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

[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."

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"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.

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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."

[windyheir]

"It's alright, it's gotta be tough to stay awake with all those broken bones making you tired. Just bug me over the mirrors if you want to talk some more."

And with that, John went over to the window, jumping out the way he had initially came. The permanent markers were left on the table for England, so that other people could draw stuff if they wanted to.

[blitzkriegd]

Oop! He was gone as quickly as he came! Ah, well. England had enjoyed that very much. He would be glad to see John once his wounds had healed.

Now that he had some time alone, though, he would rest and probably dream about strange games and unicorns.