You walked back home with a brown paper bag in your hand.
It was around eleven o'clock and the snow was coming down hard. Your boss, Peter, had offered you a ride home, but you turned him down saying that you wanted to stop by a few places before you were home. Of course that was a lie, you were broke until your next paycheck came in so you wouldn't be buying anything anytime soon, but you didn't want to be alone with Peter.
You saw your house in the distance. It was a nice 2-story house with a small porch that overlooked a little pond. It wasn't that expensive since the first level tended to flood a lot when the weather turned cold.
The neighborhood consisted of three other houses, all small and cheap.
You walked onto the steps and realized your keys were not with you. You knocked on the door hesitantly, not wanting to see your house in fear of it being a total disaster.
After a moment of waiting, Canada opened the door.
From looking over his shoulder you could see smoke rising from the kitchen. What the?
"Oh it's you." He whispered, interrupting your chain of thought.
Who else would it be? You thought to yourself.
"Yea, it's me." You replied. You stepped into the house and realized that someone was blaring your Michael Jackson collection. A flying pan soon greeted the back of your head, making you yelp.
"Watch it!" You yelled.
You looked into the kitchen seeing France and England going back and forth with your kitchen supplies.
You gave yourself a face palm for thinking that everything would be okay when you got back.
"Black sheep of Europe!" You watched, as France got wacked in the face with a frying pan. Did they know they would get hurt if they kept it up? They weren't just drawings anymore, they actually had to keep up with themselves.
"Frog face!" You saw England scream.
"Guys-" You started.
"Shut it! You were the one who wore that sissy girl dress!" England retorted to one of France's previous comments.
"Guys-" You tried again a little louder.
"Well who tried copying my style!" France yelled back.
"Guys!" You screamed.
That caught their attention.
They stared at you, obviously a little embarrassed.
You walked into the kitchen. Glass was broken, saucepans scattered, the faucet running, your penny jar's pennies scattered, the half used sack of flour in England's hair, the vinegar from last week all over France's outfit and face, and the frame holding the photo of you and your deceased brother cracked.
You looked more closely at the boys, to make sure they weren't bleeding or anything. Besides England having flour in his hair, he had a large piece of glass jammed right next to his large intestine (it's a good thing that he didn't actually have that lodged in the large intestine, or that could've been fatal), blood was coming out like the slowly running faucet, and he also had bruises all around his head. France on the other hand had small shards of glass in his hands, and his eyes were obviously burning from the vinegar.
"Uh…" Was all you could make out. You picked up the photo and tucked it in your pocket, then went to turn the faucet off.
You'd have to approach this one step at a time.
"Canada, would you go and get my first aid kit from the restroom?" You asked him.
He nodded his head and ran to the restroom.
"France, wash your eyes out at the sink. Don't use soap that'll burn them even more." You ordered.
A flash went across both of their faces; as if they hadn't realized what kind of pain they were in. Suddenly France began to cry, and moan, and squeal. He practically flew to the sink and began spraying the water on his face as if it was the last supply on the Earth, which would actually be kind of dumb if it really was the last of it.
England doubled over, just as Canada came back with the first aid kit.
"Canada, would you go get your brother for me?" You asked, remaining calm. You knew it was best to do in times of panic, as to relieve the others of more fret.
"Sure." He replied softly.
You opened your first aid box and pulled out your rubber gloves and tweezers.
You opened up England's shirt (it's easier to remove glass without having clothing in the way, trust me), feeling yourself blush as you finished unbuttoning.
"So how did the fight start?" You asked trying to keep him distracted/awake as you removed the glass.
"Well it all started when-" England began.
"Yo dudes, everything okay? Canada just came and got me and told him England was bleeding out! I brought-" America interrupted, stopping in his tracks as he saw you removing the glass.
"America, glad you could make it." You stood up and turned to face America.
"You see the dining room table? I need you to carry England up onto it." You ordered. You were tired, and really wanted to eat your muffin, so you were hoping everyone would just work along by what you said.
"Uh… Yea sure." He said still in shock.
These guys really weren't used to pain or any body problems, huh?
He picked him up quickly, making England wince.
"Careful! We don't want any more blood to come out!" You instructed.
"Okay, okay. Jeez, it's not like I was going to drop him or anything!" America replied.
He walked him over to the table followed closely by you and Canada.
He lowered him, and then walked off.
"Where are you going,? I-" You began, but stopped as you realized he was bringing pack your supplies.
"Oh thanks."
You got back to work and delicately pulled out the glass. You would've taken him to the hospital, but you couldn't afford the bill. You did have a few years of medical training behind you, so the outcome shouldn't be too bad.
The room was silent, except for Frog Fa- oops, France in the background who continued to moan.
You stared at England for a second; shocked he wasn't even wincing or speaking. You stared at his face; he was ghostly pale and looked asleep.
Wait? Is he? He did loose a lot of blood… For how long was he bleeding? You put your head next to his heart listening. After a second you heard the soft little thud in his chest.
You let out a sigh of relief and got back to work.
You pulled out a cloth and ordered Canada to apply pressure to the wound while you went back to the restroom to get antibacterial wash, water, numbing cream, a needle and string. You liked to keep medical supplies with you at all times, in case something like this happened, some of the supplies were a little hard to find at shops though.
You gathered the supplies and hurried back to the others.
When you returned, France was in the room as well.
"Okay, thanks Canada."
You cleansed the affected area, and then rubbed in the numbing medicine. He gave a little sign of pain, which was good for that meant he was still mostly alive. The bleeding had entirely stopped by the time you began the stitches.
In, out, in, out, in and out… As you worked, you wondered if everyday was going to be like this, you hoped not.
He had 12 stitches going up his side when you were done.
"Is he okay?" France asked a guilty expression painted on face.
"Yea, he will be. But I wish that I could give him a blood transfusion, he lost a lot of blood. Sadly, I can't just go buy it at Wal-Mart, so he'll just have to put up with being light headed and loopy for a while." You said weakly smiling.
"Well, at least he'll get better guys!" America said trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work.
France was the first to walk out of the room, followed shortly by Canada.
You left the room to get a sponge; you wanted to clean off all of the dried blood.
When you walked back in America was gone.
You knelt by England's side and began wiping off the blood.
You were going to have to explain to them after this that they are now just human, and that a guy's eraser isn't going to be able to erase the damage dealt. But that'd have to wait until the morning.
For all you wanted to do was eat your muffin and go to bed.
Hey! So first off I'm sorry for just making this what happens when you get home, but I promise my next chapter will be the course of a day (I know what your thinking, a day isn't that impressive, but it's going to be long, this was just 30 minutes-1 hour, so I imagine the course of day will be fairly long). Also, I might do a Christmas insert if I have enough time (heads up, if I do it'll probably not be related to the story line).
-MW