Perception [4/?]
anonymous
August 4 2010, 06:36:18 UTC
England shuddered and turned to see Russia holding America’s frail hand in both of his larger ones. And the look on his face… England didn’t even know Russia had cared about the younger nation, not that he would have approved. He then looked over to Canada, America’s twin, the nation nobody ever noticed. France had somehow made his way over to that side and was kneeling next to Canada who just looked, for lack of a better word, lost. Completely lost because this was America, he was strong and unbreakable but here he was, lying on the conference room as nothing more than a broken skeleton.
“I guess he wasn’t lying about eating nothing but rabbit food.” England muttered, still combing his fingers through his ex-colony’s hair.
“You knew about this?” Russia hissed at him angrily, clenching America’s hand tighter.
“Not like this!” England whispered back, aware of Canada and France suddenly focusing their attention him. “He just mentioned it before the meeting when I- when I called him… fat… Oh God…” He ended miserably, praying that he wasn’t the one who caused America to become like this but knowing that he probably was.
“If you made him worse-” Russia growled threateningly.
“We don’t have time for your empty threats!” England snapped. “We need to get him to a hospital.”
“Angleterre, you know a hospital isn’t equipped do deal with a nation.” France said quietly. “We need to help him.”
“We?” Russia asked. “I’ve seen how you’ve all treated him; you’re all the ones that did this to him. America was fine but you’re the ones that had to pick at him until he gave in and broke.”
“’m not broke.” A quiet, tired voice suddenly mumbled.
Four heads whipped around to see America sleepily blink his eyes open.
“Wha’s hap’ng?” He asked, focusing bleary eyes on England and then Russia.
“Oh God,” England muttered miserably again, still raking his hand through America’s hair.
“We should move him.” Russia stated, glancing over his shoulders at the other nations. A silence had fallen over them for a second time when they noticed that America had woken.
“I guess he wasn’t lying about eating nothing but rabbit food.” England muttered, still combing his fingers through his ex-colony’s hair.
“You knew about this?” Russia hissed at him angrily, clenching America’s hand tighter.
“Not like this!” England whispered back, aware of Canada and France suddenly focusing their attention him. “He just mentioned it before the meeting when I- when I called him… fat… Oh God…” He ended miserably, praying that he wasn’t the one who caused America to become like this but knowing that he probably was.
“If you made him worse-” Russia growled threateningly.
“We don’t have time for your empty threats!” England snapped. “We need to get him to a hospital.”
“Angleterre, you know a hospital isn’t equipped do deal with a nation.” France said quietly. “We need to help him.”
“We?” Russia asked. “I’ve seen how you’ve all treated him; you’re all the ones that did this to him. America was fine but you’re the ones that had to pick at him until he gave in and broke.”
“’m not broke.” A quiet, tired voice suddenly mumbled.
Four heads whipped around to see America sleepily blink his eyes open.
“Wha’s hap’ng?” He asked, focusing bleary eyes on England and then Russia.
“Oh God,” England muttered miserably again, still raking his hand through America’s hair.
“We should move him.” Russia stated, glancing over his shoulders at the other nations. A silence had fallen over them for a second time when they noticed that America had woken.
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