I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. I have been listening to the song 'Shadow Games' on youtube and it's stuck inside of my head...

Side Note…..It's not that America has a violent strike or anything…He has no idea that what the heck was covering his wrists whether or not it's a good thing (He thought about what happened when his teeth ripped the unknown factor *stitches* and discovered that it had kept his lips from bleeding).

Little America is very curious (And that curious nature can & will land him in some trouble for example how he had stopped a car and…Yeah..Not to mention rolling across the road and trying to stand up & ended up falling really hard to his knees…Tried to stand up again and ended up falling backwards, but luckily Spain had caught him…Otherwise poor America would have ended up with a head & back injury.)

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Taking Care Of Him Again

By waterrain

"What is this covering my wrists?" America asked calmly as he stared at his wrists.

"It is a cast, lad." England replied patiently and quickly grabbed the smaller Nation's elbows before America could fully hit behind him at the wall.

"I don't like it. It feels itchy and I want my wrists to be free. They are captured and I want them to be free."

"Your wrists are broken and these casts are needed to help them heal. It is for your own good, America."

",But still doesn't mean that I got to like the lousy uncomfortable things." America commented sulkily as he stared at the white casts around his wrists and he wrinkled his small nose. "It looks ugly and I bet after a couple of days my wrists will smell funny since they are not getting any air."

"I'll draw on your casts. Do not break them, America." England said slowly and he looked into those blue eyes. "Promise me that you shall not break your casts on purpose."

"Fine, I won't break them on purpose and stuff." America muttered as he looked up into England's green eyes. The smaller Nation tried to ignore the casts that covered up his wrists and knees.

"I have some vanilla Ice Cream for you although it has melted quite a bit..." England commented calmly as he pulled out an open small thing of Ice Cream. The green eyed Nation set it down by America's right side, he went to grab a spoon, and by the time he turned around the curious blond haired small Nation had the Ice Cream over his lips.

The blue eyed Nation used his thumb and index finger to drop the Ice Cream container over his lips. He ignored the stinging pain that came for this vanilla Ice Cream tastes really good. Within two minutes America was done, he tossed the contained forward with his teeth, and mentally sulked for his lips begun to bleed once again.

"The Doctor will have to put stitches on your lips again. They are bleeding again, America. I will get the Doctor." England commented as he picked up the empty Ice Cream container.

"Thank you for the awesome Ice Cream, England." America said cheerfully and he watched as the green eyed Nation walked out. America closed his eyes, he tried to ignore how his wrists felt imprisoned by the casts, and took a few deep breaths.

"I promised England that I wouldn't break the casts." America muttered to himself and he was starting to regret that promise for these casts made him feel trapped.

"The Doctor is here to put stitches on yout lips."

"England, I don't want any stitches on them. My wrists and knees are already imprisoned by these uncomfortable casts."

"America, It is for you own goo-"

"The blood is already drying and stuff. I don't need those stitches, England. I won't break my cats or anything, but if I get those stiches on my lips...Then I'll use my teeth and take them out." America stated firmly and he was looking away from the green eyed Nation.

"America, I'm only thinking about what is best for you." England commented calmly as he gently grabbed America's puffed out cheeks and looked him in the eyes. "It is for your own good."

The small Nation sighed to himself, he looked up at England, and saw the sad expression.

"Fine, I won't rip out the stiches." America muttered and he watched as the green eyed Nation smiled down at him.

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