I never get to use these icons this excites me ok

[fourseasons]

[So. Let's put this on the new continent of Zodion since why the hell not, and Japan was out and got in some crazy fight somehow. He won... for now?! Meaning he's at least alive but he's bleeding from his head and it's all over and basically I suck at explanations but look at the cool icon I got to use ok. LMAO I'M SORRY I'M SO HIDEOUS

But so he'll be wiping at his face with a gloved hand as he steps through the door of their hut house thing, the only time he doesn't bother to remove his shoes as he looks around.]

Hong Kong...

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[genkigal]

[He opens his mouth to respond, but all that happens is a stuttered dragging in of breath. He wishes Japan would stop plying him. He doesn't want to be babied. He just wants... someone who would know what they're doing...

He wants to be Japan's equal, but he also wants to depend on Japan here and yet even more he wishes England were present. He feels like he doesn't know how to handle this at all...]

Stop...

[He just. He just wants to be quiet... As he continues to clean Japan's wounds and stitch them up.]

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...Sorry.

[He's beginning to think maybe he shouldn't have come here. But where could he have gone? Worried Hong Kong and tried to find some other way just to avoid scaring him... That's not right. He just feels like a failure for getting this beat up. Mm...

But he should be quiet... He feels pretty tired still. He just has to stay awake. And quiet. Ignore the pain. And so he closes his eyes and drops his hands back to his knees, letting Hong Kong continue for as long as he needs.]

[genkigal]

[There's a pang of guilt, but Hong Kong can't listen to it right now. Rather he takes another calming breath and focuses on Japan's wounds. His hands get a little shaky as he goes on, but he keeps at it, albeit slowly. He keeps thinking there has to be someone to call for this sort of thing, someone who would do something. But he can't think of a name... Who would help? Is anyone around here even part of the medical profession...

When he finishes he gently wipes away any blood that needs it and grabs some scissors, cutting up the curtain into strips for crude bandages. These heh sews closed or ties as needed. When he's done it's not exactly beautiful, but it's something... ... ... Kneeling on the floor next to Japan he sort of stares blankly trying to continue taking deep breaths. He feels so sick...]

All done.

[His voice breaks in the middle, but he doesn't notice.]

[fourseasons]

[Immediately Japan shifts to wrap his arms around Hong Kong in a hug. Nothing tight, not even as tight as usual, but it's there certainly. He's there. Ah... but if only he could say more. There's a slow, tired sort of breath as he pauses.]

Thank you... ...Hong Kong truly helped me just then.

[genkigal]

[Hong Kong takes that in for the moment, but in the end even he's not childish enough to forget responsibility and fall into such false comfort. Standing, he tries to help Japan as well.]

Let's put you in bed. You... you know?

[And Japan can sleep and things like that.]

[fourseasons]

[He doesn't let go just yet, gripping a little more even though it brings out a very quiet noise as he presses against a wound or two a little too much. But whatever.]

Will... ah, could Hong Kong stay with me? [It sounds so dumb. But he doesn't want to sleep. He killed that thing but he doesn't know if there's going to be more or. What. He wants to hold him to make sure he's there...]

I realize I have been asking a lot. [Turning his head just slightly, he kisses Hong Kong's cheek softly.]

[genkigal]

[He really wants to say don't depend on him so much. Depend on him to be the mature person here. The experienced one... But he's the one who told Japan to depend on him. Instead he brings his hand up and strokes Japan's hair with his bloody fingers. ... ... ...]

Let's take a nap together mei mei. And I'll like make you some miso afterwards.

[Sounds nice, right?]