Hey all! I'm back again :D Yaay! No more finals until next year! Alright, so there's a little OOCness, especially for Canada. I kinda think that his personality would change to be a little more forceful while at war ^^ So, we'll see what happens, shall we? :D
Canada groaned softly, dragging his battered body through the equally battered city, gun clutched in one hand. The other held a gunshot wound on his side. It had stopped bleeding for now. But he was tired. Tired of this stupid war. Tired of getting shot and losing his people and being injured and of…...well…..everything.
He heard soft clattering in front of him and he lifted the rifle, pointing it toward the noise. He waited, arm starting to shake from the effort to keep it aloft. He blinked some of the blood from his eyes. A blond rounded the corner, own gun pointed in his direction. They hesitated.
"Canada?"
Germany. The man he was supposed to be fighting. But his arm gave out and the gun slipped from his numbing fingers. He staggered, dizzy from blood loss.
Germany took a step forward but hesitated. They were on different sides of this war. Not that it was anything personal. He dropped his gun and leapt forward to catch the smaller blond as he pitched forward, passing out.
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The first thing he was aware of was the soft slosh of water being moved in a bowl. After that was the soft crackle of a fire, followed by the smell of burning wood. Next was a cool cloth that lightly bathed his face. Then it was the shifting of blankets being tucked around him more. Canada's eyes slowly flickered open and he stared at the ceiling in momentary confusion before his eyes widened and shifted to the blond sitting beside him, watching him silently. He tried to sit up in a panic but Germany's hands firmly, but gently, pressed him back again.
"Relax." He said, trying to sooth the nation while trying to keep himself from jumping away from the dangerous man. Even him being cuffed to the bed did nothing to ease his nerves.
"Let me go, Germany." Canada practically snarled.
"Nein. I can't do that, Canada." He shook his head. "You're far too injured. You must stay for now."
"I said let m-" He choked on his words as Germany lightly poked where he'd been shot in the side.
"I said nein." He stated and then stood, withdrawing his hand. "You vill stay until healed." The German stared coolly down at his captive/patient. "I promise that no harm vill befall you vhile under mien care."
Canada scoffed softly and then cringed at the motion. Right. Shot. He had to remember that.
Germany lightly shook his head and gathered up the damp cloth and the bowl of water, now pinked with Canada's blood. "I vill return momentarily." He said calmly and left the other, shutting the door softly behind himself. He then groaned. What the hell was he doing, bringing in such a huge threat to himself? This was madness! But….he thought back to the bloody and beraggled man he had found stumbling through the ruins. No. He wasn't cruel. He wouldn't leave another nation helpless and bleeding out. He wouldn't leave them to die and reawaken alone. He wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Canada stared at the ceiling, picking absently at the blanket beneath his hands. Why hadn't Germany pulled the trigger? They were enemies. So why? He frowned and turned his head,staring at the blank wall that met his eyes as if it would give him all the answers he would need to puzzle out his current situation. Not even a hint came to him. Tiredly the Canadian sighed, letting his eyes slowly fall closed.
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Germany was leafing thoughtfully through reports when he lifted his eyes, the Canadian's stirring drawing his attention. The smaller man mumbled something softly, turning his face further into the pillow. Germany figured he would probably be on his side were it not for the restraints on his wrists. He sighed and set aside the papers, standing and moving over Canada, gently drawing the blanket further on his shoulders. He then moved to the small woodburner in the corner, sliding a few more chunks of wood into it, feeding the hungry fire. There. That should warm the place a little more. He moved back to his chair, picking up the reports again and briskly scanning the pages.
His concentration was broken again when the Canadian slowly woke, blinking sleepily at the wall a few seconds, confusion written on his features before realization took its place. Right. He was Germany's captive. He turned his head and glared slightly at the German, still not fully trusting him. They were at war, after all.
"How are you feeling?" Germany asked, setting aside the papers again and standing, rolling his shoulders to get out a few kinks.
"I'm fine." Canada said testily and Germany lifted a brow. "Now let me go."
"Nein." Germany shook his head and cut off any protest with a sharp gesture of his hand. "Even a nation does not heal from a bullet wound that quickly. Do not lie to me, Canada. I am not a fool." Well…..bringing the Canadian with him was a bit foolish, but still.
Canada scowled at him, the look almost making Germany take a step back. Almost. "I said I'm fine."
"Oh?" The German moved a little closer. He could see the nervousness in the Canadian's eye. Germany's movements reminded him of a wolf. "Shall ve test that?" He said and placed a hand butterfly light over the gunshot wound on Canada's side. Canada swallowed, a nervous bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face.
"Nien." The German withdrew, shaking his head. "I vould not be so cruel."
He could see the relief in Canada's face. That told him that he was in more pain then he was willing to let on.
"Let me get you some vater and food." He said and left the room, closing the door and leaving the Canadian alone again. All Canada could hope was that he would heal fast and that Germany would actually let him go as soon as he was healed enough to leave.
First Chapter done ^^ who know's how many more to go haha. I have plenty of summer time to write! Updating isn't on a set schedule, and probably won't be. Just fair warning. See you next chapter!