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Patient Impossible

Canada had just stepped out of the elevator on the ICU level before being barreled into and knocked back into the elevator. He was about to yell at the pycho maniac who ran into then causing them to be delayed even more.

"Iggy? Mattie? Francis?"

His blonde hair was greasy and messy, along with several large bandages up his chest and neck. All stained red, clearly because he reopened his wounds. His shoulders were hunched over and he was wearing nothing but a robe and underwear. His eyes were still shining as ever.

America let himself slump to the floor.

He did it.

He was safe.

"Alfred!" England shouted rushing over to his ex-colony.

"Hehe, guess I really screwed up huh Iggy? I'm so-"

He was cut off by a huge bear hug as England wrapped his arms around him.

"Iggy?"

"You bloody idiot. Do you know how much worry you were causing?"

"I... I'm sorry."

"Bloody right you're sorry."

Ding, as the elevator opened, England wiped his tear ridden face and picked up the bigger man bridal style.

"Iggy I can walk."

"Bloody idiot, shut up before you hurt yourself even more. We have to get out of here."

"But-"

"Mon cher just listen to him!"

"Yeah Al, we don't have time."

Stubborn as he is Alfred shut his mouth and let himself be carried as the group began running for the exit tunnel, having to unfortunately having to push through civilians and run down the escalators that led to the parking garage. They reached Mattie's car and England and America took up the backseat while Canada was already starting up the car and drove toward the exit. Inserted their five use ticket, and sped off before grabbing it.

Looking up at the giant windows you could see the group of nurses and Dr. Furman running through the hall. Not knowing that who they were looking for was long gone.

England stared at the sleeping boy. Filled with relief that he was alright. But also knowing that they were going to have to patch him back up when they got back to his place.

When they reached the hotel, Francis finally broke the silence.

"It would probably be best if Mattieu and I went up and gathered all their things, while you and America stayed here."

And with that England was left with his thoughts and a sleeping child. Well, I guess he's not a child anymore. England thought. The head on his lap made a small snoring sound and turned before falling silent again. Showing the large bandage covered in red that England could only assume was blood.

He didn't notice he was crying until a drop of water landed on America's calm face. What was wrong with him? He was the Great Empire of Britain! And here he was crying over such a simple thing. Scotland would be really rubbing it in his face if he was here.

He wiped his face and looked at his precious child. He looked so calm. And if you couldn't see the bandages you could have believed nothing was wrong at all.

"Don't you worry, Al," he found himself whispering to himself more than anyone. "We'll get you better. You'll see."

He brushed a couple strands of his sandy blonde hair away from his face, and took off his glasses, and put them in his breast pocket for safekeeping. Not that there was much left to keep safe.

He began to softly pet America's hair as he slept, staring out the window as he did it. The child really needed to wash it. But he probably didn't get much of a chance to.

There was a lot that they would have to figure out when they arrived at England's place. Like what to do if the hospital decided to go to the television. Or if any of this leaked to the press. Most likely He, France, and Canada would be labeled as kidnappers. Or America would be thought to be a crazy lunatic on the loose.

America's mumbling snapped England out of his thoughts, "I'm sorry... Iggy... Mattie..."

England looked at him.

"It's okay America."

For now. For now, they were okay.

And somehow they would sort this out.

Yeah, so short chapter is short. I just thought this would be a good spot to leave off at. The next chapter will undoubtably be longer. Anyways, thanks for reading. OH! And a certain thug that likes to stab our dear American will also be playing quite a role in this story. It wasn't just a simple 'mugging for your wallet' no, no, no. This will be blowing up very big. Okay, so bye!