Being a Doctor is Hard

[colonial]

Characters: America, open
Setting: infirmary
Format: action
Summary: America fails at bandages.
Warnings: shouldn't be anything particularly bad

[America hadn't gotten out of the monster attacks completely unscathed--following England when he insisted on running off to the higher, more dangerous levels had been difficult, and while a lot of the things he could throw or punch, he hadn't gotten off quite scot-free, as the claw marks on his chest showed.

Not that he'd showed them to anyone; England would be mad and make that sad face and anyway he was fine! America just had to sneak down to bandage them now and then, that's all. Not that he was particularly good at bandaging himself up. Unsure of when enough was enough and how to cut them off, it's not long before he's rolling around on the floor, his chest and legs and left arm encased in enough bandages to make him look like a mummy.

He squirms in an ineffectual circle hopelessly.]

Comments

[keepscalm]

[Despite himself, he smiles at America's gesture, holding him close and raising a hand to ruffle the back of the colony's hair.]

All right. Don't go easy on me, now. And remember that slow and steady wins the race.

[colonial]

[America grins more naturally, satisfied England is at least mostly back to normal.]

What about fast and steady?

[keepscalm]

Fast and steady is hard to keep up. You can only go so fast for so long before you get tired.

[colonial]

I don't get tired! [America kicks his legs a bit, as if to demonstrate this.] I can go fast and steady!

[keepscalm]

Really now? [England knows better.] So does that mean I imagined all those times I tucked you in for bed?