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.

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"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."

[windyheir]

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.

[blitzkriegd]

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."

[windyheir]

"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?"

[blitzkriegd]

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...!"

[windyheir]

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?"

[blitzkriegd]

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.

omg England so moe

[windyheir]

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?"

s-sob it's the medicine rly

[blitzkriegd]

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.

suuuuuuuure it is

[windyheir]

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!"

omg that picture had me rolling

[blitzkriegd]

Unicorns weren't girly! They were powerful and merciless creatures that would stab out your eye if you tried to hurt them! Yes, England loved the majestic unicorn.

He had watched John the entire time, and now he grinned at the completed project. The boy was no Picasso, clearly, but this unicorn was his alone, and England was sentimental like that.

"Thank you," he said with a pleased grin. Man, these drugs were seriously making him goofy.

8D icon is to show off the symbol btw

[windyheir]

"Hey, it's no problem," John said cheerfully. And since England was enjoying it so much, he went ahead and added some more drawings. The unicorn soon was accompanied by a shitty drawing of a man in a top hat and a monocle holding a cup of tea and being so stereotypically British it hurt. Then he tried to draw the UK flag, but he forgot the white borders around the red part. To finish it off, he went ahead and drew the light-blue symbol that happened to be on his shirt. It was a cool symbol and England needed to be cool too.

y u so cute john

[blitzkriegd]

The stereotype was appreciated. It actually made England laugh. Genuinely! He had a good sense of humour, and John was taking his mind off the bad things that had happened to him for the moment. Once the boy added the symbol, England's curiousity was piqued. He'd noticed it on the shirt.

"Does that mean anything?" he asked with interest.

because he is

[windyheir]

"It's actually from a game," John said, being honest for the most part, "The players all get different classes and aspects that give them cool powers and stuff. In the game, I'm the Heir of Breath, and the wavy thing there is the symbol for it."

Plus Dave just thought it looked cool. Most of the symbols did, but he liked how the Breath symbol wasn't a circle of some sort like most of the others were.

[blitzkriegd]

Hm. England had never heard of a game like that. He was used to board games, or cricket. "What is the goal?"

[windyheir]

"Well, it involves chess, and all the players are on the white pieces team, and we have to beat the Black King." It seemed simple enough to him, even though his particular game had gotten out of hand. "It's like a video game. That's where I got my cool clothes from too."

[blitzkriegd]

Chess, England could understand. But there was something else in there that didn't make sense, and momentarily pulled his focus from the object of the game John was attempting to explain.

"...Video... game?"

[windyheir]

"What, never played a video game before?"

It was hard for John to imagine a life without video games, but maybe this guy came from a weird alternate-earth where they had never been made.

[blitzkriegd]

England tried to shake his head and then remembered he couldn't again. Being broken was such a bother! "I've never heard of such a thing," he replied. "How do you play it?"

[windyheir]

Whooo boy this would take a while to explain. "You play it on a computer, or on a tv, or anything electronic with a screen I guess. But it's like reading a book, except you're playing it. They can be anything: fantasy, war, sci-fi, whatever. And there's different ways to play each game. I like RPGs myself."

[blitzkriegd]

Whoa there, John. You're going too fast for England! He knows what a television is, but not a computer. It's making his head hurt. "What is an RPG?"

[windyheir]

"A role playing game! You know, where you pretend to be something you're not." He doesn't know how old RPGs are, but he knows some people dress in costumes and run around yelling stuff about magic missiles, and that has to be way older than video games.

"When your hands aren't broken I'll see if I can find one for you to try. They're really fun, you're missing out if you've never played them before."

[blitzkriegd]

"That might be interesting," England mused. He was beginning to feel tired again. That was probably because his brain was working so fast trying to keep up. "Though I haven't played pretend in a long time."

[windyheir]

"Well just worry about healing for right now," John said with a smile, "You can't do much about it right now. But I'll definitely find one and grab you to come play it when you're better."

He thought he had two months time to do so, which would give him plenty of time.

[blitzkriegd]

England smiled back, feeling happy that he met a new face. There were a lot of nice people here, and he wasn't the most social butterfly. But when a stranger went out of their way to speak to him... well, England appreciated that. He stifled a yawn and looked down at the drawings on his cast again. The other ones looked plain. Perhaps he could get more people to write on them.

"Let's stay in touch then, John. I apologise that I'm not very exciting right now."