This is from England's POV. It explains why he's in hospital.

Wake Up England

The steady stream of red flowed down my arm, running on to my fingers then diving into the sink. To anyone else this would be a horrid sight but to me it was beautiful. I glanced over to where the red stream was coming from and sighed…I need to stop this, it not good.

The gash on my wrist mirrored the others that littered my arms. I really wished to stop but then again I enjoyed the pain and release I got from it…I guess that I really have lost myself in this depression. Letting out another sigh I plunged the blade back into the freshly made wound and proceeded to make it deeper. I needed this, regardless of the consequences.

Once I was satisfied with the amount of pain and release I had received I put my blade away in its hiding place, washed my arms and left the bathroom ready for another day of being England.

Walking into my bedroom I find a long sleeved dark green sweater and pull it over my head. I really didn't need the other countries asking questions. I already have to deal with Wales sticking his nose in where it isn't wanted…I mean I love my twin but somethings are better left alone. I guess you could say that I prefer to be left alone because it means that I can release stress and anger when I need to without scaring or hurting anyone.

With Wales in mind I muster up my best fake smile and leave my bedroom. It had become routine for me to find Scotland and Wales in my house. They had a spare key to the place because they liked to check up on me so here I am now walking to my living room just waiting to hear their voices.

It wasn't long before a strong Scottish voice filled the silence "I just can't seem to figure out why he would do this" I noticed a hint of confusion laced in his voice which caused me to frown. "Neither can I…do you think Paddy and Arthur had a fight? You know how he gets when Pat does something stupid or hurts him…" oh their talking about me… I stop for a moment trying to work out what they're on about.

What had I done last night? Did I leave a blade out? Oh god that must be it… they've seen the blade they're going to ask! I could feel myself start to panic, if that had been what they were talking about then why hadn't they woke me up as soon as they saw it? Pushing a hand through my blond hair I carried on towards the living room. I needed to know what the hell was going on.

As I entered the living room I was welcomed by the sight of my brothers sitting on the couch holding a photo between them. When they noticed me however they quickly hid the photo out of my line of sight. "What was that?" I gestured at the photo Dylan was hiding behind his back "what was what?" a sweet smile graced his lips. "I know you're hiding something just show me what it is" I chuckle at the way my brother's pouted "you thought I didn't see it…didn't you" they grumbled at me but nodded in defeat and handed me the photo.

"What happened? Why is Ireland cut out?" Wales' soft accent filled my ears "Ah thought you and Paddy were getting on now" Scotland raised an eyebrow at me as I stared down at the photo in my hands. It was then I remembered what happened last night…