Britain looked at the strange man that looked so much like America. He was sleeping now. The pain and blood lost had taken a lot out of him. At least now the wounds were no longer bleeding. Still, it was strange how he could survive such severe injuries.
He kneeled beside the bed and silently whispered a spell, a spell of healing, as he lightly touched the man's chest.
Britain stood up and walked into the kitchen. He might as well prepare some lunch for the stranger. His fists tightened as he thought of all the times his wonderful cooking was turned down. Hopefully Stranger didn't mind it. He baked some scones and poured a glass of water for Stranger. He would have made something more comforting, like fish and chips, but America wasn't back from the store yet. Why isn't he back yet, anyway?
When he walked into the room again, he found Stranger sitting up in the bed, glaring at the plate of food. "What is that?"
A fire burned inside Britain for a moment at the unnecessary comment, but he allowed himself to calm down. Perhaps he actually didn't know what a scone was? He set the plate on the bedside table. "I made some scones and poured water for you. Are you hungry?"
Stranger turned to look at the plate again, then at the water. "What's in there?"
Britain furrowed a brow and handed the glass to him as he repeated his last statement. "Its water… are you thirsty?"
Stranger slowly took the cup and peeked inside of it, sniffing at it curiously. "What else is in there?"
Britain had no idea what he was thinking. "Um… It's just water. Would you like something else instead?
Stranger's eyes burned into Britain for a moment. "No. And it doesn't smell like water. Did you poison it?"
Britain's green eyes grew. Poison? "No, sir! I-its plain water! The smell is probably dish soap, I just washed it!"
Stranger's eyes narrowed as he looked back and forth between Britain and the glass of water. He smirked slyly and handed the glass back to Britain. "Take a drink. Prove to me it's only water."
Britain gulped nervously as he took the glass and sipped from it. Why would he think it's poisoned? Stranger watched him with curious eyes, until the glass was set back into his own hands. Britain sighed. "It isn't poisoned."
Stranger reluctantly looked into the glass again, and slowly began to drink it without any more complaints. When he finished, he looked at the scone, nose wrinkled. "What the fuck is that?"
Britain clenched his jaw. I nursed him back to health! The least he could do is keep his bloody mouth shut! Shakily he set the plate on Stranger's lap. "It's a scone. It's like a biscuit, but it's a cake. I'm sorry, but it's not sweetened."
"Not sweet?" Stranger looked at it for a moment. His movements were less reluctant now that Britain had proven that he was not trying to poison him. He bit into the bread and let it settle in his mouth for a little bit. "It's not sweet…"
Britain waited for another insult to his cooking, head hanging. I'm stupid for thinking anyone would like them… But the insult never came. He looked back up to see that Stranger was actually enjoying it! His heart fluttered a little bit.
"It's not sweet!" Stranger exclaimed. "It is not like that shit he makes…" He stopped talking and his expression suddenly turned concerned. "Is America back yet?"
Britain shook his head. "He was supposed to be back awhile ago. How do you know him?"
"We bumped into each other." Stranger said. "He saved my fuckin' life and sent me here."
Like a hero… Britain thought. America was almost his own police force. "Do you know where he's at now?"
Stranger looked away, looking guilty, leaving Britain very worried. "I… I sent him to my house… He was supposed to give Arthur my jacket, tell him I was okay, and leave… he's supposed to be back by now!"
"Who's this 'Arthur'?" Britain asked. To be honest, the name sounded familiar.
Stranger nervously began to pick at his fingers. "H-he's my older brother. He looks a lot like you. I… I ran away from him b-because…"
"Why?" Britain tilted his head. The America-look-alike was looking very childish now, and he couldn't help but feel sudden security for him, despite the fact he was taller, and certainly stronger.
Stranger was silent for a moment as his eyes looked blankly ahead of him. "We never got along… He's cruel."
"How so?" Britain prompted the man.
There was a long pause. Stranger froze now, hesitating for a minute… two minutes… three minutes… "H-He… We have to help America."
Britain's heart beat rapidly. All the hesitation Stranger had in telling him… this Arthur person must be very cruel. And America was with him. "May I get your name please?"
"My name's Alfred."
Arthur and Alfred. The pair of names was familiar… a deadly duo, and now they have been separated. Britain shivered as he realized he had let one of them walk right through the front door of his house. But he was helpless. Britain thought. His wounds needed to be tended to immediately. Alfred may have been part of a deadly group, but now he was showing worry for someone. America, his America, was with the other half of the deadly pair, and perhaps with the more lethal half.
Britain checked Alfred's wounds one last time. The wholes in his chest were clean, and were already showing signs of healing, thanks to Britain's spell. Then he looked up at his face. "So, Alfred, are you willing to come with me and save him?"
Woo! Found out how people do these things! x3
NO ARTHUR I DO NOT WANT A POISONOUS CUPCAKE I AM ALERGIC TO ARSENIC THANK YOU FOR OFFERING ANYWAY KAY THANKS BYE ._.
Russia, protect me! ;~; (^J^) Kololol!
Also, I apologize for out-of-character 2p!America