They had abandoned the car a little over an hour ago after hearing that the roads ahead of them were being blockaded. America had sacrificed his tie and a sleeve of his shirt as a makeshift bandage to quickly wrapped England's ankle. Then they ran. They had finally make it out of the city and now they weaved in and out of fields and forested areas.
England had given in and accepted America’s help. He leaned heavily on his shoulder as they ran, but they were still not making very good process. Every now and then America would stop them and contemplate a hiding place, only to shake his head and continue on. They had been stumbling on for another hour when they heard they baying of hounds behind them.
“Damn it! I should have known that they would have dogs!” America actually seemed very worried now. He was practically carrying England by this point as he searched desperately for some place to hide. When the sound of running water reached their ears he perked up and quickly headed in that direction. “Water! That’s great! We can swim downstream for a little while. That will throw off the dogs. And there are always little caves in the banks. I bet you I can find one big enough for us to hide in. And if I can't I'll dig one a little deeper and we will have a perfect hiding place!”
England frowned as America waded them into the water. Hiding under a bank didn’t seem to be the smartest move in his opinion, but as they moved into deeper water he was able to lean less on the other man. At least he wouldn’t have to put so much pressure on his ankle. Then he paused. What had America said?
“America, are you seriously worrying about the dogs?”
Now it was America’s turn to stare at the other incredulously.
“Um. Yeah! Do you not hear that baying? They’ve got bloodhounds on our trail. Three of them at least! Do you have any idea how sensitive their noses are?”
Despite the horrible situation they were in, England could not help but chuckle. He should have known that the concept would have never occurred to the American. But then again, he probably had never came across a situation like this before.
“America, those dogs can’t track you. You are the United States of America. Your scent is all around them. Even if they were given a shirt that you had only just worn, they wouldn’t be able to track you.” America’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious! Wow. I’d never really thought about what I smelled like before. Other than times when I’ve worked really hard and end up smelling like really bad BO. Does that mean that one of my states is really smelly?”
The water carried them further south at a rather sedate pace, not to fast but not to slow either. England managed to lift his feet and float along. America reached out and snagged his hand as he floated beside him. After the adrenaline fueled run it was rather pleasant now just to drift along. England felt America’s hand squeeze around his, watched his eyes run up and down the banks. They weren’t out of danger yet.
“I would suppose, after all don’t swamps usually have a nasty odor?”
US/UK - Manhunt [5a/8]
They had abandoned the car a little over an hour ago after hearing that the roads ahead of them were being blockaded. America had sacrificed his tie and a sleeve of his shirt as a makeshift bandage to quickly wrapped England's ankle. Then they ran. They had finally make it out of the city and now they weaved in and out of fields and forested areas.
England had given in and accepted America’s help. He leaned heavily on his shoulder as they ran, but they were still not making very good process. Every now and then America would stop them and contemplate a hiding place, only to shake his head and continue on. They had been stumbling on for another hour when they heard they baying of hounds behind them.
“Damn it! I should have known that they would have dogs!” America actually seemed very worried now. He was practically carrying England by this point as he searched desperately for some place to hide. When the sound of running water reached their ears he perked up and quickly headed in that direction. “Water! That’s great! We can swim downstream for a little while. That will throw off the dogs. And there are always little caves in the banks. I bet you I can find one big enough for us to hide in. And if I can't I'll dig one a little deeper and we will have a perfect hiding place!”
England frowned as America waded them into the water. Hiding under a bank didn’t seem to be the smartest move in his opinion, but as they moved into deeper water he was able to lean less on the other man. At least he wouldn’t have to put so much pressure on his ankle. Then he paused. What had America said?
“America, are you seriously worrying about the dogs?”
Now it was America’s turn to stare at the other incredulously.
“Um. Yeah! Do you not hear that baying? They’ve got bloodhounds on our trail. Three of them at least! Do you have any idea how sensitive their noses are?”
Despite the horrible situation they were in, England could not help but chuckle. He should have known that the concept would have never occurred to the American. But then again, he probably had never came across a situation like this before.
“America, those dogs can’t track you. You are the United States of America. Your scent is all around them. Even if they were given a shirt that you had only just worn, they wouldn’t be able to track you.” America’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious! Wow. I’d never really thought about what I smelled like before. Other than times when I’ve worked really hard and end up smelling like really bad BO. Does that mean that one of my states is really smelly?”
The water carried them further south at a rather sedate pace, not to fast but not to slow either. England managed to lift his feet and float along. America reached out and snagged his hand as he floated beside him. After the adrenaline fueled run it was rather pleasant now just to drift along. England felt America’s hand squeeze around his, watched his eyes run up and down the banks. They weren’t out of danger yet.
“I would suppose, after all don’t swamps usually have a nasty odor?”