"Trip" hetalia- America x Japan

🤍❤️Chapter 4❤️🤍

(America point of view.)

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It was the smell that woke me up first. My mind was fluttering open and a few moments later so where my eyes.  The stench of burnt was hanging in the air and as I turned my head to the noise I felt something tickle my chen, then moving a little I look down and see that Japan was resting against my shoulder asleep. I nearly groaned but kept it to myself almost. He looked very cute in all honesty, eh though that was kinda gay to say. Gently as I could I make him lean more into the couch, as I moved back a little bit so he won't lay on me again. With only that black shirt on he's top he may have been cold, but I couldn't remember where the blankets where. Then suddenly I know where that smell was coming from, Japan's meal in the oven!

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

Quickly I run into the kitchen and to my great surprise there isn't any fire in the room, only a large large amount of smoke.

Not remembering what I was wearing before I pat my chest and so jacket or sweater, cursing loudly I decided to bite the bullet and fling my arm to the oven, practically scream as the heat burns my hands and I slam the door as wide open as I can, fire inside all around the bowl. Grazing my arm on the fire heat below it I turn off everything in the oven, but the fire is still in there and I start to panic, and right as I was going to grab my host and run, a blizzard of white flies past and into the oven inside!

I turn my gaze over to where it had come from, and see Japan holding a fire extinguisher as he let out the last little bit into the oven, killing the flames before they could escape. "... ha, nice..." he ruffled a few times then looked up at me worried, dropping the fire extinguisher on the ground with a very loud noise. "America," he extends he's hand then gently grabs my arm in all the right spots where the heat never got. Only then did I realize how painful it was, even with how gentle he was.

My hand was all red looking and little burnt spots where here and there, one even had melted blood on it like a jelly filling. Ew God, remind me not to eat that for a while. 

"Aw shit, that stun a little, you got any ice?" He looked at me for a second then nodded, walking past me then into the fridge, fumbling in there for a while til he said. "I don't have a ice pack, I forgot to take one with me." Then he mumbled quietly to himself "there so new..." I stare down at my arm, then I look back to him. "Hey, how about you take care of this mess while I rap this up with something, then when I'm done I'll come and help ya with that. Sound cool?" He nodded, picking up the fire extinguisher. "Yes, I'm so sorry." "Eh, it happens." Turning away a little bit awkwardly, I walk out of the kitchen let him do he's work.

Little dazed now that the action is over, I go through the living room, upstairs into the bathroom then bedroom, and into the closest but I still can't find quite what I'm looking for. I want a blanket that's big enough to go around my arm for the next hour, but not to big that it will suffocate me to death. Signing I decide it will be healed in about a hour anyway, probably less I just submit and walk downstairs though the tight hallway and fall down on the couch. I would call myself tired, though I hate to given I just got up, well I guess most heroes are normally tired after action anyway.

My eyes stay shut for a good while, and my cheeks feel weirdly warm as my body almost drifts back to sleep, when I feel the other end of the couch sink in and a probably gloved hand rests of my arm. "I have something for you," right as I open my eyes he holds it on me. Apparently it was a large red cloth that was filled up with ice cubes, given that when he pressed it gently against my arm, they felt very cold and relieving. I took the top of it away from he's small hand and held it in place by myself, he had such small hands wow. Uh anyway he fully sat down on he's side of the couch but kept he's eyes on me, watching as I moved it from painful spot to painful spot. If I was a human much more drastic measures would be needed, I mean, my hand would definitely at least need bandages around it. Maybe not a cast like I was thinking, not even sure why I got that idea, guess I just have a thing for casts after I fell off that spice ship in 1856, (don't want to talk about it.)