[ he curses when Spain slaps him, scowling across at him and eyeing the blood covering Spain's finger. even though he feels this is the bastard's own damn fault, England can't help the twinge of guilt in his chest, seeing the wounds he gave him.

he loosens his grip on the knife a little, sighing. ]

You leave this somewhere I can find it when- if I get out of here. And nearby in case I need to defend myself.

[ he drops it after a moment ]