England crossed his arms. "Yes it is worth it!" He was shaking in fury. "I could kill someone right now." He felt both angry and devastated. "I've already failed. I promised I'd take care of you..." He said sadly. He saw Prussa walk up an looked at him. "Someone mugged her." England explained to her brother, looking down at the floor in shame.

"H-hey!!" She looked at England with sad eyes. "It was just a fluke is all..." She took his hand in her's before looking at Prussia. "I'm fine... I'll file a police report later on today, okay?" She shooed him away before looking at Arthur. "Please don't be sad..." Vixan made him look up at her. "Please?"

He sighed. "Just don't be so very careless. I need you to be safe. I'm so scared that someone's going to hurt you...you're still a little country." He knew he was being way to protective of her, but he didn't want a big country getting her and doing something terrible.

"Sorry... I mean... England, I can take care of myself.... But... maybe I should've just stayed at your place yesterday..." She sighed. "But I'll be okay, just cause I'm little doesn't mean I'm weak..."

England crossed his arms and frowned. "You got mugged! That means you aren't strong enough to be alone." He took her good hand. "If you ever want to stay with me, you're welcome to."

"Thanks England..." She said, trying not to yell. It sounded like he was demeaning her, but she knew it was because he cared. "I'll remember that..."

He wondered of she was mad about his slight bossiness. He just cared so much even though he wasn't sure why when he'd just met her and all. That seemed slightly creepy that he liked her so very much.

"Come on..." She started headed to the conference room. "I want to sit beside you in there..." She looked at him hopeful. She knew she was being a brat about the way he was treating her. "If you don't mind that is."

He smiled. "Ok. Let's go now." He pulled out a chair for her and was about to sit beside her when America sat down. "I was sitting there!" England whined and America just looked at him.

Vixan looked at America for a moment. "Excuse you." her gaze turned into a glare. "Arthur was going to sit there, so beat it!"

America blinked. "But I'm already sitting down. I don't feel like getting up." He said blandly. England was more than a little annoyed, refusing to get up.

Vixan stood up. "I'll take care of it then." She shoved his seat down rather easily, given the fact that America was rather large despite his smaller stature, and moved another chair beside her. "Taken care of." She sat back down and crossed her arms.

England sat down and got ready for them to begin this hellish meeting that would no doubt consist of lots of yelling and arguing.

"Hey.. Arthur..." Vinozia looked over to England. "You know, if it turns into an argument again, we can just leave and go talk in the other room..."

He agreed that was a good idea. "Alright. That would make it more tolerable wouldn't it?"

"Yes it would... Wonder if they would notice if we just didn't come back though..." She pondered the thought for a moment. "I don't think they'd notice.." She looked up as the meeting started.

"I'm pretty sure they won't be missing us." He said, seeing that the others were already getting heated. "Wow. This is always the same old thing."

"Then why do they even bother holding these if nothing is every accomplished?" She rolled her eyes. "This would not be tolerated if this was held in my country." She sighed and saw that the arguments were heating up. "Come on, we'd better go ahead out." She casually just stood up and walked out of the room, and sitting in the same room she had fled to the other day.

He went with her to the room and locked the door so no one else could come in. He wanted to be alone in here with her do they could talk in peace.

Vinozia looked up at England. "So, Arthur, what should we talk about?" She patted beside her on the couch to tell him to sit next to her. "We can talk about anything at all" Vixan smiled softly, hoping he wouldn't want to know if she was hurt anymore from the mugging.

England grabbed both of Vixan's arms and pinned her down. "Don't take this wrong." he said, pushing up her sleeves and her shirt. "God. You need to be at home resting!" He insisted. "You look horrible."

"E-England!!" She shrieked in surprise and blushed as the fresh cuts and bruises, along with the three faded scars scars from the oppression of her past, were revealed in seconds. Vixan tried to tug her arms away to fix her shirt, but she couldn't manage to. Had she really gotten so weak since she had became a nation?

England sighed and picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, walking to his house without letting her go. Once at his house he laid her on the bed and cleaned up all of her cuts and bandaged her up. "Don't hide things from me." He said, not leaving room for argument in his tone. He was angry, not just at the muggers, but at her for not saying anything. She thought she was way stronger than she was. He was also mad at her brothers for taking no better care of her than he had with his failure self.

Vixan just let him go along with what he was doing, knowing he wouldn't do anything wrong, but was busy in her own mind, thinking. She had been ruthless when she was younger. What had happened to her? She broke away from her thoughts long enough to hear what England had said. "Why?" She mumbled, sitting up and wincing at the pain from the bruise on her side. "No one cares enough to help me defend myself anyways." She felt tears threatening to fall. "They said they would and they turned their backs on me..." She pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face in her knees.

England tightened his fists. "I care about you. You hear me? I care." His face was red with both pain and anger. "Your brothers care!" He saw she was crying and felt bad. He sat beside her and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry I wasn't their for you."