[Her fist meets his face in a sickening crunch of bone and cartilage. His prominent nose is now completely smashed, and he goes down heavy with America atop him. He has the breath knocked out of him as he hits the floor, kicking up the dust all around them and grunting in pain.]

Amerika...

[He snarls out, blood pouring down his face and dripping onto his coat to join the blood soaking into the fabric from the wound on his shoulder. He struggles aimlessly beneath the American for a moment as he fights to regain his bearings. It doesn't take him too long, and he shoots a hand out to grab a fistful of blonde hair, pulling it hard and pushing off of the ground with the hand holding the rifle to flip their positions.]

I won't lose this game to you.

[He isn't paying any mind to Liechtenstein at all, focused only on America.]