Wounded!italy :Italy limps around holding his right arm to stop the bleeding. He looks around afraid of something, trying to get away from it. He soon staggers onto alfreds porch with a loud thump noise

Alfred F. Jones: Inside his Virginia manor, Alfred was soundly snoring at his desk, still in his khakis and Hawkeye t-shirt as his face pressed against his paperwork.

Wounded! Italy :Italy bangs on the door, leaning against it with his shoulder. He tries Fighting off the sleep until he was somewhere safe

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred jerked awake at the sound of knocking. Glancing around his office, he glanced around, then groggily got to his feet, made his way downstairs and to the entryway, then cracked the door open and peered through. "Who's'it?" he muttered.

Wounded!italy:Italy manages to mutter out a weak veh like he normally does as he somewhat shifts so the door can open up and finding another balance point of the porch

Alfred F. Jones: "... What the fuck?" Alfred's eyes narrowed as he stepped out onto his porch. "Feli, I didn't know you were stateside. Were you mugged?"

Wounded!italy :Italy nods a yes and slumps onto Alfred, consumed in pain of the damaged done

Alfred F. Jones: "Whoa, there." Alfred effortlessly caught him, then lifted him up into a bridal hold. "Just hold on." Nudging the door open wider with his hip, he carried Feliciano inside, upstairs to a guest bedroom, then laid him out on the bed.

Wounded!italy :Italy winces and starts to drift off into a sleepy state vehing and somewhat mumbling what happened

My character: wounded! Italy