The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"Let me go or I'll give you a sound thrashing!" Was he getting pale? Like more pale than usual. He didn't fight back for every movement hurt at the moment. He continued spitting threats until he broke off. Darkness was eating at the edges of his vision. Oh there was no way he was going to fall unconscious! But the stab wound was deep and he was losing a large amount of blood... No matter! He could stay awake! He had to!

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred nodded, feeling quite guilty as the young girl ran back to Matthew. Someone this young shouldn't have to deal with violence like this. He took the stick, ramming it straight in the back of Renard's head as he tried to drag him away. "Get back- your not taking him for anything!" The American shouted, remembering how miserable Glacé had looked. He used the hockey stick to shove the other away, glancing toward Matthew and Shyla. Alfred jumped down to the kneeling brit, seeing the pain water in his eyes. "Oh god- Arthur," Alfred saw the deep gash wounds, fear knotting in his stomach. They couldn't let Arthur bleed out here. Pressing on the brit's wound to stop the flowing blood, the nation glanced around, holding the hockey stick at the ready for any other attackers who tried to mess with them. "We have to make sure Arthur's okay!" He saw the other go pale from the lack of blood. "Artie- stay in there!"
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[Zaphod Riker]

Renard immediately drops Arthur, hissing and holding the back of his head, soon fading out of consciousness and growling in his deep sleep. "D*** 1Ps..."

Glacé was still hiding under his blanket, sitting in the hallway and whimpering. He gets up, going to check on the commotion. He gasps when he sees Arthur, taking his blanket and offering it to the Brit.

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"Dont be stupid. I'm fine. Just - uh- might take a tad bit for me to stand." If he wasn't off this bad he would've pushed his friend away. He blinked at Glacé and shook his head as he was offered the blanket, simply being stubborn. He flinched as he felt Alfred apply pressure but he didn't protest. He was just worried about blacking out. It was going to happen sooner or later if this bleeding didn't stop. Having a idea he brushed the hand away and pulled his shirt off. Chest still heaving he tied it tightly around his wound. Just like that he had a make-shift bandage even if he was shirt-less now.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American leaned back, letting the brit stand. He made sure Renard was out, and nodded as Arthur steadied himself. The British nation took a lot of punches, the wounds had affected him too much. "Good thinking Artie, smart! Can you run?" Alfred pushed himself to his feet, seeing Glacé next to them. "I'll take the blanket, thanks again." He used the blanket and wrapped it around the green eyed brit's head for the large cut over his forehead. "There! As good as new!" Though worry still lingered in the loud American's eyes, he threw the hockey stick away. He hoped Arthur would make it out of here without any wounds, but he guessed that was too much to hope for.
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[Zaphod Riker]

"Glacé here help." Glace says, a small smile crossing the boys face. He would be ready to help if needed. "Must stay, but will help friends go."

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"Of course I can. I'm fine." Arthur snapped. However when he turned to walk he stumbled. Though being his stubborn self he forced himself onward, simply using the wall to steady himself. The world was spinning around him but that still didn't stop him.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred made sure Matthew and Shyla were close behind. He blinked as he saw Arthur use the walls to steady himself as he limped along, the dizzying loss of blood probably making the Brit stumble along his way. "Iggy if you need help walking, just tell one of us." He would take action on the matter, but Alfred was positive that if he tried to help the determined brit he would wind up with another slap across the face. The British nation didn't look like he wanted to give up, so the American grinned encouragingly. They were almost there, the exit was in their reach. But then again, Matt had also mentioned his little sister. The American walked faster at that.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

"Dont be stupid. I d-dong need help." Arthur was aware that his voice had cracked. Darkness was starting to eat at his vision. Anger boiled up inside of him. He knew that they wouldn't leave him if he passed out. If he fell unconscious he would wake up in the cell again with the others or wake up in a running Alfred's arms as they dashed for safety. He wished there was a chance they would leave him. He hated seeming so... Weak. He couldn't carry on. He felt his eyes roll back as he sank into unconsciousness. He didn't feel the pain that jerked through his body as he met with the floor as he was already out cold. The lack of blood had gotten to him.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American watched the other closely, frowning with each shuffle of steps. He could see it, Arthur wasn't going to last longer with the amount of blood he had lost. "Okay. Just know we're here." Alfred mumbled to the nation's denying reply. As Britian dropped to the floor, America saw his eyes roll to the back of his head. Alfred looked to Matthew, refusing to just let the green eyed man lay here. The nation picked up his unconscious friend, awkwardly placing his hands to make sure his wobbling head was steady on his arm. It was easy to lift the scrawnier nation. "He passed out from lack of blood. I'll carry him for now, he might wake up soon." The American checked the brit's forehead. Cold. "I hope your alright, Art. We'll make it through." He muttered, carrying on.
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