Today, America was confident. This time he was gonna jump off the swing and land on his two feet. The boy had never gotten the bravery to jump off from a height more than a foot off the ground which just so happened to be the height England had made the swing from the ground at a standstill. "I'm gonna do it today! I'm brave just like England wants me to be!"
He ran his way out to the big sycamore tree near the beginning of the wild field. He lifted himself onto the wooden plank and kicked off from the ground, sending himself into the air. Alfred swung his legs out to pierce the clouds and pulled them back in once he moved back.
The butterflies began building in his stomach as he rose higher and higher with each kick. But just thinking of how proud his big brother would be gave him the strength to continue.
"Okay! This will be easy peasy!" He encouraged himself. He gave a big kick forward and pulled back as he swung behind.
"1!" he kicked forward once more then retracted.
"2!" He was at the perfect jumping height now.
"3!" Al kicked forward with all his might and threw himself from the seat of the swing. For the moment he was flying, it was exciting and terrifying all at once. The moment sure didn't last long though as gravity took its place in the fall back down to Earth.
The little colony fell right on his face in the dirt with an "OOMFFF!" His mangled body regained movement as he pushed up from the ground.
America was so startled by the pain in his knee that tears welled in his eyes. His lips shook and sniffled through his nose. There was no stopping it in the end as the floodgates let loose.
Poor little America bawled and sobbed from the pain in his scuffed knee. He gripped his leg close and hugged on to it.
"W-WHAAAAAAHAAA! AAAAAAA! I-IT HUUUURRRBBBSSSS! BUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHHH!" He yelled, the local animals gathered around to see what the matter was.
Meanwhile England was gathering the few clothes America actually owned to wash. He piled the little white booties and gowns into a wicker basket and continued outside. He paused as he heard the cries of pain.
Arthur forgot the washing completely and dropped the basket of clothes. He ran to the sycamore tree and found his weepy little boy clutching onto his leg. Feeling a panic instinct, the Brit knelt down to the boy's level and picked him up carefully.
"Shhh…its alright. You're okay now. I've got you. Big brother will make the pain go away." The other consoled as he walked back up to the house.
"B-but it hurts s-sooo MUCH-WHAAAAA AH AH HAH!" America nuzzled down into England's shoulder to cry harder until he was seated on the kitchen counter.
"America did you know that kisses make the pain go away?" the Brit asked.
The boy sniffled and shook his head. "Well, I can prove it to you." England lowered his head down to peck a kiss on the little boy's knee. He looked back up to see America staring at him in astonishment.
"What is it Al?"
"How did you DO that!?" he asked excitedly. Arthur blushed a little at the question.
"Big brothers have magic like mothers do." He explained. "Now we need to dress the wound."
America was confused by this terminology. "Dress?" he asked.
England grabbed a wet cloth and placed it on America's knee. The boy flinched and pushed it away. "Engwand that hurts!"
England gave him another peck. "Will you be a big boy for me so it doesn't infect?" America pondered the decision but gave in eventually. The cloth stung but he knew he had to be a big boy or the cut would hurt even more. He bit his lip and sucked it up.
"Okay, now all that's left is to wrap it tight." England bandaged the cut in moments with a cloth gauze. "There! That wasn't so hard was it?"
America felt the fabric of the bandage and smiled. "You're the best big brother ever Engwand! I wuv you!"
America hugged England tightly and the Brit returned with his own embrace. "I love you too."