09. is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

[keepscalm]

Characters: [OU] England (keepscalm), [OU] America (colonial), and you!
Setting: Infirmary. BACKDATED prompts to 4/13 and 4/14 (before the event start), and current-dated to today. Put your prompt in the subject line!
Format: Starting action will match etc etc
Summary: Something does not go quite right with America's collar check-up.
Warnings: Brainwashed baby nations.

scenario A♛ Infirmary: Daytime - violet collar check-up (open; backdated to 4/13)
[He'd gone in for his check-up already; England's only reason for his continuing presence amongst the other violet-collared residents in the infirmary was America, who was still in the examination room.

He waits, seated in one of the chairs outside of the exam room, looking pretty disgruntled about the whole thing, and only getting worse as others are called in for their check-ups and subsequently let go.

He grumbles it quietly to himself:] What's taking so long in there?

scenario B♛ Infirmary: Nighttime (open; backdated to 4/13)
[Something is wrong.

He bangs his fists desperately against the door to the exam room, but it shows no signs of opening one way or another.] America! America!

[No matter how much he shouts or throws himself against the door, though, there is no answer.

Say what you will to him, and he might calm down, but he's not going to leave for anything.]

scenario C♛ Infirmary: Anytime (open; backdated to 4/14)
[After tiring himself out the day previous, England had resigned himself to the wait and one of the uncomfortable chairs outside of the room. He sits with his hands folded in his lap and his legs crossed at the ankle. He looks like he's trying for all the world to keep sitting up straight and alert, but the way he keeps slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes is telling.

He hadn't really slept much yesterday.]

scenario D♛ Infirmary: Daytime (closed to colonial)
[He's exhausted, and there are bags under his eyes and visible fatigue in his body to prove it. He probably hasn't eaten much either.

But he still has not left his spot outside of the check-up room. America would either come out through this door or find him some other way.]

Comments

[colonial]

[America comes tumbling back--it seems whatever lurks in this room dragged him back out of it. He begins walking back up the staircase as if he hadn't just gotten dragged around by who-knows-what in the dark.]

It's a warning. Like a public hanging.

[keepscalm]

[England recoils a few steps in alarm when America comes rolling out of the room, and gives a suspicious look after him as he continues on his merry way.]

Hardly much of a warning when you can just as easily die by accident here.

[He doesn't know what the point of this conversation is, aside from maybe venting his bitterness.

Maybe he's hoping that some of it will actually get through to America.]

[colonial]

It doesn't matter, I just have to obey. [How much of America is there to get through to is pretty suspect at this point. America steps off onto floor ten, moving between the water of the aquarium without his usual awe and delight at this floor.]