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The English Patient [OPEN]

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.

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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.

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.'

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.

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."

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."

"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?"

"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."

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.

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.

...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?"

"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.

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."

"You don't sound too happy about that," John said. Admittedly, he did like his space, but he was okay with sharing too and didn't see too much of a difference between sharing an apartment with boys and girls. Maybe the girls always got on England's case for leaving the toilet seat up or something.

"I know there's a few other empty apartments on the floor I live in, if you want to live by yourself you could see if you could move into one of them."

Of course it had nothing to do with a toilet or any other girly habits. It was more that England was used to living alone. Then again, he'd been spending so much time in the hospital lately, that it didn't feel like he even needed an apartment.

"I think... you need money to have your own place," he replied with a frown. "We guests earn money here by doing quests."

"And you can't really do any quests right now, right?" It looked like England was stuck between a rock and a hard place. John would have tried to help, but he was a kid and didn't think he could earn money in the way he was used to (killing monsters).

"I went on a quest about a week ago. That's how I met those gnomes. It was a lot of fun." But, yes, now England couldn't do anything else. What John didn't know, though, was that it would not take nearly as long for England to heal. With any luck, he'd be out of the hospital within a week or two. "You should try one."

John was already considering it. It sounded better than having a regular job, and he was sure there were labor laws in this place anyway. "I think I might," he said, "If they'll let me."

And if they didn't, he would still do them anyway and try to claim the rewards. Because that's how John Egbert rolled.

There were most likely kid-friendly quests. England couldn't recall the other quests he'd seen on the board because his mind was loopy. Besides, that was a while ago, and he had focused in on his own quest as soon as he'd seen it.

"I hope you find a good one," England grinned tiredly. "Or, rather, good ones."

"Hopefully," John said with a smile.

Then he faltered for a moment, not sure what to talk about next. He glanced down at England's casts, and then he said, "Say, can people write on those?"

Oh, he'd seen that before. It was something humans did. England was deeply moved. Hm. He attempted to look nonchalant, but the medicine was making him grin. "I suppose. It's not like I could do anything about it if you... Er- I mean! Someone did...!"

Oh England, John saw right through that. With a grin, he said, "Gimme a moment, I'll be right back."

Instead of going out the way he came in, John used the door instead. About five minutes later he came back with a handful of permanent markers of various colors. "Okay, how awesome do you want to look for the next two months?"

More like two weeks.

England had pushed himself up a little while John had been out. He watched with interest as the boy came closer. This was something he'd never done before! It seemed so trivial, and yet he was glad that the boy had taken such an interest in him. He would blame it on the drugs, yep. Otherwise he would have said that cast-signing was frivolous and stupid... Except probably not because England liked kids.

"Just do whatever you feel like," he said. He wanted John to be creative. "Ah... perhaps you could draw... um..." His voice got very quiet as he started mumbling something.

John had been sorting through the pens while trying to think of the best thing to draw, so he hadn't quite caught the end of what England had said. "Huh? What was that last part?"

England cleared his throat. Well. "Er... A... a unicorn," he said as blush covered his cheeks. "Could you draw one? P-please?" No one else would see it... He wouldn't be wearing it that long.

A unicorn? That sounded pretty girly, but it looked like England had just been through hell so John wasn't about to deny him his unicorn. "Sure, I can draw that," he said, and he got to work drawing a unicorn on one of England's arm casts. Eventually it turns out looking like this.

"There," he said, putting the cap on the marker he had been using, "All done!"

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mun is also from washington hehe

heeee |D

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omg England so moe

s-sob it's the medicine rly

suuuuuuuure it is