Hi people! I'm back! So, I decided that I am going to try to update my fanfictions. School is pretty easy now, so I will have more time for it. I am going to start with this fanfic because it is one of the longer ones. Wish me luck, and let me know if I should add anything else (in the chapter with Canada, the first five paragraphs were accidentally cut out, and I didn't notice until it was posted.

"Lets put our normal strategy talks on hold for today." France announced. America stifled a yawn; these meetings could be soooooooooooo boring. France continued, "An issue that needs to be solved immediately has popped up." He looked around the room and was quite displeased to see a certain Englishman sleeping through this conversation. England was, for a lack of a better explanation was flopped over on the table, snoring slightly, and completely dead to the world. "Speaking of which, why is Britain sleeping in the middle of our meeting?!" Everyone shrugged, no one completely sure what to do, except for America, who was getting out his sharpies (permanent markers). France angrily exclaimed," This is so unfair! I haven't slept in days because of those nightmares of Germany's beast (dog)!" China curiously poked his head, in hopes of waking him up. "He's out cold,aru." Russia came over to ' help', pick-axe in hand." Would it be okay if I tried waking him up?" China backed up, and stared in horror at the Russian. "Violence is not the answer, Russia!" In a quieter voice he whispered,"Though I won't stop you, aru."

Smirking, America walked over to them, and reasoned, "Now, now you guys, why not just let him sleep, it's a lot quieter that way." Suddenly a mumble was heard from England, who apparently could speak in his sleep. "You wet the bed again, Americ..." They all stopped and stared at the one mentioned, and busted out laughing. America was not about to be humiliated so easily, so he glared at the others for a second before bringing his hand down on top of Britain's head in a cool-looking karate chop. "Ahem! It's rude to sleep during meetings you know!" Pulling the peacefully sleeping country from his pleasant dreams, America laughed as England let out an exclamation, and nearly jumped a foot upon waking up.

England glared at the countries gathered around him before singling out America for the reason that his head had taken a pounding. An angry Englishman is to be taken very seriously, especially the personification of all Englishmen. Britain glared at America, who had wisely stepped away from the Brit, and had started running. "America, you bloody git!" Britain chased him around the room, yelling at him in a hoarse voice (must be from just waking up). He ran after America, and had almost caught up when the others realized that Britain had stopped running. He was leaning over with his hands on his knees, and breathing heavily. His heavy breathing was interrupted by a wracking cough that almost knocked him off his feet. His vision got blurry, and he felt like throwing up,but thankfully he didn't.

Meanwhile, the other stared at Britain, wondering what exactly had happened. America was the first to speak up. "Iggy?" England had just stopped coughing, and had decided that the chairs at the table looked pretty comfortable, so he half sat, half collapsed onto his chair. America waited anxiously for Britain to reply. He had lived with Britain for a long time before he became independent, and he hadn't seen him look that bad before. The answer he got was sneeze and a sigh. "Guess there was another bombing." The other countries looked at him in shock. "Another?" France questioned, all of them unconsciously coming a bit closer to Britain. "You know, the Battle of Britain. Germany's bombing me every bloody night." He yawned, looking like he was fighting to stay awake, and sheepishly glanced at the others. "No time to sleep when there are bombs going off and sirens are going off all over London. My apologies for falling asleep. I hope I didn't miss anything important." "It's all right, Iggy." America answered, hesitantly coming closer,"How long has this been going on?" "About two weeks now." America's eyes widened. He looked at France and the others in shock. How had none of them known? France nodded at America, and the two came to a silent agreement.

America walked over to the almost sleeping Britain, and whispered to him, "Come on, the meeting is over for the day. Me and France can look after you." England opened his mouth indignation, no doubt about to interrupt and say that he could take care of himself just fine, thank you very much, but all that came out was a cough or two. Britain reluctantly nodded, not wanting to make a scene. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

France had gotten his, Britain's and America's stuff, and was heading out the door followed by the other two. "Russia, China! Me and France are gonna go now. We can't really do much about the bombs, but we're going to try to make Iggy feel better." America called. China didn't want to be left out, so he said,"I could get some herbs from my house, aru. The work well on nations." "And I could get him some vodka, da?" America glanced at the two and replied,"Sure China... but Russia we don't need any vodka,"America looked nervously at the tall nation, and added,"More for you right?" Russia thought for a moment and nodded.

Relieved, the three left the meeting room, and proceeded to France's car. England looked nearly asleep on his feet, so America tried to get him to lay down in the back of the car, but a tired England is still a stubborn one. "Come on Iggy! You look exhausted!" "No,I'm not a child. I can wait until we get to your house. I'm sick, not a bloody invalid!"England swallowed hard, and tried to stop an impending coughing attack. Let's just say it didn't work. Britain covered his mouth, and started coughing, possibly worse than last time. America helped him sit down so he wouldn't fall down while France got out a water bottle, and gave it to England. Taking it gratefully, he gulped it down in between coughs, and eventually stopped. America a rubbed his back awkwardly until he stopped. The Britain gave the water bottle back to France, and reluctantly laid down in the back seat. America took off his leather jacket, and gave it to Britain who put it over himself like a blanket (Britain's so short that it could easily be a blanket to him). He was asleep in seconds.

"Wow, is it really that bad?" America whispered to France once they were in the car. "Apparently it is, Amérique. Blitzkriegs do not last as long as air raids. Angeleterre got hit pretty hard, no wonder he fell asleep." America glanced sorrowfully at his father figure and thought, 'Why can't I be in the war? I could help him out, and be the hero. My boss is stupid. They need our help, or Germany could take over the world! If it were my choice alone, I would be right in the middle of it, and Iggy wouldn't be suffering right now.' With a sigh, America turned around and buckled up, wondering of there was anything he could do to help his friend.