England didn't know what to think anymore, his brain was numb, his heart breaking in a million different ways. It just didn't make sense to him. Who, and why, would someone do such a thing to another person? At the moment America was sleeping in his bed, in his house. Not that it was bad or anything, but with the way America was looking, it seemed like he'd be sleeping on the couch for quite a while…
Another tremor went through England's body; just the way that America had looked…He could barely see the burn marks because every area was all upraised, swollen, infected, and oozing out yellow-ish brown puss. This meant that most of his upper body was all swollen up, and then, his skin has this crazy pink-ish hue to it, but England knew what it was judging from the marks in America's wrists and ankles. He'd been electrocuted, a horrible form of torture on the nervous system, body, and mind.
Grimacing, he could feel some bile rising in his throat, the need to puke surfacing but he swallowed it back down. He needed to be strong for America. That was all that mattered, get America back to health, and make sure he was okay. Hell, he hoped America would pull through, prayed more like it, that what he'd gone through hadn't changed him at all.
Just let the git be okay…England found himself thinking for the next four days, while America stayed asleep.
America woke up at random times during those four days, but he stayed quiet so as not to worry England any further, oh no, trust me he didn't know it'd been four days…He only woke up for about two minutes at a time before drifting off again, he hadn't noticed how easy his mind was in his sleep, or how relaxed his body was during this whole time.
Unknown to him, it was all because of England's presence which made him feel safe, secure, loved, and paid attention to. It was on the fifth day that America seemed to not be able to doze off again, after laying there and staring up at the ceiling for god-knows-how-long, he called for England. "Yo Iggy…" his voice cracked and sounded incredibly hoarse, not to mention it barely filled the room. It was a wonder how England had heard him and came quickly into the room, not exactly looking like he usually did, he had shadows under his eyes, and his usually bright green eyes seemed to be filled with a dark worry…well until he saw that America was okay and they seemed to brighten up again.
"Don't call me that wanker!" England snapped at America, like usual, which made him smile contentedly. "Sure thing Artie" America said with a soft smile, which made England's glare soften into something else, "Got to change these bandages…" England muttered as he slowly helped America sit up. Screwing his eyes closed, at the amount of pain it took just to do that made him miss the look on England's face as he took in all of America's torso and back.
"Bloody hell…"
"Aww c'mon Artie, it can't be that bad!"
"You're goddamn oozing bloody puss everywhere and it's all over the bloody sheets you git!"
"HAHAHA! You said puss…"
"Yes you bloody git! As in that disgusting foul smelling stuff that oozes out of infected cuts and areas?"
"Ewww…I don't want to know these things Iggy!"
"Don't call me Iggy! You dumb wanker! Besides, that's what's coming out of your body!"
"HA! That's what she sai- HOLY MOTHER OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE! THAT HUUUURTS IGGY!"
"Stop being such a baby bloody git! It's just some disinfectant!"
"But it huuuurts…"
*sigh* "If you quit your whining I'll go buy you some of those goddamn bloody hamburgers"
"YOU WILL? Suddenly the world seems much brighter! Today is a good day USA! HAHAHAHA! That's me!"
*mumbles* "Sometimes I wonder if you were born with a few missing circuits…"
"What was that Iggy?"
"Nothing you bloody dumb git! Stop calling my Iggy!"
"If you say so Artie!"
*facepalm* "Why do I even bother!"
England sighed and stomped out of the room, finally done with bandaging the wanker up, and giving him the proper medicine. "I'll be back git! Stay in the bloody damn bed!" he snapped at America right before slamming the door closed and heading towards the closest Mickey D's, a promise was a promise after all….
Hello! It's me again! So, I decided to try this chapter and make it a lil' differently. Not sure what I think of it yet…but I hope you like it!
Review! It helps the next chapter to appear faster…(hehe that rhymed :3)