Uh, this is... Weird. x)
F - Flask
"Wh... what are you doing?" Arthur asked, his voice hoarse. Elizaveta didn't answer, but continued to fumble around in her bag, looking for something.
"No... No, you are NOT dying on me, you hear?!" she commanded, opening the flask and forcing him to drink the remaining liquid inside it. He tried to protest, not wanting her to waste the last bit of water left, but she was too stubborn. Arthur grunted, his head throbbing. Uh oh... he lost too much blood already.
"... Liz... Please... I..."
"No! No, you idiot! Don't you dare close your eyes!" she yelled miserably, tearing off some cloth from her skirt and pressing it against the open wound to try to slow down the blood flow. Holding the torn cloth with one hand, Elizaveta continued to slowly make him drink the water from the flask.
"I'm sorry, Liz... I can't..."
Arthur's breathing became more ragged as he took her hand into his, and, with the strength he never knew he possessed now, pulled her towards him to envelop her in a warm embrace. He smiled, although bitterly.
"I love you, y'know?" he whispered, taking in her scent for the last time before his breathing finally ceased.
"No... No, no, you idiot!" Elizaveta cried. Wrecking with sobs, Hungary gripped him more tightly, the metal flask falling to the forest floor with a thud, forgotten.
Okay, this one's really weird to me x) Well, I'm thinking that England's a pirate in this chappie. Hah.