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Once they were safely in the elevator, America slid down the wall clutching his arm and sighed. "Da** I'm going to kill that monster.." he said biting his lip making it start bleeding. He tried moving his arm but it remained still. "Crap.." he muttered sadly.

Austria watched in silence and turned away looking at the button's on the elavtor while he leaned up against the wall crossing hsi arms.

England didn't look at America, he had his eyes trained on the buttons. The door rolled open and the countrys piled into their room, before Prussia shut the door quietly.
"Okaay." He said with a long sigh.

America trotted over to the aids kit and grabbed it then went into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. He started trying to get some blood off his arm from the warm water from the sink. He winced some at the warm water hitting his arm and was able to calm the bleeding. In no time he had a bandaged wrapped around his arm and already he could see the blood seeping through the banged and shakily sighed. America tried lifting his arm and moving it again but it still wouldn't move. The monster must have really damaged some blood cells or something like that, and the thought made him curse under his breath. He leaned over the sink feeling a lot more irritated and hotter than normal so he took off his bomber's jacket that had blood stains and tares all over it. America slashed some water on his face to make him calm down, but it wasn't helping. He soon leaned his head up against the mirror and started crying. He hated crying, that was the one thing that America hated so much and wanted to stop but it kept coming. He sobbed silently while taking deep heavy breath while he watched one by one, tears falling down into the sink.

Prussia pushed England towards the bathroom door.
"C'mon. You are closer to him than Roddy or me, YOU talk to him." The german insisted, and England sighed, opening the door and sliding in.
"America?" He said quietly, frowning at the sight of his friend, bloody and broken. It brought back memorys, of course before the revoloution of Britain helping America with scraped knees or a thorn in his finger. He shook away those thoughts, and put a light hand on America's shoulder.
"What's wrong?"

America yelped feeling someone touch his shoulder all of a sudden and he backed away nearly falling into the bathtub but kept his balance. He looked seeing England standing there and blinked wiping away his tears, trying not to feel weak in front of him. "Hehe.. everything’s fine," he choked out a lie trying to make a smile but he knew England could tell it looked fake. He bit his lip again trying to keep tears back and felt it bleed yet again.

Seeing America so sad nearly brought england to tears as well. He frowned, and looked at the bandage, before sighing at how terribly it was put on.
"C'mere..sit down." He said, setting America down on the toilet and pulling off his bandage. England winced at the wound, it was really bad.. "You did a terrible job." He stated blandly, taking some disinfectant spray and spraying it, before wrapping it tightly with gauze and then more bandages. England felt like he needed to apologize for what he said earlier, but he wouldn't.

America sat lost in thought while England fixed his arm up. This kind of felt like the old days in a way, but more painful because of his arm. He couldn't help but smile lightly while he fixed his gaze on his shoes. He almost had the urge to pull the Brit into a big hug but remembered they had been fighting making him frown, staying where he was. He let out a shaky sigh.. Should he say he's sorry.. that was the one thing America wasn't really good at.. Apologizing. But it just felt so award between the two at the second. He sighed shakily running his good arm though his own hair.

"There." England said stiffly, attempting to still sound mad, but his eyes were something else. They looked hurt, and sad, that was it basically, so he tried to not look at America, not let him see how bad he wanted to wrap himself up in the other's arms and have him kiss him and say it was going to be okay..

America frowned, "England.. I can't feel this arm," he said feeling his eyes water up more. Why did he feel so weak and scared... America really just wanted to hit himself to stop the urge of crying but he didn't, England would just think he'd gone crazy or something like that.. America looked up at England and his eyes tired up more. He couldn't take it anymore.. Without thinking he wailed, "Iggy!" and jumped up wrapping his arms around the British man pushing him against the wall. America sobbed into England's shoulder, "I can't take it anymore.. i'm sorry! Im sorry! I 'm sorry.. god I'm so fu**** sorry.." he cried nearly crushing the Brit. "I'm so scared.." he said feeling himself shaking. He felt like a child.. so small and weak just standing there in England's arms but he didn't want to let go of him. At the second he wasn't feeling like that hero he always dreamed of being..

England frowned, and patted America's back affectionantly, murmuring encouraging things into the other's ear. He sighed and straightened America up so he could look at him.
"You'll be alright..I-I know you will..I'm sorry..too.." He added quietly, smiling slightly.

America pouted then smiled too, "Really.." he said trying to wipe away his tears but it was useless. He hugged him again feeling as if all this weight was taken off his shoulders. He was so happy he had England back in his arms and everything was back to how it was before. "Oh ya.. By the way, if we make it out of here alive, do not tell anyone about me crying like this,” he said sternly at first but ended up smiling.

England returned his smile, and chuckled, kissing America softly.
"Of course, love. Heros dont cry." He teased quietly, patting America's back.

America grinned lightly. "Good.. " he said sighing while he started to stop crying and kissed England back lightly on the lips in return.

England chuckled, and kissed America back a little harder, before pulling away.
"Come on now, lets go outside before Prussia gets some ideas of why we're taking so long.." He said with a sigh.

America nodded in agreement, although he wished he could stay in here longer. America now had stopped crying but he looked at himself in the mirror seeing his eyes all red. He didn't really want them to see his eyes red... but didn't he cry early in front of them? Crap... America sighed and follwed England out the bathroom door.