Leaning against the wall, (because he wasn't going to sit down, he was going to remain standing, dammit!,) Alfred panted lightly as England looked over the wound, clearly over reacting... or so Al told himself.
The English man's suggestion to just 'give up and die' caught Alfred a bit off guard, but after the surprise wore off, America sneered and looked away.
"Well, excuse me if... Keeling over wasn't exactly on my to do list." Al replied sarcastically and tightened his grip on his stomach as he looked out over the small bit of the battle field he could see from their current location. "Look, I'm healin'... I just, I just need a breather, is all." He said, telling England the same thing he had been telling himself since he had first gotten the serious wound, trying to ignore the fact that while his flesh really was mending quickly, par normal for their kind, his blood flowing out faster then his body could replace.
"Alfred," Arthur began, a bit incredulously, "You must realize that you're losing blood much to quickly. You're not going to be able to heal before you bleed to death. My goodness, you're not that oblivious are you?" Surely he wasn't. The island nation patted Alfred's shoulder reassuringly and said, "If I didn't know any better... I'd say you were acting like you've never died before, America."
"You're saying that like not dying's a bad thing!" America snapped, shaking England's hand off despite the pain the jolt caused, still refusing to look at the man.
Taking a deep breath to try and slow down his heart rate, thus slowing his pulse and bleeding by default, the teenager then wrapped his other arm around his waist along side the first... to help stop the bleeding, not as a gesture of self comfort, because he wasn't scared, and England's persistence that he was going to die wasn't bring up fears that he had been ignoring since the explosion had happen, or anything...
England's eyes widened. Holy crap... America hadn't died before! It was suddenly quite obvious, thanks to youth's reaction.
All at once an avalanche of guilt fell on the Brit's shoulders. Not only had been extremely cavalier, and almost callous, about the whole situation... but this meant that Alfred had also risked dying for the first time when he saved him from the sinking ship, several weeks back and (no, it did NOT make him blush,) it only made him feel worse when he realized just how... truly brave, and probably scared, the young nation had been then as well.
With his mind swimming with guilt, Arthur bit his lip for a moment before speaking, "Oh, I'm so sorry... I... I just assumed that..." What was he even trying to say?
"What can I say? I'm just too awesome to die." Al replied stubbornly with a statement of self grandeur to help keep his own spirits up when he realized that Arthur had realized his... inexperience in this matter. It was a technique he had learned from Prussia years ago, back during his revolution, that worked surprisingly well most of the time.
It really was amazing what sheer pig-headed stubbornness could get you... most of the time.