No explanation makes itself readily available. America continues until his chest is pressed firmly against the palm of Japan's defensive hand. He's sure the other country can hear his heart hammering against his ribcage like it's trying to batter its way out.
All America can manage is to shake his head. I wish I didn't have to do this, he wishes he could say. For all his calm movements, all his remorse and fear is etched in his face. Dark circles hang under hollow eyes that flit between Japan's gaze and his own feet. Like he's not sure what his own body is going to do next.
Help me, he wants to say. The prideful part of him is almost thankful he can't. After moving his jaw a few times, he manages to force a reply.
"You can help." It almost sounds like a plea.
The sudden punch to Japan's gut seems to contradict the desperation in his voice though. America just hopes his blood loss has weakened his strength just enough that there isn't any internal bleeding.
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All America can manage is to shake his head. I wish I didn't have to do this, he wishes he could say. For all his calm movements, all his remorse and fear is etched in his face. Dark circles hang under hollow eyes that flit between Japan's gaze and his own feet. Like he's not sure what his own body is going to do next.
Help me, he wants to say. The prideful part of him is almost thankful he can't. After moving his jaw a few times, he manages to force a reply.
"You can help." It almost sounds like a plea.
The sudden punch to Japan's gut seems to contradict the desperation in his voice though. America just hopes his blood loss has weakened his strength just enough that there isn't any internal bleeding.