The nurse moves closer and closer to England, smiling she slides her two fingers down his cheek. "You're a cutie, even though you have these big caterpillar eyebrows..." She says giggling. England's eyes widen. Speechless, he lets her continue to speak. "What's your name, honey?" She asks. "A-Arthur..." He says quietly. "Oooh Arthur. A cute name for a cutie. I'm Heather, and... WAIT DO YOU HAVE AN ACCENT?!" Heather asks excitedly. "Um.. I guess so." England replies. "OH MY FRICKING GOD ITS A BRITISH ACCENT!!" She squeals. England regains himself and pushes her off him. "WANKER! HELP HIM! THAT'S YOUR JOB!" England snaps.
The nurse glares at England, "Ugh! Fine!" She whines like a child. As she takes America off to the operating room she looks back and does the 'call me' sign as she mouths the same words. England shakes his head, then sticks the middle finger up at her. She then gets angry and storms off pushing America's bed. "Geez... What a werido." He mumbles to himself. Heather then mumbles the same but adding "but I still love him." At the end of her sentence, right before entering, she washes her hands, puts gloves on and then tied up her long blonde hair. "Here we go." She says. "I hope he'll be alright..." England says as he walks out of the room, seeing the doors close.
