She winced when his hand hit some of the cuts, and she could see the wrappings were already getting stained red. "Um, well, there was this spider on the wall, and it was a big spider...." She lied for a few seconds, then realized no matter how much crap she spewed, he wouldn't believe it. "I punched a wall because I was made, and broke the wall... And cut my hand up.... And it probably just opened up again..." She frowned. "I might need a few stitches..."

England frowned and unwrapped her hand. "let's get this fixed ok?" He took her to the kitchen and washe her hand. He got a little kit and then jabbed her arm with a needle. "This will numb your arm." He explained and started stitching up the deep cuts. "Why were you angry?" he asked.

She winced in pain as he washed the blood from her hand and jumped when he pulled the needle out and jabbed her. "I was mad at myself..." She hung her head like a little kid. "I really need to learn self control..." She sighed. "Both vocally and physically... I kinda kept punching things after this..."

He just shook his head. "You must be careful you know." He said. He sighed. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Careful isn't something I am" She laughed slightly. "I'm too violent for that." She looked down at her hand as England stitched the cuts up. "You didn't have to do this. I've had worse... 'course... nothing about me is even in the history books or anything." She shrugged, making herself feel insignificant again,

Britain shook his head. "I have to do this because I care about you." He smiled at her, then frowned again. "Why don't you think you're important?" He sighed. "I guess all girls have low self esteem. Well, I like you and I think you're very important."

"Arthur, think. No one outside of Russia and Prussia knew about me until yesterday. Nothing about my history while I was a principality, nothing. And you can't try to lie and say you knew, because I know you didn't..." She sighed. "I knew about everyone from the history books I got, and no where, not even when they talked about territories of Russia was I mentioned..."

He sighed again. "It doesn't matter of you're well known. It's just about how great of a person you are." he wasn't sure of he was helping, so he just shut up and kissed her.

Vixan's eyes widened as England kissed her. She hadn't really been expecting that in the slightest. "Arthur..." She looked at him and smiled.

"See. Things can be good for you." He held her hand. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

"You don't have to take care of me..." She said, looking at their hands. "I did have my own rough days... Famine, oppression, all that stuff." Vinozia looked up. "But, I'm glad."

"But what if I want to protect you?" He asked, smiling guinuinly at her. It was starting to get really late. "You're not going to feel well tomorrow morning if you don't get sleep." he knew they had the conference rather early, and he didn't want her to be tired.

"Right..." She sighed and then stood from her seat. "I'd better get home then..." She smiled "I'll see you at the meeting right?"

He nodded. "Yeah. And we can go out for lunch tomorrow after if you want too." He was smiling at her. He wondered just how much she like him.

"I'd like that." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow..." She walked out of his house and headed back toward her own house. She didn't pay much attention to her surroundings and wound up on a very dark street.

"Hey... There's someone now." A voice in the dark whispered before grabbed Vixan's wrists.

"H-hey!!" She struggled against the man's grip, not thinking about her stitches. "Lemme go!!" The man simply tightened his grip.

"Give me your money." The man holding her shoved her to the ground and pulled a gun out to aim it at her. Vixan scrambled and emptied her pockets quickly. The men picked up the money, kicked her in the side and began to run when she got up and chased after him. She snagged him by the back of his collar and threw him to the ground before kicking him in the face. "You're going to regret that!" He yanked her to the ground and hit her in the face with the butt of his gun, breaking the skin on her cheek before running off once more.

"B-bastard..." Vixan staggered to stand, and made her way home to patch herself up, not bothering to text England.

England was already missing Vixan and he was tempted to call her. He just didn't want to bug her. He was sure she would think he was to stalking if he just kept bothering her. He got dressed for bed and slipped under the sheets. He texted her and then went to bed. He just told her good night on the text and hoped that wouldnt annoy her.

Vixan carefully inspected the bruises and cuts now marring her skin. They were mostly easy to cover if she just wore a long-sleeve and jeans, but the one on her cheek? "Dammit." She simply showered and went to bed. When she woke in the morning at her alarm, she pulled on a blue longsleeve shirt with black jeans and looked at her face in the mirror. The cut had scabbed over and had bruised slightly. She took a tub of foundation, and after a few moments, she managed to have it completely covered and nonexistent... At least to anyone who looked at her. Vixan decided to not tell England, but texted him a quick good morning before she left the house for the conference center.

England started getting ready and then went to his conference. He hoped to see Vixan soon. He was glad to see she'd texted him. He was happy about that really. She was his favorite country ever.

Vixan walked into the conference center, tugging her sleeve down over the half stitched, half wrapped hand and looked around worriedly. Russia and Prussia weren't there yet, so she might just be able to get into the meeting without them noticing her.

England ran to Vixan when he saw her. "Hey!" He said, smiling at her. "How did you sleep?" He noticed she was wearing a lot of makeup and he stated funny. "umm..." he wasn't sure what to say. She looked pretty the way she was. All the makeup made her look fake.

Vixan could tell he knew something was off. "I slept fine..." She tugged her sleeve down a bit more. "Oh, look there's Russia..." She moved around England quickly and went over to him, trying to not let Arthurt get too good a look at her face.

Arthur was kind of confused. "Russia...?" He watched her run off and sighed. He didn't want to follow her over to Russia. He just stuck to himself for now.

She talked with Russia for a few moments before she returned to England. "Arthur..." She didn't wait for him to even reply before taking him into a room without anyone else and raking her sleeve down the side of her face, the make-up smearing just slightly to show that there was a laceration.

Englad looked at the placeaa on here and he got extremly angry. He knew it must show all over his face. "Who did this?!" He demanded, determined to kick all kinds f major ass and torture the souls of the bastards that did this.

"I don't know..." She hung her head, mad at herself. "It was really dark, and some guy came up and mugged me..." She looked up though. "You don't need to try to get yourself into trouble though... It's not worth it..." Vinozia didn't even want to think about how mad she would get if England were to get hurt. She looked up at him with a slight frown. "I'm goi-"

"Hey Vixan!" Vixan tensed as Prussia walked over to her and England. He did not sound like he was very happy. "What's this I hear from the Commie about you being hurt?" He looked at her face before noticing the long sleeves.