[log] holding my breath until I know you're all right [closed]

[keepscalm]

Characters: England, Ginger, and America! And then later, maybe others who need to stop by to pick up clothes?
Location C10, building 49
Date: Morning 115 for England, Ginger, and America
Summary: England and America finally meet up again after being separated in the shuffle! Ginger thinks this is precious. Really it is just embarrassing. If your character will be arriving at building 49 close to day 115, contact ceesawaseesaw so we can coordinate!
Warnings: Brief mentions of alcoholic tendencies. Will edit as necessary.

[It's not unusual for England to have trouble sleeping, but he finds himself waking even earlier than usual today in anticipation of their guest. He hasn't been separated from America that long, not compared to the months or years they spent apart back home. But it's felt so much longer here, with the constant danger and America previously at his side almost every moment of the day.

He uses the extra time in the morning to sew, of course. He only occasionally glances at the cheap bracelet encircling his wrist; he wouldn't want Ginger to think he misses America too much.]

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[keepscalm]

[England doesn't give a verbal response, too preoccupied with turning his own behaviour over in his head. What would he say, anyway? Obviously he wants to, or he wouldn't be asking to do it.

He tugs the collar of America's jacket down a little and holds it in place while he spritzes the disinfectant onto the bite. It's probably cold, but there isn't much he can do about that.]

[fifty]

[America gasps.] That's cold! [He does stay still, at least. The wound matches up to some sort of large canine, though it's hard to say what exactly. This one was especially deep, apparently.]

[keepscalm]

A tad. Sorry. [Though England sounds distracted and not particularly sorry. He leans to reach for the first aid kit so that he can get a bit of gauze. When he straightens again and starts to dab at the wound, he can see how deep it is, how big it is.

He begins to rethink his compromise on this cleaning matter, but he knows America won't agree. Maybe if Ginger said it was the best thing to do, but England can't just ask her to say that.

A heavy sigh escapes him without his notice as he works.]

[fifty]

[America can hear the sigh.] It doesn't even really hurt anymore. [Sort of. Actually, the disinfectant kind of stings right now, and the whole area is still kind of sore, but that doesn't count.]

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Shut it and let me deal with this. [Complaining was not part of the compromise!

He contemplates bandaging the wound. But it would be...really rather inconvenient to bandage, being so large, and they've only got one roll of gauze.

It does not really take this long to clean something, usually, but this is a pretty big bite so England has an excuse.]

[fifty]

[America tries to sit still, really--but with England telling him to keep quiet, his building energy has to go somewhere. It's not long before America is fidgeting, tapping his fingers and wiggling his feet and generally not keeping still anymore.]

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[In jumps Ginger to try and maybe keep America distracted from England's work. Before America, like, totally can't contain himself anymore or something.]

Hey!

[She moves over so that way America can see her without having to twist his head around since that would completely defeat the purpose.]

Did you find any other neat thingies while you were out there on your own?

[fifty]

Oh! [This is a good point! America grabs for his pack, luckily within reach so he doesn't have to twist around, and pulls out a paper bag from the grocery store.] I've got donuts! Want some?

[That was what she meant, right?]

[keepscalm]

[England is so thankful for you, Ginger.

And okay maybe he's a little thankful for America too. Doughnuts are not his favourite thing in the world, but he perks up with interest anyway, peeking over America's shoulder.]

Really? [The "you haven't eaten them all?" is implied.]