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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 18, 2011 13:51:25 GMT
Chuckling when he heard America's back click, England looked at him. "You're getting old, my lad." He said, amused. "You can have my cane when I die, you'll probably need it by then." He stretched a little himself and shifted carefully to sit on the edge of the bed. His legs always hurt most in the morning, for some reason, and this morning they were particularly bad.
Glancing at America when he sat next to him again, he made a noise of complaint and swatted his hand when he ruffled his hair. "Don't do that. If you hadn't been so much of a brat I would have been more inclined to let you stay." He said, though he didn't sound too irritated. "Besides, we slept together plenty of times during the wars." Mainly because America was a better option than any of the others, so if they were stuck together England had always tried to sleep on the far side with America next to him.
"Ah, while you're up, love, could you pass me my cane?" England asked, a little embarrassed at having to ask it of America, but he needed it to stand up. If he hadn't been so proud he might have asked America to help him up instead, but England could manage it if he passed the cane. Had he been alone he probably would have taken some of the painkillers in his drawer and curled up as best he could until he felt more able to face the day.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 18, 2011 20:18:19 GMT
That made Americas tongue stick out at England pretty quickly, and he huffed playfully. "Are not! My backs just all tensed up weird." He nodded, giving another offended pout towards the older man.
Snickering at him softly though, America did nod in agreement. "True, but wars aren't fun." He pointed out as he stood again, just pausing to flex his fingers a bit too. They felt slightly asleep. The request he nodded to, faintly flushing at the 'love' part, though when he turned around it was already gone...However, America wasn't completely stupid, and he smiled at him.
"Sure you don't wanna just lay down for a bit then while I'm showering instead? That way we can cook together." Well at least he was ATTEMPTING to help England save some face, but the concern was still there for his friend. Still, a hand held out for his, intending on being a 'gentleman' and helping the other nation up still.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 19, 2011 6:06:29 GMT
Chuckling at America's defensive comment, England was a bit worried at the confession none the less. "Have you tried getting a massage?" He suggested, looking at him. Was America working himself too hard? It wouldn't be unlike him, though England new that America tried to pretend that he was more carefree than he was. "A bath might help too." He suggested.
"Hmm? No, it's fine. Don't worry, I won't burn anything." England said, with a roll of his eyes. He didn't make it clear whether he noticed America's attempt to help him save face or if he really thought America was just worried for the state of his breakfast, but he took America's hand. England made a soft grunt as he used the other blonde to help himself onto his feet, and a brief glimpse of pain shot across his features, but otherwise he seemed fine. He held onto America for a moment longer than necessary, giving himself a chance to get used to it, before reaching out for his cane and stepping away. "Thanks."
England gave America a light push towards the bathroom. "Go and get yourself cleaned up. Everything's where it normally is, help yourself." He told him. "There's clean towels in the cupboard, and please at least try and stand on the mat this time so the bathroom isn't soaked again." Last time he'd told Alfred off for that, but he was being brusque to move on from any remarks that America might make about him needing help to stand.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 19, 2011 8:57:58 GMT
"Not really, I usually just try and sleep it off.." He smiled a bit sheepishly but then hummed, nodding. He didn't really ever have time for a bath anymore, but the idea sounded nice. Maybe he'd try and get an indoor hot tub and he could try and work and soak at the same time...
A brow arched, but he said nothing about the thought that he was trying to save his breakfast, just easily helping Arthur up, and he frowned softly at the pain. He didn't mind the holding though, and he gave him his cane as Arthur took his time, nodding and then chuckling before he was pushed. "Alright, alright...Don't push yourself too hard, darlin'." He called over his shoulder, teasing him softly but obviously meaning it.
He didnt take long, and he actually didnt use any of the hot water. He needed the ice cold waters to help calm down...Once he was finished, he TRIED to remain on the mat while he dried off mostly, then got dressed before heading on down, forgetting Texas in his preparation of eating whatever it was that Arthur cooked.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 19, 2011 18:28:24 GMT
"Oh, bugger off, git." England complained, but he smiled at America's back as he left. Leaning heavily on his cane he limped down the stairs, for once pleased that he wasn't still living in his old house were he'd have had to manage two sets of stairs rather than one. He had more of his painkillers in the cupboard in the kitchen, so he took two of them, washing them down with a glass of water, and then leant against the counter for a moment, gathering himself.
First of all he set the kettle off, preparing tea for himself and coffee for America. When that was done, he set about frying bacon and sausages for them, putting a couple of eggs on the counter to do when the meat was done. Cooking was a little tricky these days, as standing up always hurt and he needed one hand on his cane, but the pills slowly started to kick in, making it a little easier, and after turning the bacon and sausages over he went to get plates, putting them on the side where he could easily reach them.
England glanced up when America came down the stairs, and frowned lightly, taking him in and trying to work out what was wrong. "You left your glasses upstairs." He realised, finally. It had been a long time since he'd really seen him without them. It made him look younger, and England quickly turned his attention back to the stove. "Do you feel better now?" He asked, as he limped to put bread in the toaster for them, and then returned, concentration causing his brow to furrow as he tried not to burn their breakfast.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 19, 2011 19:45:08 GMT
A small laugh was given as he left, but other than that he left England to his own devices. Blinking at the other noticing that first off, he cocked his head and shrugged. "Ah well, I'll get em after breakfast. Need a break from them anyway." He didn't see what the big deal was, he wasn't blind without them.
"Yeah, a lot better. Always feels nice to shower." He pointed out with a smile, which they both knew when they would have to go days without it in certain situations. Watching the older nation, America faintly leaned on the chair of the table before finally speaking up. "Anything I can do?" The other looked like he was handling it alright, but America also knew about how he'd act, even if he was in pain.
Well at least nothing SMELLED burnt but, he knew that England had an uncanny ability to defy the physics of cooking. Not that he minded today. Getting a glass down, the younger man filled it with some water before sipping on it, watching England relaxedly.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 21, 2011 18:18:33 GMT
England was a little surprised when America didn't go and get them straight away, but he nodded. He'd put up with it. It wasn't like he hadn't just had him cuddling up against him without them, and besides, he'd forgiven him. Mostly, anyway.
"When the toast's done you can take it out and butter it?" He said, offering Alfred a smile. "There's ketchup or HP sauce in the cupboard if you want to put them on the table too." He knew that it was better to give America something to do rather than leaving him to get annoyed. He was trying to keep his attention on the food, though, still doing his best not to burn anything.
When he flipped the meat onto the plate it was a little crunchy, but he'd done worse. Feeling pretty proud of himself, he started on the egg, breaking one as he cracked it and frowning. Well, he'd just have that one. "I don't know what you want to do today. We can get the paperwork over and done with and then watch some more of that program, if you want." He didn't know if America would want to finish watching it with him now, but maybe finishing it with him was better than finishing it alone or leaving it without finding out what happened in the rest of the series.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 26, 2011 22:55:17 GMT
"Mhm!" America moved over, and he watched the toaster intently. He knew that toast never popped up when he was watching it, but...Well, it was something to do. The meat at least smelled edible (Well, as much as Englands cooking could be), and the eggs..Well he'd see about those.
He glanced over at the older nation, smiling at him. "That sounds like a plan. Can we pick up some popcorn to eat too?" he requested, not wanting to push the other with the food he consumed here, but...Well, he enjoyed having the stuff when watching films. And of course as he was looking away, the toast popped up. Snagging it, he put it on a plate and began buttering. "On it!"
As he passed by, he grabbed the two things from the cupboard, and headed on over to the table, setting them down on the surface. Returning to England, he watched for a moment, then sneakily reached for the meat and broke a piece off, popping it in his mouth with a small noise...As far as Englands cooking went, not bad. Not bad at all.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 30, 2011 11:27:21 GMT
Blinking at the request for popcorn, England frowned, thinking. "I might have some kernels somewhere from last time you wanted some." He said, slowly, before moving away from the pan to look through the cupboards. Sure enough, after checking two, he found a half empty bag of them and put it down on the counter with a triumphant noise. Popcorn was hard to come by; it was one of those luxuries that most people didn't bother with so wasn't often available.
Suddenly, England realised he'd left the eggs, and jumped back over to the stove. They were... a bit burnt, but still looked edible. With a bit of a guilty glance at America, he eased them out and onto their plates, then turned the stove off. He carefully picked up the plates, his cane looped over his arm, and managed to limp the short distance to the table without it. He put them down with a pleased noise, impressed that he'd been able to do that.
"Can you bring the drinks over please?" England asked as he sat down at the table, needing it after walking that distance. Well... He hadn't done too badly. The eggs were... a bit burnt, but the meat looked good! He'd certainly done a lot worse plenty of times.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 7, 2011 23:32:08 GMT
Immediately America perked to hear that, and he smiled, letting him search the cupboard himself. He almost forgot about the eggs himself, but..Well England still hadn't learned he shouldn't leave things cooking on the pan. The younger man figured it'd be a helpful lesson. "Sweet!" Happily he poked on the bag with a smile, then leaned in and sniffed it faintly with a relaxed noise.
To be honest, he'd smelled the burning already, and he was prepared for it. It was Englands cooking, it just usually ended up that way. "Yeah!" Fetching the beverages, he moved over and sat them down on the table before taking his own seat, and taking a bite of the burnt egg immediately. It was crunchy, but funnily enough he'd missed this kind of breakfast. "So anyway...Uh, how many more episodes of that show are there again? And does it get scarier than that?" Well it was a bit of a concern, especially if England had a problem with sharing a bed with him.
Not that he minded, he enjoyed being near England, and really enjoyed sleeping with him, in all it's comfort and slight awkwardness. "Oh, and is there a certain time we need to get your papers in by?" That was supposedly an important thing to think about, apparently. America never got why England was so punctual about those things.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 17, 2011 8:22:08 GMT
England watched America for a moment, and when he was satisfied that America seemed happy, he started on his own breakfast. Now that he was seated again, his legs were complaining about him having stood up to cook, and it was distracting, but he was used to making himself eat when his body was like this. The only time he allowed himself to miss a meal was when he really was in too much pain to get out of bed, or he knew he'd stop eating altogether.
"There's five more." England told him, eyeing America. "And I didn't think they were scary at all." He sighed. "The last two you'll probably find bad, though they're very fast paced too." He frowned, trying to remember exactly what happened and if there was anything else. "Next episode is fine at least." He said, eventually. Oh well. He'd just have to get used to having America in his bed again. America had seemed to want to sleep with him anyway.
"As long as they're in before my boss leaves." England said with a nod, glad America had remembered them. He was punctual with things because that was what was expected of him. "They shouldn't take me too long to get in order. We can drive down, then take the car down to the sea front and go for a walk?" He suggested with a smile, putting his fork down to take a sip from his tea.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 18, 2011 16:06:45 GMT
To be honest, America was just glad that the other nation was eating. He knew of his habits with food after all, and he didn't want that to happen again, especially with his country in this state. However, he nodded slowly in thought at the episodes...Well, hopefully England didn't mind him clinging to him in a death grip either. Then again, hey both knew it was coming.
"Well that gives us quite a bit of time, yeah?" Blinking, he smiled at England before perking at what was said next, like an excitable puppy who had been told they were going for a drive. "That sounds awesome! I can't remember the last time I've been to one of your beaches to be honest. "Mostly because they sucked, but with the water taking over so much land it was probably softer and less rocks...Maybe.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 19, 2011 11:22:41 GMT
Blinking at that, England shook his head. "There's not much in the way of beaches." He admitted. "The sea's never still for long enough for a beach to form." There were some, but none close enough for England to be comfortable getting there in a day. Maybe it was different for other Nations who were made of softer rock and had more sandy beaches to start with, but England had spent so long locked away in his own country that he wasn't sure.
Forcing himself to finish what was left of his breakfast, England washed it down with his tea, then sat back with a small noise. "If you're still hungry you can put some toast on." He offered America, knowing what his appetite was like. England was full, but that wouldn't stop him from letting America have more if he needed it. He wasn't yet so poor that he couldn't feed America properly.
Stretching out a little, England made a small noise. "If you want, once we've cleared up and I've showered, we can put the next episode and I'll do my work with you while you watch." He offered. No doubt America would want to try and finish the series together so America had someone to cling to when he got scared.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 20, 2011 20:28:22 GMT
America of course just shrugged, not bothered by that. A beach was a beach as long as it was close to water to him! Smiling, he finished his coffee and, considering that, nodded and stood to get a couple slices of bread. "D'you want some too or are you full?" He asked, glancing over at him from sticking them in the toaster.
The idea seemed smart to him though, and he smiled at England, leaning against the counter while he waited for his bread to turn into toast. "That sounds like a good plan--I'll try not to restrict you from doing what you have to do. Try, being the key word." Chuckling, he gave the other a familiar smile, and then stretched his arms out. "It shouldn't be as bad if it's day time though, I think..." He had never actually tried watching, or reading, about ghost stories during the day time.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 20, 2011 23:55:30 GMT
Waving his hand, England shook his head. "I'm full, thank you." He pushed his plate away for now and sat back in his chair, relaxing for a little while, letting his legs recover before he had to deal with showering. It was nice to have the chance to digest too. They had plenty of time to relax, after all.
Chuckling at the comment, England nodded. "I'll just smack you if you're getting in my way." He told him, playfully. "Have you tried watching this sort of thing in daylight before?" He asked, wondering if it would affect America in the same way. Either way, England didn't really mind. He could come with America being clingy as long as he didn't get in his way and didn't do it in public.
Finally, England stretched and then slowly pushed himself up. "All right, I'm going to shower. I'll be a little while." Without his old flexibility, showering always took longer. He was still refusing to get a shower with a seat in it. That was one step too far for a Nation that had fought for ten years not to use a cane even though he clearly needed it. "Try not to burn down my house, please." He said, flashing America a smile, and then limping back upstairs for his shower.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 22, 2011 1:08:54 GMT
Nodding, he just continued waiting, and once his toast popped up it was buttered and he retook his spot, nibbling on it. "Um...I haven't, actually, ever. Was just thinking about that actually." He chuckled, smiling at the older nation brightly.However, when England stood, he nodded in response before arching a brow. "I'm not you."
America grinned then, waving his hand faintly before he hummed. "Take all the time you need, I'll clean up from breakfast." he called, but shifted to watch England as he moved, frowning now that he couldn't see it. He was worried about the other man, and he of course didnt want to offend him, but..Sighing, he finished off his toast and then got up, taking care of their dishes easily and walking around, picking up a bit after England.
Once everything looked considerably cleaner, America then went and flopped on the couch, stretching out and waiting while he yawned. He didnt even bother checking to see if there was anything good on tv, but he then moved onto histomache, eyes closing while he hummed some random song, his legs faintly kicking as he nosed into the couches arm. It smelled of Arthur, and that he was able to relax fully finally just really was a bit of a vacation in itself.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 25, 2011 15:02:32 GMT
Surprised by the offer to clean up, England looked at America, and then nodded. "Thank you. If you don't know where things go, just leave them out and I'll do them later." He managed the stairs without stumbling, but when he reached the bathroom and locked it behind him he sank down onto the edge of the bath with a small noise. There were stronger painkillers than regular paracetamol, which he'd hidden from America in the cupboard under the sink. He took a couple of them dry, then turned the shower on.
By the time he managed to strip and get into the water it was warm, and he could stand again. Just about. He took almost half an hour in the shower, but fortunately by then, the drugs had kicked in, and getting dressed wasn't too bad. When he came back downstairs he was hardly using his cane at all. "Are you going back to sleep?" He remarked, but he smiled a little at America. "You could have turned the TV on."
"I'll go and get my paperwork. The videos are still in the player, so if you want to put the TV on and start it up I'll be back in a minute." He offered. "If you could pull the coffee table closer, I'd appreciate it. Do you want a drink while I'm up too?" He offered, thinking of making himself another cup of tea anyway.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 25, 2011 21:01:40 GMT
Really America just didn't want England standing more than he had to. He might be denying that his legs were in pain but America could see it. Yawning as he returned, he glanced up at him with all the sleepyness of a lazy cat before he stretched out and sat up. "Didn't wanna." He mumbled before he used the back of the couch to pop his back with a loud happy sigh.
"Uh, just some juice please." He decided, tugging the table closer to the couch before he settled back and, to make up for being so nice, rest his foot on the surface. Well, it was comfortable, what else was he supposed to do! Snickering, he settled down and then stretched his arms out as well, letting his elbows pop before he finally turned the tv on and got the next episode up, waiting for Englands return to start it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 26, 2011 19:33:02 GMT
England nodded at the request and limped off. After a little while, he returned slower, trying to hold the juice so it wouldn't spill as he walked, some papers tucked under his arms. He made an irritated noise when he saw America's foot on the table, and whacked him with his cane. "Off!" He didn't care that America's feet were clean, that just wasn't dignified or polite. He put America's juice down and glared at him warningly, before limping off to fetch his tea.
A little while later he managed to return with a mug of tea, which he set down, then sat down in the sofa next to America. "Go ahead and start it." He told him, as he leant over to start on his paperwork. It was a bit of an awkward position, such a low table, but England had dealt with worse. He started to scribble, his pen scratching lightly as he worked.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jul 29, 2011 2:25:48 GMT
Whining at the blow, America pouted up at him with big eyes, sniffing a bit as he moved his foot. It was rather dramatic of course, though. Still, he accepted hte juice and took a sip of it while he waited for England to come back, and nodded, starting the show. Frowning, he eyed the position that the older nation was in, then cocked his head.
"Why don't you get a book or something to keep on your lap so you can sit back better?" America pointed out, smiling at England a bit. He'd feel bad if the other got a bad back after all, it was another thing that would add to the list of his aches and pains! And that was hardly a good thing at all.
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