A gun shot rang out off to his left and England heard it loud as day.
It wasn't the sound of a machine gun, though...perhaps a rifle? Somehow it seemed out of place in his surroundings, but Arthur was distracted by his musings as a body seemingly fell from the sky, and landed rather close to him.
A sniper.
England looked around quickly and immediately spotted America.
When Arthur finally saw him, Alfred offered him a roguish wink and grin, then made a show of twirling his gun on his finger, because there were some things you just HAD to do, despite the circumstances. Shifting to lean against the building once more for support, the injured solider kept his lucky gun ready in case England needed more back up.
"Alfred, you idiot!" Was, of course, the first thing that managed to make it past his lips even though it wasn't necessarily the thing Arthur had really wanted to say, but he decided that he could worry about it later, thinking it best to focus on going over to join the young nation that had just saved him again.
"Thanks and all," he said when he made it safely to America's side, "but you could have gotten yourself- holy shit!" He hadn't noticed the other's injury before. "What the bloody hell, Alfred? You're injured!"
Offering a nod in reply to the 'thanks', Alfred then rolled his eyes as Arthur noticed his wounds, and felt the need to state the obviously. "Yeah, I kinda noticed." He snorted, regretting the action right away due to the sharp pain the sudden exhale of air had caused.
With a sigh, England stepped closer carefully pulled America back, deeper into the safety of the ally he had previously been in. Not seeing a reason to stay out in the open where just anyone could shot at them,America slipped his favored gun into his holster and allowed the other to lead him without a fuss.
"Jesus Alfred, you've been blasted to hell," England remarked with a tut as he did his best to examine the wound around the American's clamped arm, "It's probably mortal... why are you fighting it anyway? Might as well belt up and get it over with, so you can get back to tip top, you realize." Arthur said from experience, knowing that while dying was certainly not fun, not even if you were going to come back to life, that sometimes it was best just to get to over with if there was no getting around it.
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Who would be a better shot? Vash or Alfred? Hm... that's a hard one. Vash has been at it for a lot longer then Al, but I think it might come down to the type of gun used. The cowboy in America would make him great with pistols, but Vash is probably better with rifles. Just my opinion though. /shrug