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Post by England on Apr 12, 2013 17:27:28 GMT -5
England had never been so grateful for America's presence before. Rolling at a hundred kilometres an hour did not really bode well when his limbs felt too weak to even support his body, let alone drive. His head had been drooping when America's call brought him back to reality and he quickly pretended he hadn't been dozing off.
"R-Right," he shook the numbness out of his arms and tried to keep from swerving as he did so. "Well, that's good news," he tried to smile, but he was too tired to keep it up for long. His stomach was roiling uncomfortably and he was sure he'd have to call for a pit stop right there if it kept up. He sucked it up at the sight of the warehouse in the distance though. At this rate, it wouldn't be ten minutes before they got there. England frankly could not wait anymore.
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Post by America on Apr 12, 2013 19:32:19 GMT -5
One glance at England told him that his boyfriend wasn't doing too well. They needed to get to the warehouse quickly; it was clear that England was on the verge of collapsing. He began to go faster, gesturing for England to do the same. The faster they went, the less time it would take for them for them to get where they needed to be. He narrowed his eyes, continuously looking back at the elder nation, just to make sure he was awake.
At this point, it didn't seem as if England would even be able to walk straight. However tired America was, though, he was prepared to carry the other through the warehouse and where he needed to go. After all, England had done so much for him over the course of their time on the roof. He had let him cry on his shoulder, he had preformed surgery on his leg, and he had brought the spirit back in him. England deserved all the care America could bestow upon him.
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Post by England on Apr 12, 2013 20:02:30 GMT -5
Thankfully, England was able to make it to the warehouse without any minor incidents or otherwise, and practically sobbed in relief once he carelessly parked the bike in its place and walked as fast as he could to the door. He punched in the code aggressively and didn't wait for America to come on after him before he made a few steps into the warehouse, and let himself fall, first to his knees, then completely to the floor.
"We made it," he breathed, as if in disbelief. "We actually made it." And they were both alive and safe and unhurt. "Bloody hell, we're back," he laughed, a bit hysterically as relief coursed through him. He flipped over on his back to look at America when he came in and a strange grin made its way on his blood-crusted face. "We're alive."
And that was more than enough for him. They would live another day, and they would preferably never ever do something like that again. All of it.
((Shall we enlist the assistance of a medic for the later part of this thread or do we end it in the showers or something?))
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Post by America on Apr 12, 2013 20:48:57 GMT -5
Once they parked their bikes, America followed England inside. He shut the doors behind them, then smiled back at England. At least his boyfriend was happy. That was all he wanted. They were both happy; happy and safe. He took a few steps forward, then fell to his knees right beside England, using his hands to keep himself from completely falling. "What, you didn't think we would make it?" he asked teasingly. "I'd never leave you in danger, you know. You're too special to me."
He gave himself a moment to breathe before standing up. "I'd kiss you right now, babe, but we're both real nasty. After we shower, 'kay?" He groaned and stretched slightly, glancing around. "So, you wanna go take it now? I'll, uh...I'll carry you, if you want." He knew England might reject his help, but it was good to offer assistance. And he didn't even care too much if he would have to carry England. It was only a little walk to the showers, or the medic center, wherever they were going first.
[[uh, maybe one of the medics would like to help. ^_^]]
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Post by England on Apr 12, 2013 21:41:17 GMT -5
"I can get there on my own. I just need a moment," England insisted, because he'd been at his weakest in the past couple of days, and he was done lying around and waiting for others to do the job for him. But in the literal sense of the term, he'd lie down just a little longer, just enough to recuperate a little. It wouldn't do to stay too long, though, because not only was it entirely unsightly, but he was sure he would fall asleep if he laid there long enough.
"Fine, help me up, then" he demanded, grabbing America's hand to hoist himself back to his feet. "I appreciate the offer, but now, it's only a matter of how fast I can throw these awful clothes off of me and get under the shower and live there were the rest of my life," he laughed, and intertwined his fingers with America's to lead them both towards the showers.
Lunch had yet to be served, so nobody was on their way to the showers, which was a good thing because England wanted to avoid questions. Of course, they'd get plenty of those when someone noticed their return after such a long absence, and the poor person who would do their laundry (and hopefully just throw their clothes out, or even better, burn them) would definitely have questions.
For now, though, England decided as he pushed open the door to the bathroom and led America to the shower stalls in the back, he wouldn't preoccupy himself with that and he would celebrate (albeit quietly) the fact that they were both still alive and well.
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Post by America on Apr 12, 2013 22:24:13 GMT -5
America didn't know if he wanted anyone around or not. For one thing, he wanted everyone to crowd around and ask about their disappearance. For another, he just wanted to be left alone (well, left alone with England), and finish resting up from their long period away from the warehouse. Too many people near him would be overwhelming, especially considering the fact that they had been away from others for suck a long time that it would be hard to properly function right at the moment.
He just needed a day or two. Then he'd want a party.
Once they reached the shower stalls, America quickly took off his dirty clothes, throwing them off to the side. "God, I feel so gross," he mumbled, rubbing at the dried blood on his arms. "Damn." He glanced over at England and gave a small smile. "We taking a shower together, or...?" He wouldn't blame England if he wanted them to take separate showers. After all, it would take a lot of cleaning to get them fully clean.
He pushed all of his clothes into a pile, then took off his glasses and put them on one of the benches. He'd have to clean those later, too. Though he figured that they weren't actually going to be keeping the rest of the clothing articles. They were torn and covered in the innards of zombies.
Though, with his mind on blood, America glanced down at his wound, realizing the bandages were still on. "Also, should I check this, or leave it for the medics?"
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Post by England on Apr 12, 2013 23:14:56 GMT -5
"Check it. It's already a good sign if it hasn't turned bloody green from all sorts of nasty infections you probably have because of the smart plan to play operation on a roof." England shrugged off his ruined tunic and didn't even bother folding it before he threw it on the ground, and then pulled his soiled wife beater, which was definitely no longer white and never would be again, over his head.
Stepping into the shower stall, he started the spray and kicked off his boots and socks while he waited for the water to heat. He wiggled his damp toes and sighed in relief, though he winced at the smell of humid skin. He quickly undid his belt and shimmied out of his cut-up pants and dirty underwear, throwing those in the growing pile of rot-smelling, bloody clothes. When he stepped under the warm and comforting spray, afterwards, he practically melted.
"Good god, it is so good to be back," he moaned in delight, closing his eyes and letting the water wash off the biggest parts of the blood and guts off of him before he sat down with his legs crossed and sighed again. "Do you want to join me, America?" he hummed, eyes still closed to enjoy the water. "Unless you want to take a shower next door."
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Post by America on Apr 13, 2013 10:25:38 GMT -5
America nodded at England's suggestion, and while his boyfriend removed his own clothes, America unwrapped his bandages, trying to be as gently as possible. It wouldn't do for them to get all the way back just to have the wound reopen and bleed out everywhere. The bandages were tossed in the pile of dirty clothes as well, since America figured they were going to throw them away.
He looked down at the wound, trying to examine it properly. Luckily, it wasn't green, so that was probably a good sign, like England said, but the skin around the wound was bruised and red. That seemed pretty normal though. Besides, the medics would take a look at it later. He could worry about the meanings of bruised skin when they decided to do that. And he could worry about being stuck in quarantine later.
For now, he stepped into England's shower stall, smiling at the sight of the elder nation cross-legged on the ground. "Nah, I think I'll join you," he said, instantly stepping underneath another part of the shower spray. He let a sigh of relief fall from hi lips as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get all the blood and guts off of him. "Holy shit, you know how much I missed showers? Geez, I think I'll stay in here for a while." He sat down across from England, still grinning as the water cascaded down his skin, taking all the grime and dirt with it.
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Post by England on Apr 13, 2013 13:18:17 GMT -5
"In that case, perhaps I'll fall asleep here. And then wake up as a shriveled up old man," England laughed and kept his distance from America until he looked clean enough, and then grabbed the nearest shampoo bottle, not caring if it was some kind of fruity shampoo. He then shifted over to get on all four and crawled over to America, sitting right in front of him and looking at his wound. Despite being an angry red and badly scarred, it wasn't bleeding and didn't look visibly infected, so England was not worried.
"Turn around so I can clean your hair," he suggested, patting America's side to prompt him to move. His arms felt like jelly, though, so he put the shampoo down for a moment to rest his aching limbs, and instead, leaned forward to press his cheek to the bump of America's spine right below the base of his neck. America's skin was warm, and a sudden burst of emotion ran through England's heart.
"Love you," he mumbled against his skin, closing his eyes to feel him safe and sound next to him. He wasn't usually so open about things like this, but the overwhelming relief had forced him to say it. Perhaps that was why he'd asked him to turn around in the first place: so he would be able to spin words of gold without having to feel embarrassed.
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Post by America on Apr 13, 2013 16:42:23 GMT -5
America turned around when England requested it of him, leaning his head back slightly and closing his eyes. The shower stream sprayed into his face, and he didn't think anything had ever felt so great. However, rather than the gentle massaging of England's fingers in his hair, he felt something on his back. He craned his neck and narrowed his eyes through the steam rising up, but smiled softly when he saw it was just England.
His smile grew wider when England mumbled the declaration of love. "Mm, I love you, too, babe," he said, just as quietly. "I wouldn't have wanted to be stranded with anyone else, you know. I wouldn't have trusted anyone else with my secrets, with my wounds, with my life." He removed England's head and turned around to face him, then gathered him into a hug and closed his eyes.
"We're safe now, though. And I'll still be yours forever. I'll still never, ever leave you. I'll love you for all eternity, until the world no longer exists, and then I'll follow you to whatever afterlife we have, and I'll keep hold of your hand forever. I'll never let you go." He hummed, then grabbed the shampoo bottle from England's hands. "And I wanna clean your hair first, by the way."
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Post by England on Apr 13, 2013 18:38:21 GMT -5
"That was nice. Good seduction tactic," England chuckled, sighing comfortably in America's arms and letting the thrum of his voice cause shivers that danced across his skin despite the warm water on him. "Of course I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth and back, you didn't have to bribe me with shampooing my hair to get me." Laughing softly, he looked up into America's eyes and watched the emotions dance like the waves on the sea.
"I wouldn't be able to do a thing without you, you know," England sighed, and ventured to bump his nose with America's in a brief eskimo kiss before turning around and scooting backwards. Their mutual state of nakedness did not really bother him, for he was too tired to care. Under other circumstances, it might have gotten him a bit uncomfortable, but right now, he didn't even think he could get it up if he tried.
"There," he finally announced when he positioned himself with his back close enough to touch America's chest, and tilted his head upwards to press his face into the crook of his lover's neck with a smile.
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Post by America on Apr 13, 2013 19:01:41 GMT -5
"But bribing with shampoo work real good," America pointed out as England positioned himself properly. He kissed his lover's forehead and smirked. "Frankly, I'm gonna have to shampoo your hair before ever thinking of seducing you properly. No way will I do anything sexy or sweet when you got zombie guts all over you." He laughed, squirting a large glob of the fruit-smelling shampoo unto his hand, then began to rub it all over England's hair.
He grimaced slightly at all the grime and the greasy feeling, but after massaging the scalp and making sure everything was covered in the suds, he knew it would soon look as good as new. "After this," he said, getting more of the shampoo on his hands, just in case, "we're gonna have to scrub our bodies like we've never scrubbed before. I really hope the blood doesn't, like, sink into my skin and become permanent or some shit like that."
He gently brought England's head back and pushed it under the water, then began to work at it until all the spuds were washed from his boyfriend's hair, until everything looked pretty clean.
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Post by England on Apr 13, 2013 20:32:46 GMT -5
"The feeling is mutual," England chuckled, closing his eyes and practically moaning in relief as America's hands began massaging his scalp. If he could fall asleep right there in America's arms, he would have a long time ago. "Seeing you look and stink like the dead isn't exactly idea of a turn-on."
He closed his mouth long enough to let America rinse the shampoo off, and then, feeling much better and much lighter, even, he turned his face to peck his cheek.
"I doubt it'd become permanent, darling, or you'd already be a zombie by now. Skin absorption into blood, and all of that mumbo-jumbo," he hummed. "But it is a permanent scar on the mind, so if you'll allow me, I'll get working on your hair so that we can scrub ourselves as clean as possible and then finally eat something before my stomach eats itself."
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Post by America on Apr 13, 2013 21:37:36 GMT -5
"Eh, might be a permanent scar, but it'll only continue to scar us more if we think too much about it," America said. He began to turn around so that England could reach his own hair, and he mentally deplored the fact that he was taller. It wouldn't be too kind on his body if he stretched to lay his head down on England's shoulder. "We'll just have to think happier thoughts and keep the scar down. Don't pick at the scabs, remember that. They might not ever go away, but leaving it alone will bring some sort of healing."
Showers always made him philosophical.
Speaking of food, though, his stomach growled in agreement to England's words, so as America positioned himself in front of his boyfriend, he laughed. "Meat. I want meat so, so bad. Mm, and maybe we'll have a can of peas around. I think I might like that. Ooh, or just noodles, and-" His stomach growled once more, louder this time, and America couldn't even care enough to blush.
"Let's just figure out our meal when we get out of the shower. I'm too hungry to think about food."
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Post by England on Apr 13, 2013 22:52:50 GMT -5
"I see what you mean. You're right," England hummed, squirting some shampoo on his hands and attacking America's hair with his sudsy fingers. "I'll be glad never to think of this again. Even more so if I never have to do any of that again. Including the entire 'getting stranded' part. I don't think I'd be able to live through another siege like that and not go crazy. I got lucky this time." He did admit that he was scared, but he was determined not to let that get to him.
"I think I'll eat light. I want to get some sleep, after all, and I don't have a stomach of steel like you do," he chuckled, ruffling his boyfriend's hair under the water to rinse all of the soap off. "Perhaps some broth and toasted bread and butter. Perhaps I'll have the energy to cut some salad, too." He wondered if he'd have enough energy to lift his fork to his mouth and eat all of that, or if he'd just forget it all and fall asleep and make America carry him the rest of the way.
It was a nice thought.
"Help me up, now. Let's not stay too long," he requested, holding his hand out to America.
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