{It's alright... I haven't been on in a while anyways}
The man continued to chase Arthur, a knife in hand. "You can't run forever!"
Alfred continued to fight with the stranger, not able to defend himself as well since he was still regaining his strength. The man pulled a knife on him, stabbing the panting nation as he was catching his breath. A shout sounded throughout the house as Alfred staggered back.
Arthur flinched, "I may not be able to but I at least know my house," he commented and panting slightly turned the corner once again trying to make he way to Alfred.
The man took a wrong turn, losing Arthur.
Alfred fell against the wall, then fell to the floor. He put a hand beside where the knife was in his stomach, eyes wide. "A-Arthur..." He gasped, looking around for the other. The man smirked and walked off, yelling to his partner in a foreign language.
Arthur seeing the man walk off ran quietly over to Alfred with a worried look on his face, looking at Alfred for a second he made a small sound saying simply, "Bloody..." before taking off his jacket and placing it onto the wound trying to stop the blood flow somewhat.
Alfred looked up at Arthur and smiled softly. "Hey Arthur..." He tried to sit up, pain shooting through his body. "A-Are you... You hurt?"
Arthur placed him back down, "I hit my arm pretty hard running but im fine, dont worry about me Alfred..." he said softly looking at him with a small grin, "Just relax for a second you dont heal that fast..." he finished with a caring tone to his voice continuing to try to stop him from bleeding out.
"I'm fine though," Alfred insisted, trying to look at Arthur's arm. "Let me see your arm, is it broken? Do you need a hospital?" He looked at the other with complete concern, not caring one bit about himself. Glancing down, the sight of his blood made him a bit dizzy. "Oh man..."
Arthur looked at him, "I told you I am fine, trust me," he said looking at the wound on Alfreds stomach, it was bleeding still but the worse was over, or at least what he thought was the worse of it. Letting his jacket sit on Alfred careful not to hurt him he looked around for a form of cloth, to wrap him in.
"But..." He groaned softly, laying his head down. "Alright Artie... I trust you..." Looking up at the other blonde, he smiled softly. "So how bad is it? You think it'll leave a wicked scar or somethin'?"
Arthur looked at him, "If I dont find a cloth soon yes Alfred it will scar... but I think I found something to help it. Bloodly the things I do for you," he said grabbing a large bandage roll. Unwrapping a fair amount of it he lifted off his now blood covered jacket and lifted the other a small bit off the ground each time he wrapped around his back wripping off the end of the bandage Arthur smiled looking at Alfred and then held out his left arm, "See nothings wrong with it," he said looking at him with a grin.
Blinking a bit, Alfred returned Arthur's smile and nodded. "Yeah... Didn't even hurt!" He tried to sit up quickly, falling back a bit and grunting. America didn't seem to get that he was injured and therefor couldn't do everything as quickly as he usually did.
Arthur looked at him, "Idiot..." he numbled softly before lifted Alfred up slowly with a small smile, "Though you may not like it you are hurt... Try not to go all out again till you are healed at least somewhat anyway," the Brit said looking at the nation next to him with a small wince he hugged the American in front of him abovr the wound and gently but he couldn't help it at all.
America smiled and hugged back softly, enjoying being close to England. "No promises," he grinned, laughing lightly. "I mean what if I gotta be a hero ya know? I can't just sit back and wait!"
Englannd looked at the blue eyes of the American in front of him, "Just wait a bit and think out what could happen if that chance comes..." he said softy and then continued to hug him.
"I don't need to thi-" he stopped himself short as England hugged him again. Wrapping his arm gently around the other in return, he held him softly. "Arthur? You alright buddy?"
England looked up at him, "Just missed you America thats all..." he said softly with a small shine in his eyes as he looking up at the younger nation.
He blinked and stared down at England for a minute before smiling back at him. "Missed ya too pal," he said in a soft tone. "I thought about you every single day." He reached out and ruffled Arthur's hair.
Arthur looked at him his hair falling right back into place, which was easy for his hair to do since it was such a mess in the first place. Looking at America he couldn't help but grin brighter, he was just what he wanted, a sweet hero.
Alfred grinned and leaned back on the wall, putting a hand to his stomach. "So are you really alright now?" Although he was smiling he had a slightly concerned look on his face.
Arthur looked at him, "Minus the arm and perhaps knee I am fine but I think I may have bruised my arm... but my knee just got hit hard, other then that Im fine," he said softly hoping he didnt think it was anything serious.