[England's face beneath the protective mask of his hands is pulled in distress, wrinkles at the corner of his mouth and between his eyebrows. It doesn't come through in his voice, which is flat and distant, but he's clearly feeling a bit tumultuous.
Three. He's down to three now, isn't he? As far as he knows, anyway. There could be more of them wandering around and England might never know.
He lets America take his hand without any fuss, and the other one falls away as its companion is tugged. At least his fingers curl around America's hand in response.]
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Three. He's down to three now, isn't he? As far as he knows, anyway. There could be more of them wandering around and England might never know.
He lets America take his hand without any fuss, and the other one falls away as its companion is tugged. At least his fingers curl around America's hand in response.]