Unlike the last time England passed out, this time he woke up in the exact same position. A relief, he supposed. He rubbed his eyes groggily, and felt some stickiness on his eyelashes. Tears. 

Instantly, the blood encrusted cuts on his arms met his eyes once he forced them open. The cuts had already began to heal, but would open and become worse easily. Ignoring all the glass on the floor, he stood up, but fell back down again as a wave of dizziness hit him. Sighing, he made his way to a table and used it to steady himself as he attempted to stand once more. His once immaculate sitting room was a wreck of broken glass shards and blood, mostly dried.

Numbly, England slowly bent to pick up the shard that had caused him much wanted and deserved pain. Turning it over in his hand, the reflection of his emerald eye disfigured with scarlet satisfied him. 

He felt nothing. This was right, and the fact that it was should probably scare him, but he only stared at it blankly, emotionlessly. 

A memory struck him. There was a world meeting in Japan today that he simply couldn't miss unlike all the ones in the past couple of months. How would he get there in this state? Well, he will have to make do, after all, being ridiculously depressed was not an excuse.

Rushing to the bathroom, he took a quick, freezing shower as he hadn't bothered to wait for the water to heat up, and payed the price shivering afterwards. All of his clothes hung loose on him, nothing surprising, so he simply draped his trench coat over his shirt and pants so it wasn't as obvious.

Now he had to teleport. Okay, nothing difficult at all, and he could definitely do it in this state.

...Right? 

Thankfully, it was an affirmative to that, but the dizziness that followed was so overwhelming he dropped to his knees on the hard ground, his head swimming. Getting back up was one of the most difficult things he had to do for a while.

The experience during the meeting was the definition of horrid; His cuts ached, especially since some seemed to open due to clumsy movement, the blood would soon seep to the trench coat sleeves, the place was extremely bright, everyone was too loud, his head was pounding, he was constantly dozing off, and needless to say, unaware of anything anyone said.

Dimly, some good hours later, England was aware of someone dismissing the meeting, probably Japan. Almost robotically, he forced himself to get up, hurrying out before anyone could ask why he hadn't attended any meetings for two months, why he kept dozing off, and other worrying matters. 

Now, as for teleporting back... Let's just say he was extremely lucky he teleported into his restroom, as he stumbled, collapsed, and threw up, though not much came out, as there wasn't really anything to begin with. Letting out one last dry heave, he fell backwards.

At least he was still in one piece, which was really a surprise, considering his condition.