Running and making love were two entirely different things! They required different endurance training! Besides, England had recently tried to raise his stamina to compete with America, but then decided there was no point in that if that stupid little brother of his was always going to win. The bastard could carry a car around with him as though it were nothing!

Ah, well. No use crying over spilt milk. What was done was done, and England wasn't going to bring it up again. He didn't seem to mind being carried for the time being. He did have to hold himself back from flicking the gang off. It would have been hilarious, but he worried that if he egged them on, Prussia would leave him there to get pummeled.

"They're gaining on us!"