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"Why are you on top of America? Answer, da." Russia asked innocently, but with a hint of coldness and anger in his voice. It hurt like hell talking, but he managed and did not wince.
"This bloody twit decided to kick me." England replied in an annoyed voice and briefly glared at Russia while shaking head. "This is not by choice and I do not want him to attack me again. Bleeding loony I tell you."
"Because you insulted my heroic healing outfit. Not very nice of you." America stated coldly and he glared up at England while puffing his cheeks out in a pout.
"He also tried to smack me with a frying pan full of hot oil." England snapped angrily and his hands were on America's throat. "I managed to stop him and knocked him down on the floor. I'm on top of him to stop this little twit from trying it again."
"To restore my honor and—" America started to say loudly, but then England glared at him and his hands gripped a little tighter around his throat.
"What are you China or Japan? No. So don't bloody tr-" England stated in an irritated voice, but then America's hands gripped onto England's hands and pulled them away from his throat.
"And dignity for it is true this outfit will heal Russia given time." America finished proudly and he moved his head to grin at Russia. "Right, Russia it will help you?"
Russia just sighed heavily and his head was throbbing in pain from the noise.
'To think I was worried.' Russia thought to himself and he was leaning against the wall. 'I feel dizzy, da. I should have just stayed in bed and not bother with this nonsense. Why was I even worried about my Comrade?'
"Like what that damn hamburger did for me. Let me remind you it didn't flipping work." England snapped angrily and he glared at America. "Let go of my hands idiot."
"Nope and get off of me. I won't attack you. Jeez, You are making me look completely bad in front of Russia." America stated calmly and he rolled his eyes. "You are just overreacting."
"Like bloody hell I'm overreacting. Does trying to burn my skin by boiling oil mean nothing to you, America? Does it? Does it? You bloody twit." England asked coldly and then he shook his head. "You truly annoy me, America."
"It wouldn't hurt." America replied smoothly and he smiled cheerfully at him. "At least not me."
"Whatever. You are such a twit and I will be leaving." England snapped angrily and he glared at America.
"Good and whenever you decide to show up again. Russia shall be cured of his cold and it will be all because of my outfits!" America said loudly and proudly to England. "So there!"
England rolled his eyes and sighed heavily as he got up. America brushed himself off and then rushed over to Russia. England quietly made his way out and he just shook his head.
"What are you doing out of bed, Russia?" America asked cheerfully and he hugged Russia against the wall. "Were you worried about me?"
Russia turned his face away and he felt rather hot as if in a fire. America chuckled softly and then helped Russia to the bedroom.
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