This chapter contains: Slight foul language, Bromance and Puking
I wonder… Ch. 4
It was noon and the smell of coffee brewed into the air as the caffeinated liquid filled the glass container from the machine. America sat on a chair next to the coffee maker, waiting for England to wake up. The coffee was done brewing after the last drop. England walked in the kitchen, feeling and looking like he spent the night at a frat boy party; his eyes surrounded by two red rings. America knew England didn’t get a good night’s sleep.
He tried to keep the atmosphere in the room calm “Um… good morning.”
The hung over country said in a tired tone “Good morning.”
America stood up from his seat as he gave a salute “I made some coffee.”
In pain, England held his head and grunted “Thank you, Alfred.”
America served England’s cup before himself.
He offered “Do you want any sugar or cream, man?”
England requested “I’ll have a packet of sweetener, please.”
America added the sugar to both cups, but realized that there wasn’t anything to stir the sugar with; at least a utensil that doesn’t clink the glass, irritating England currently sensitive ears.
A voice popped America out of his thoughts “America,” England suggested “There’s some stirring straws in the cabinet above the stove.”
America wasn’t as familiar with the house as he thought.
He placed a hand behind his head as a shade of blush of embarrassment spread across his face “Oh, right. Thanks.”
England pointed to the cabinet the straws were in. America turned on his heel; without being a second longer, he quickly grabbed a straw, stirred England’s coffee first, and then stirred his own. For the next five minutes, the two countries quietly enjoyed their afternoon beverages. After a cup of coffee, England felt some pressure build in his stomach and he knew that pressure very well.
Something felt as if it was about to spew out of his esophagus, making him hold his belly “Good Lord… ”
He ran as fast as he could to the bathroom, leaving America unable to react fast enough before he heard a sound of puking that snapped him out of it. He rushed into the bathroom, seeing an English man with his head hovering over the toilet bowel. America walked over to the vomiting country, got down on one knee and gently rubbed England’s back in circles, trying to sooth him. Ten minutes of last night’s booze being drained out of England’s body had passed and he felt a lot better.
He exclaimed in question “What the bloody hell happened last night!?”
America explained as England lifted his head from the bowl “You were drunk.”
The newly sober man held his face into his palm in embarrassment as America added “Last night, you didn’t answer the phone when I called so I wanted to check up on you.”
England, still too embarrassed to show his face, asked “What time is it?”
America looked at the time on his watch “2:45.”
England panicked “2:45 in the afternoon!? W-We’re late!”
America informed “England, it’s Sunday.”
In a pinch, England calmed down hearing the news, but a thought occurred to him “Wait, I had some coffee in the afternoon.”
“Does it really matter, dude? It was to get the sauce out of your system and it worked.”
The older nation agreed “Well, I suppose so.”
All of the things that happened last night flooded back into his memory; expressing this with the face of shame.
The now concerned American asked “Are you alright, bro?”
England replied “All the things that happened; when I snapped at you… I’m sorry.”
America pulled him in for a hug, surprising him, but in a few seconds made him content “England, like I said last night,” he gently combed his fingers in England’s hair “I’m always here for you.”
His once older brother spoke in question “R-Really?”
“I mean it.”
“I’m glad too, big bro.”
England was caught by that big bro comment and shed a tear of joy.