I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. This chapter is in England's point of view.
Taking Care Of Him Again
By waterrain
I look at down at America, he was staring up at me with half-lidded blue eyes filled with pain, his lips are bleeding, on both knees the bones are showing, those small wrists at an awkward angle, and my body is filled with worry for him. I blinked my green eyes and fought against tears for that will not help matters at all.
"England, I'll be okay." America said quietly and I held him closer "I have been through worse when you were not there."
My heart ached at those words of 'I have been through worse when you were not there' for what had America gone through when I was not there. I have no clue and my mind is spinning. Spain's Doctor showed up, I picked up America not wanting anyone else to do that, and followed the Doctor.
"Romano, You can tell the others what has occurred." Spain commented calmly. After a few minutes arrived at Spain's home, I placed America down on the sofa, and about to leave so the Doctor can patch him up.
"England, please don't leave me." America whispered to me, tears falling down his cheeks, he hiccupped, and looked at me with watery blue eyes. "Please don't go. I need you, England."
"Alright, I'll pet your blond hair America. Your wrists are at an awkward angle so I can't hold your hand." I informed him. My hand was running through his hair and he sniffled.
"You will be alright, America. My Doctor is the very best." Spain commented as he wiped away America's tears and smiled brightly at him. "You will feel better in no time."
"England, I'm a failure."
"You are not a failure lad."
"Spain saw my tears and now because of me..You look bad since I'm your colony and he might tell others that you have a cry baby colony. I'm sorry, England. This is probably why you never brought me with you."
Blast it all I have no idea how to handle this situation and Spain is sighing heavily. America was biting down on his lip, trying to keep himself from crying, and those eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.
"Everything will be okay, America. Spain won't tell anyone, but if he does I will rip out his heart and shove it down his throat." I informed him in a comforting voice, gently petting his hair, and he looked at me.
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay up any longer." America commented in a low voice and blue eyes closed. "If I'm sleeping...I won't feel the pain...I have been through worse, England...I'll be okay and stuff..So please don't worry about me..."
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