It's late at night and you're walking home from a night out. When you're only a few blocks from your house, you notice America leaning against a tree by the sidewalk, panting heavily. A trickle of blood is running from the corner of his mouth and there's a large cut under his left eye. He finally turns to you and widens his eyes with relief on his face.

"H-hey... I know that... That I wasn't okay with you... But can you help me..?" the boy whimpered, still panting.