- D-damnit...
Arthur was standing in the rain. His body was covered with burns, scratches, bruises, blood and dust. There was big gash where his heart supposed to be.
- It hurts...
He shook a little and fell into mud. His troops not even looking at him. Order was clear:
"Do not try to help wounded soliders. Run for your lives!"
So he was laying there, waiting for death to come for him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Germany. He stopped near him. Arthur grinned.
- Somebody will stop you eventualy. Fucking kraut.
Ludwig aimed at Briton's head. England only smiled and closed his eyes.
- ARTHUR!
Said man raised his eyelids only to see Alfred punching Germany square in the jaw.
- What are you doing America? - Ludwig asked. - You're neutral!
- Not anymore. I'm joining the war.
- You'll regret this! All of you! - with that he retreated.
Jones dashed towards his former caretaker.
- Arthur! You all right?
- Yeah... I'm just exhausted 's all.
Blue eyed nation picked him up gently.
- I'm not believing you. When we got home I'll examine your wounds, clean you up, put to bed and make some tea. - he flashed his hero grin. England chukled.
- Okay. Tea sounds great.

END Author's Comment:

It's short, I know right?

In future I'll write one *coughlemoncough* with them ^^