why he needed a change in bandage. What happen to the little guy??
got Russia angry while he was rampaging a couple days ago.
blinks and closes his eyes, stopping himself from punching a wall. Another attack? From Russia? "Let me help you out, Latvia..."
blinks at America, nodding. This wasn't looking good... "Th-Thanks." It was definitely difficult to change the bandages for lacerations on
gasps in horror at the sight of the wounds on the Latvian. The anger in him just continues to boil up. On the little dude!? Come on Russia!_
He hisses out his frustration and tries to calm himself again. He looks at the wound again. "Stay still, okay little guy?"
sighs and stops trying to get the bandages around his torso on his own. "P-P-Please d-don't b-be mad. He w-wasn't in his r-right m-m-mind."
takes the bandage from him as he gently wraps the wounds for him. He still continues to stare at the other wounds at the Latvian's back,_
noticing how a few seemed like it just healed. "...Oh? He wasn't in his right mind? He wasn't in his fucking right mind?! If the man doesn't
stop doing this fucking crazy shit ass of a violence on you guys... you might not be living anymore and no longer be nations."
flinches away from America's sudden ferocity. "I'm s-s-s-sorry." He stutters out. He doesn't know what else to say at the time.
breathes in and out, calming himself. "S-sorry, Latvia... my bad.. I shouldn't have snapped at you. Calm down, okay?" A look of concern_
and guilt shows on his face as he tries to calm him out of his shakiness.
makes and effort to still his ever-present trembling. The best he can do is slow it enough to at least not be quite a worrying. "I-It's_
o-okay." He replies, now feeling back for flinching away like that. "B-B-But I am s-stronger than I l-look. P-Please r-remember that I_
l-l-lived with h-him f-for over f-fifty y-years."
chuckles a bit wearily at that as he continues to tend the wound. "Yeah... I know that... and I know you're strong.. everyone is strong..._
You? The Baltics? Poland? Yeah... I just... I just don't want my friends to feel oppressed and be beaten up like this. Say that it might be_
because of my Hero complex or what not... I just don't approve of this. What Russia is doing to you guys." He sighs. "This is just wrong..."
about this for a moment before nodding in agreement. "H-He hasn't s-snapped l-like this in q-quite a while. I d-do hope he g-gets through it
b-before anyone e-else g-g-gets hurt."
finishes fixing his bandage up and super gently pats him on the back. "There... You're good to go, Latvia." He takes in the information he_
just heard and thinks about it. ".. You're right. He's been really good for quite a while now too. What made him go psychopath on you guys?"
half-shrugs in response to America's question, turning to face him and give him a little more information. "I j-just s-saw him on the
s-street. He g-gets a l-look on his f-f-face when h-he's c-cracking, s-so I t-tried to g-get away b-b-before he noticed m-me. He d-d-didn't
l-like the f-fact that I r-ran away."
listens closely to the little guy. "Ah.. so you noticed? Well I think I know what look you're talking about, Latvia... during our war with
each other, he always did have this look when he sees me. It's like he just wants to rip my head off my body and kill me...
So.. he's back to that phrase?"
remembers that war. It was not a happy time for his country. "Y-Yeah. I th-think s-so." He said, nodding hesitantly.
breathes in and sighs it all out. "... I see...." Again, he runs his fingers through his hair as he thinks about this all.
starts gathering the first aid supplies he had spread out earlier to make things easier for him to locate, putting them back in their box.
watches him clean up. "... Say, Latvia... why did you say I shouldn't get mad?"
picks the box up while thinking of an appropriate reply. "It w-would m-m-make things w-worse. J-Just t-t-trust me on th-that."
(*predicts a coming conflict with america*)
(Didn't America already make a plurk for that?)
(did he? *goes to check*)
( Yeah XD Yesterday~ but you didn't respond to it~ it's fine =w= )
about this and nods. He does have a point. "Okay, I'll try not to, Latvia... you need help there, little guy?"
shakes his head while putting the box away in a nearby closet. "Th-Thank you f-for o-offering, though."
nods. "Well you should rest, okay?" He stares up at the ceiling. Now how the hell is he gonna do this....
(oh mai...poor Russia. xD)
( XD If the two didn't give him information, he might just really beat you up like shit, Russia XD )
sighs and rubs his neck. "P-P-Probably. You w-won't b-be t-t-too harsh with h-him, w-will you?"
(Latvia...i owe you a favor)
( But he'll still make things hard for you, Russia.. so don't worry =u= )
(*clings to Latvia* Da...telling Amerika that stuff saved me a lil bit)
(Oh okay. You're welcome <: )
looks back at the kid and smiles a bit. "Don't worry.. I'll be the hero here... I'llseek justice and get the guy back to normal.. somehow.."
America a small smile in return. "I.. Uh.. Th-Thank y-you." He says, giving America a short, tentative hug.
blinks and chuckles, hugging the other back gently, not wanting to hurt him, especially the wound on his back. "No biggie..."
steps back, blushing from embarassment. Well that was awkward. "Oh.. Umm... If h-he p-pulls out a w-whip, I would r-r-recommend r-running."
laughs a bit at that. "I ain't running away from the big guy. That's not how hero take action."
sighs, running a hand through his hair. "H-How do y-you th-think I g-got all those c-c-cuts on m-my b-back?"
chuckles a bit faintly. "Don't worry, little guy. I'm WAY stronger than you think... so don't worry about the hero."
suddenly finds his shoes to be very interesting to look at. Hopefully he didn't just screw Russia over.
(*was already screwed over*)
(*petpetpetpetpetpetpetpet*)
(*is petpetpetpetpetpetpetpet*)
(Do you want to be pet as well America?)
(*petpetpetpetpetpetpets America*)
(*is a happy Kitty!America now* =u=)