𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 {•countryhumans x reader•}

𝟟: 𝙰 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎

✰·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ Chapter seven ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·✰
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The cold metal knife in my hand gracefully swayed back and forth making the vegetables smaller and smaller. My hand was growing tired of the same movements over and the over again. I turned my attention over to the elegant metal clock in the wall as I continued to work in cutting the edible elements before me.

8:16 am

I abruptly swatted my hand away, dropping the utensil to the floor. I quickly brought my finger up to my lips and licked it, instantly my tongue took notice of a metallic taste. I removed it and saw as how the blade had slightly dug into my skin. It was deep, but not deep enough to be considered a severe injury of course, so I simply bent my knees to pick up the knife, a sting came from my hip but I sucked it in. The sharp object was found to be maculate with my own velvety liquid that came from the injury still freshly coated along the edge. I placed the knife in the kitchen sink and opened a cabinet in the bottom near a long window. I took out a small light blue box and opened it to reveal small bandaids, all of them sealed and ready to be used.

"Ouch!"

I had gotten the bandaid and unconsciously grabbed it with my injured finger and thumb. I winced and let it fall to the ground as I gripped on my wrist with my unharmed hand. I closed my eyes shut and almost as if planned the kitchen doors opened and shut behind me.

I turned my head and clasped my hands behind my back. I was surprised to say the least.

"Morning,"

"How was your sleep?" I said attentively.

"Good,"

America interrupted the awkward silence first.

"Soooooo  what's up (Y/N)?" The semi injured country said as he played around with his dog tag hanging around his neck.

"Nothing much, do you need anything America?" I replied as politely as possible.

He shook his head no and turned to the table where all the ingredients were spread out in an organized manner. I watched as his black work boots reached the sink and he turned the water on. He looked down and I could see he was shocked. Realization flooded back and I knew what he was gonna ask me. I turned around and got the box in the floor ignoring all of the pain coming from two places at once.

"Lemme see your hands," he said sternly as he closed the faucet.

I had no other choice than to listen to him. I placed the box in the counter to my left. I didn't notice America coming closer to me. He grabbed ahold of my left wrist and inspected my injured finger. He placed his strong hands to my sides as my right hand touched his left forearm, immediately i felt the hard and semi-sandy touch of a bandage. He sat me down in the counter next to the light baby blue box. His gloved hands swiftly got a bandaid and placed in my right and unharmed hand.

"Hold this for a sec,"

I watched as he got a napkin and soaked it in water. He came back and placed his knee in between my shins. I watched his face attentively as he was concentrated in cleaning around my finger. Then his eyes met mine. His face crept a little closer to my own.

"I'm gonna clean the cut itself now,"

I nodded and he took my hand back to his own hands. My eyes twitched and I bit the insides of my cheeks as America cleaned the cut. Once he was done he pealed the small wax papers off the sticky part of the bandaid and put it gently on top of my injury. I assumed he would let me get off the counter, however his arms trapped me in place. I removed my stare from his hands and looked forward only to be greeted by his attractive blue eyes looking intensely at my features. Blood quickly rushed up to my cheeks.