The English Patient [OPEN]

[blitzkriegd]

Characters: England AND YOU
Date: September 15-22
Format: starting with prose, but I can follow whatever you want
Content Warnings: possible swearing and conversations about violence. also England is a masochist.
Summary: England was taken to the hospital by Stein after brutally being beaten up by Germany. People are welcome to visit, though he may be a bit loopy because he's on painkillers.
Notes: please no communicator posts. come visit in person. also, it'd be cool if you mentioned which day you visited in the subject line, though this is not necessary.


He really needed to stop sticking out his nose for Darstone. England thought he was doing the people a favor, and it had backfired on him. Twice. By now, his confidence had dwindled considerably. The only thing he wanted to do was run away and hide. Perhaps moving into the mining caves would be a good idea after all.

The island spent most of his time staring up at the ceiling remembering the fight. Germany had been acting so unlike himself. England was certain he'd been under some sort of spell, but he wasn't sure what that was. What a bother! He didn't know what happened after he'd been knocked unconscious, but he actually hoped that Germany was better. Yes, he was worried about his enemy. No, his fellow country. Because that wasn't right. Once England found out what had gone on, and if someone else was truly responsible, he wouldn't blame him.

That didn't mean he despised him any less. At least for the moment.

England's eyes slid shut. He nodded on and off throughout the day and night. After all, there wasn't much else to do. He had two arms and one leg in a cast, a neck brace, and various scrapes and bruises along his body, especially on his face where Germany had applied the most pressure. Thank goodness he was a country and he wouldn't have to be holed up here for much longer. England healed faster than a human. Still, it wasn't pleasant to be in this condition.

Comments

[blitzkriegd]

"Good..." England shifted his eyes to look at Prussia again as best as he could. He really had been worried about Germany. "Seemed possessed..." Perhaps Prussia had learned what had happened to him.

[windyheir]

John nodded, and then he said, "I'm from Washington, actually. Say, if you're from Earth, you're British, right? Because you've got that accent that everyone from there has."

John was 14 and had only ever seen British people in movies and on tv. His mental image of British people was just a little skewed.

mun is also from washington hehe

[blitzkriegd]

Washington. American. England figured as such.

He smiled brightly at the boy. "You are correct, young man. I'm from London." It was nice to meet someone who was from the same world. They looked like they were from different times, though, if the way John was dressed was any indication. "Though I've visited America's ho-- Er. America, frequently." He almost said 'America's house.'

heeee |D

[windyheir]

Technically John was from 2009, and his clothes were the result of dying a few times and getting rewards from a real-life video game, but details. The slip-up made John raise an eyebrow, because it sure did sound like England had been about to say 'America's house.' Maybe England had been to the White House? That was the only purely American house John could think of. "Yeah," he asked, "What part? DC?" Which would make the most sense, given what John was assuming about England's trips to America already.

[garantundkraft]

"Maybe? Fuck if I know." He closes his eyes, not particularly wanting to think about West right now. Thinking about West means he has to think like Prussia, and at the moment having to be the nation is... not the most awesome idea he can think of. "Can we talk about something else, yeah?"

[blitzkriegd]

England did not even think about the question much before answering. "All over," he shrugged. Well, attempted to shrug. "I've even been to Washington a few times. Lovely place. It rains a lot, like in my own country."

[windyheir]

Washington weather was something John could definitely talk about, since he had lived there and all. "Yeah, it's way too rainy all the time," he admitted, "I think I'd like it better if it were sunnier more often. Then again, even Washington had more sun than this place."

[blitzkriegd]

England had no idea that Prussia was trying to hide. He made a humming noise. "I don't care," he said tiredly. Prussia could talk about whatever the hell he wanted. Wasn't like England could leave the conversation. That thought made him smirk slightly.

[blitzkriegd]

"There's no sun at all here." England stated the obvious. They were underground, so there was nothing to argue about. "Have you been outside of Washington?"

[garantundkraft]

He sighs. "Well, I'm visiting you, but if you wanna be like that what was that I heard Doktor Stein saying about vivisection?" Is it too soon to be asking? Eh. Whatever. It's a subject that isn't Germany.

[blitzkriegd]

"Vivi-what?" England had nodded off momentarily. "Oh, oh... right." After a section, the smirk widened. Had Stein talked to Prussia about it? Whatever happened to that doctor-patient privacy thing? "Gonna... help him... with science and all that rot..."

[garantundkraft]

Well, it's hardly confidential if the doctor just announces in the middle of the street that it's terribly inconvenient that Germany keeps breaking England.

Ehem.

"By letting him cut you open?" He sounds horribly offended. Not at the idea of England being cut open, no. By the idea that it will be some strange man doing the cutting open. Honestly, England. Have you no decency?

[blitzkriegd]

England closed his eyes as his smirk faded into a wistful smile. His expression was on the verge of wicked as though he were already imagining it. Thanks to that medicine, he was not even thinking before he spoke, not even holding back his emotions.

"Yeah... to take pictures... for students. Can't wait." If Prussia could flit from alliance to alliance without concern for his partners, then he certainly couldn't say anything about a doctor cutting England open. Besides, it was for a good cause. It's not Stein would photograph his face. Just his beating organs...

And if England happened to enjoy it, then that was just a bonus.

[garantundkraft]

That's different and England ought to know it! Alliances and sex are entirely different from... from that, and everyone knows Prussia doesn't do marriage or commitment or whatever they call it these days. Besides, England hardly has room to talk, with his inconstancy in wartime alliances prior to the 20th century. Only fighting on someone's side because their enemy was France. Hah.

"Whaddya mean you can't wait?"

...Why is he so jealous? It's not like England is his! He doesn't do commitment.

[windyheir]

"That's what I meant," John said, frowning, "Since the sun can't get here, there's more sun at Washington, even though it rains there a lot."

As for the rest, John said, "I left once, a year ago, and I haven't been back there since. So I guess that counts, yeah."

[blitzkriegd]

England never slept with France. Or America. Or anyone (Spain, he did on occasion when he was being rebellious back in his younger days. And once with Japan, though both of them were terribly awkward about it). But Prussia was special to England. England wanted him the most, wanted to be with him forever. And he had always been jealous of the way Prussia had fawned over Frederick the Great. Hmph.

In any case, he wasn't think about that right now. He was thinking about that scalpel cutting him open, sliding down his body. Oh, goodness, it turned him on! Why was he in these wretched casts?

"Gonna hurt," he purred. "Fun..."

[blitzkriegd]

The response made England shift his eyes in John's direction. "Where do you live now?" he asked with curiosity. He wondered why John said he was from Washington first, instead of saying he was born there.

[garantundkraft]

...Oh Hell, his inner sadist just sat up and took notice at that tone. Along with less... inner... things. Gilbert groans, sliding his hand into his hair before looking at England out of the corner of his eye. "Is that so...?" Maybe he is leading England on; trying to get him to confess to more. So what?

He still would rather it be his hand that holds the blade. Not someone else's.

[blitzkriegd]

He needed to calm down. If he got too worked up, that would be embarrassing. Because someone else would have to take care of that. Not that England minded too much. But explaining it... What if Stein walked in? Or someone else? Ugh. He closed his eyes, took a long, deep inhale.

There wasn't really much else to say about it. "Basically... like a live autopsy..." he said as he tried to get rid of the edge in his voice. "Y'know? taking pictures of working... organs..." Hell, stop making him talk about this. "Hands feeling... around..." Was it warm in here?

[windyheir]

Funny story there, England. "I live here, of course! I even have my own apartment and everything."

John is good at both answering questions and not answering them at the same time.

[blitzkriegd]

...Actually, England figured John was hiding something there. But he would not press that matter. They weren't that close, and England wasn't one to pry, anyway.

"Ah, yes, of course." He smiled wryly, as though he were trying to show John that he knew he was cleverly answering. "When you say your own apartment... are you by yourself?"

[garantundkraft]

Perhaps just a little. Or maybe it's just the subject being discussed. Prussia leans in, tracing his tongue over his lips, about to egg England on further... when he remembers that, oh, yes. They're in a hospital and England is in traction.

Which is not as much of a mood killer as you'd think. It's actually the sudden crushing wave of guilt that kills it for Prussia. Gilbert. "Sounds exciting." He clears his throat. "Still, no need to get all worked up about it right now..."

[windyheir]

"Yeah, I went and checked it out, and nobody else was living there," John admitted, "I'll probably get roommates at some point, since there's enough room for three people, but for right now I'm all by myself."

He said this proudly, as if he were all grown up for living by himself. Being 14, it was important for him to look all grown up.

[blitzkriegd]

How did Prussia know he was worked up? England gulped and attempted a nod. "It's... payment. For being in the hospital... don't have money." Or at least he didn't when he was first admitted after Prussia and Germany decided they wanted to silence him. Now, England had gems, which could have paid the bills. But England wanted to keep those. And go through with the vivisection. "It's... not like... I'd do it all the time."

Why was he suddenly back-tracking? His thoughts had been uninhibited before. He'd even told Prussia how excited he was. But there was something about the other country's tone that made him feel as though he'd said too much. England cleared his throat awkwardly.

[blitzkriegd]

Dammit. England wanted to live by himself! He puffed out his cheeks a little in disappointment. "Must be quiet," he said. "And lonely." Perhaps he could convince John to trade with him. "I have two ladies as roommates."