[England sits up as soon as he's allowed, scooting back to give himself a little more space should France change his mind about the whole punching thing. He stares at France with open suspicion; the more France looks at him and talks at him like he's just made some grave mistake he's not admitting to makes England want to hit him again (and simultaneously tell him to stop acting like his mum, for chrissake's).

He's defensive as the words come rushing out of his mouth, but for their anger, they lack direction. He feels like he needs to defend himself, but he doesn't know from what.] Look, I don't know what the date is! I have better things to do than carve a tally on my bedpost for every day in this prison! [Not that he could do that even if he wanted to. The bedframes are metal.]

Why don't you stop beating around the bush and tell me, if it's so bloody important?

[England regrets the words almost as soon as he says them, but he needs France to stop acting like he knows something that England doesn't. Obviously he can't explain himself (or apologise, ha) if he doesn't even know what this is about, so there's no point playing these stupid games and assuming he's going to magically get his bearings from a few fucking hints.

Obviously there's something wrong here on France's end and England has no idea what it is. That's weird, and he won't stand for it.]