Vinozia turned and buried her face in England's chest instead of her knees and cried softly. "I'm sorry, Arthur..." she choked out, but she was already pissed at herself.

England held her close and let her cry. He shushed her. "Everything will be fine." He promised. He held her so close. "I'm not leaving you alone again. You should stay with me." He didn't care of she found him clingy. He was taking care of her until she got strong again. He just had to hope that he didn't hold on to long. He was so scared he'd make the same mistake he'd made with America.

"Brother Russia would kill me... He said there was some sort of grudge between you two.." she pulled away and wiped at her eyes with her left hand. "I'm going to get back to how I was... I don't care for this... This weak me..." She sighed heavily. "I could have easily just gotten rid that jerk from last night..." She sighed again. "Maybe I should have just stayed a Principality. I was stronger then..."

"No offense, but I don't care about Russia. If he's not going to help you get stronger than I will." He just looked at her. "Besides...I thought you liked me? Of you're worried about what your brother thinks, then we can't be together can we?" He was trying to be convincing enough. "You will be a great country. It just takes some time to get stronger ok?"

"You know... I love my brother Russia..... and he loves me, so he'll want me to be happy, no matter what. Even if he doesn't approve, I like you, and I want to be happy." She smiled. "And, I'd love for you to help me get stronger." She kissed his cheek softly. "Once I'm not a stitched up, bruised mess."

"I agree. You're simply not in any shape to be training yourself now." He cupped her cheek in his hand. "You just rest for now. You're safe here."

"I'm safe because I'm with you..." She smiled. "And I like that feeling...." Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly. "Buuuuut not quite that feeling..."

England felt a sense of dread. She was hungry and he was a god awful cook. "Eh..I'll get you something." he went to the kitchen and started making a can of chicken noodle soup. (because how can you ruin that? Seriously.)

Vixan moved to sit at the edge of the bed and look at the stitches on her hand. They were close together, and were very precise. She really could've used these ages ago, but what did that matter now?

England brought the soup in for Vixan. "Here you are. Hopefully this will be suitable. I really need to hire a personal chef." He sighed and shook his head wearily. "I'm a bad cook."

"Those cookies were really good though.." She shrugged and took the soup. "Yanno, I could cook for you if you wanted to... I know that's kind of a stereotype for women but still..."

England cocked his eyebrow. "You really liked the cookies? I guess not everyone hates my cooking." He glared a her when she mentioned cooking. "No, you're staying in bed until you get better." He said, planning on making her if she tried to resist.

Vixan pouted. "Okay, but I do plan on cooking you a nice, Vinozian meal once you give me the okay to cook." She smiled, already plotting the perfect meal. "Hey, Arthur... What was it like being a pirate?" Her eyes shined very slightly. "The history books didn't give any emotion behind it, I wanna hear it with emotion."

England starting laughing. "My pirate stories may be kind of cheesy, so beware" He started. "Well, it was dagerous and exciting. Sailing the open seas and capturing booty...the gold kind..not the rear end kind." He paused, considering what he'd just said. Oops. "the water could be rough, but we were rougher, killing all who opposed us and being dn sexy while we did it." He laughed. "was that good?" He hoped she'd liked his story. he'd been trying to amuse her.

She giggled softly, imagining the British Gentleman as a rough pirate. Though it was hard, she was rather fond of the idea of that. "That was good... Wish I could've seen you as a pirate..." She knew for a fact that her dreams tonight would probably fall in line with one of those cheesy women's romance novels with that Fabio guy on the cover.

He was glad she seemed happy with that. "Maybe one day I'll dress up in my pirate gear so you can see." He grinned. "But only of you're nice and don't cause trouble."

Vinozia smiled happily "That's incentive enough to behave... Hey! If you tell me how you stumbled upon America, I'll tell you a story from my younger... er, earlier days..." She blushed, realizing that, as compared to how long England had been a country, she was no more than a child.

England tried not to let his sadness on the topic show. "Alright. I suppose I'll tell you. You see, a child had been found and he was an orphan. When I saw the boy, I competed with France to have him as a little brother. He choose me over France, and I started to raise him, trying to get him to be a respectable, decent gentleman. He ended up rebelling against me...I think you know the rest."

She could hear the sadness in England's voice. "I'm sorry..." She hugged the Britain. "Let me tell you about when I became a Principality..." She looked at him for a moment before starting her story. "In the middle of a fight between Russia and Prussia, they stumbled upon me and they both wanted to have me as their own territory... But, the two couldn't defend themselves against me. So I told them they could just be my brothers... They took care of me at first, told me stories about their pasts... but then vanished one day to tend to their countries, so I started to develop on my own... I was attacked a few times by Micronations that thought they could beat me, but they wound up dying, and I gained their land, and was able to expand my reaches..." She blushed, realizing her story was probably extremely boring.

England looked pissed by the end of her story. "And you still call them your brothers?" He groaned. "Wow. Those selfish bastards." He rubbed her hair. "At least you were enough of a badass to keep on going. I'm glad you didn't get destroyed." He was pretty sure that most countries, includin himself, would've had a tough time becoming great or even surviving without help from a supporting nation. They all had protection while they'd been growing and getting stronger. That earned his respect for her.

"They did help me get started as a Principality.. They just had some issues in their own countries..." She shrugged. "I was determined to stay alive to make them proud... and they were soo proud." She smiled happily. "They both even gave me a present..." She slipped a hand in her pocket and pulled out a pocket knife with a Prussian eagle on it, and lighter from with a line of Russian on it.

England nodded and then stood, going I a closer and taking out a small gun with a British flag up the side. He handed it to her and then spoke. "And now I've given a present to you as well. I want to see you grow as a country and get nice and strong.

Vixan looked at the gun closely, the Union Jack embellished on the side. "You don't have to do this Arthur.." She smiled though, happy she had something from him now as well.

He was smiling also. "I wanted to though. I'm glad you like it." he was glad that he'd given her something to help her protect herself.

"I might just have to start carrying it around..."" She said, setting it by her knife and lighter. "Bit more helpful that a knife that I didn't have yesterday..."