The Wrong Spell (With TimetoDuel95)

[~PlatinumCream~]

The leather belts then lowered the man on the bed, loosing his limbs letting them rest on the bed as they disappeared. Thank god. His body was twitching slowly waking up to look slightly up at the ceiling not seeing them anymore and he was free now. But, England did see America was out of the trance, putting on a weak smile due to the pain he's in now.

"....I-I don't need a doctor. I'm j-just glad that you're back..." England weakly said, trying to push himself up despite putting more pain on his broken hip, holding it as more tears fell down.

[TimetoDuel95]

America saw he was struggling and he pulled England up the rest of the way as gently as he could, knowing England was in pain. He felt a sense of guilt, getting the idea that he was the one who caused this even though he didn't remember what had just happened or why he was even here. "A-Are you sure, dude? I can get you to a doctor real quick."

[~PlatinumCream~]

"I don't n-need a bloody doctor, idiot!" England hissed at, leaning against America's shoulder rubbing his back ass from the sore. "You know, you did a number on my arse' but, you didn't have to break my fucking hip! Don't speak! I know what your gonna say and it'll be stupid and shit! It's my fault which it is if I haven't gotten that spell mixed up. Yes. I'm a magic freak! You fucking happy, now?! Go ahead and diss me out!"

[TimetoDuel95]

America blinked as England started to yell at him and he just sat quietly as he listened, then he looked down at England who was leaning on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around England slowly. "I'm not going to diss you, dude. You're not the only one whose tried knocking me out of my throne." he replied with a slight chuckle, trying to get at least some of the England he knew and secretly cared for out by glorifying himself a little when England thought he was just a stupid nation.

[~PlatinumCream~]

England just groans while he looks away with a faint blush across his cheeks, gripping on his jacket tightly. "Before you take me to the hospital, I'll tell you truth. I was trying to make a spell that will make you more seriously and less hyper but, the mixtures I put in did the opposite and next thing I know, leather belts appeared and rip me' clothes off. Then I appeared in the bedroom, you took down the door then drank something you shouldn't drank if you don't know what is it, twat! The spell took over you and you ended up having sex with me with some teasing and such."

[TimetoDuel95]

America took awhile to take in everything England just told him, then finally snickered without really meaning to. "Dude, England, you really need to come out of the stone ages." he replied as he patted England's back gently. "But, I'm glad you told me the truth, bra. It's all good. I'll just take you to the doctor and everything will be totally normal again. I'm super cereal."

[~PlatinumCream~]

England just hits him on the head hard with his fist at the snicker and the comment but, at least he's somewhat being truthful at the moment. "..You still own my a new door, idiot.." He whispers before he loses consciousness and falls onto America's lap.

[TimetoDuel95]

America wasted no time in getting England to the hospital where he stayed with him after his hip was repaired. As nations, they healed faster than humans, but it didn't mean they were completely immortal. He remained seated in a chair at England's bedside because he felt he needed to, as the cause for the injury was on him...slightly, and he cared for England even if their relations had been tarnished or tense over the years since the Revolution and because of some of the leaders America has had.

[~PlatinumCream~]

The British nation did woke up after the fixing, rubbing his eyes then sighs deeply as he push himself up while gripping the sheets. "I never like coming here. It makes me feel weak that I couldn't stop it. Even though, we're nations and such... I still blame myself on how you turn out now and since the Revolution War...." Covering his face with his hands in guilt which he tries to keep myself from crying.

[TimetoDuel95]

America blinked and stayed silent as he listened to England, then frowned a little at the memory. America wasn't always so overly confident, not with England at the steering wheel of his future. He didn't want to revolt against England, in fact he even got support for staying with England for a little bit longer, but eventually he had to make a choice between England and losing his own people who wanted independence. He stood slowly from the chair and walked over to sit on the bed before wrapping his arms around England and he buried his face in the nape of England's neck without a word.