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England carried the unconscious America to the road, trying to ignore the flames that licked upward behind him. Although the Britain was smaller compared to the American he was still able to carry the larger nation.
Once the pair reached the road Arthur paused. He looked around trying to figure out which direction to start walking. That's when he heard the siren. Within seconds the ambulance pulled up next to the two.
"Sir," one of the EMTs said as he got out of the back of the ambulance. "We need to take him sir. He's in critical condition."
England looked at the man hardly processing what he was saying. All he knew was that America was being taken from his arms and loaded into the back of the ambulance. A mask covered his face to help pump oxygen in his lungs. "Alfred," he whispered quietly, a tear making its way down his cheek.
A firm hand was pressed against his back. England gave a startled look to see the EMT from earlier. "Do you want to ride with him?"
Arthur nodded and followed the EMT into the ambulance. England reached down and grabbed Alfred's hand, cradling it in his own as the EMTs moved around the younger nation making sure that he lived long enough to reach the hospital.
