Chapter 2

Yugoslavia held onto England. They had been out in the court yard discussing ideas about the 2p!s and drinking tea when they heard a voice behind them. She had turned around to see what looked like England but didn't. Something seemed darker about the new figure and evil too. Then she knew it was him: England's 2p!. 2p!England raised his gun at Yugoslavia, but just as he pulled the trigger England had pushed her down, taking the bullet for himself. The bullet had hit him smack in the bottom of his neck almost on the shoulder.

The thick browed nation slumped to the ground with a thump, and Yugoslavia gasped. She rushed to England's side and sobbed.

"Oh gosh! Why did you push me?" She looked up to see if 2p!England was there, but he had disappeared.

"Oww," England moaned. He seemed to still be awake.

Yugoslavia sighed in relief, "thank god you are alive. Stay here and I will get help."

"Okay, but I don't think I'll be going anywhere," England chuckled.

Yugoslavia smiled a little and rose to her feet. She ran back inside and raced down the hall.

"Someone help! England was shot! I saw a 2p!" She called.

"What?" America shouted. He had been wandering around in the hall when he heard Yugoslavia scream.

"England is hurt!" Yugoslavia panicked. She dashed in a frenzied rush back to England. He was still concious but barely. America picked up the injured country.

And here they were in the infirmary. Malta and Andorra had joined them, and Andorra was trying to comfort yugoslavia to no success.

"Hey, Yugo, it'll be okay. England will be fine," Andorra whispered.

Yugo shook her head and looked at all the blood, "No! There's too much blood!"

"It's okay, Yugo, it's okay!" Andorra shook her friend's shoulders.

"But-"

"No buts, Yugo. England will be fine. We're countries so we heal better. Also it didnt even his hit neck that much. It's more on the shoulder. Now stop crying; we'll make sure he gets better," Malta interrupted.

Yugo looked up at her with wide blue eyes, "O-okay."

"Now come on. Lets give him some space so he can heal," Malta softened.

"Okay," Yugo stood up shakily. Malta and Andorra helped her to her feet, and the trio made their way out into the hall.

Andorra decided to start a conversation, "So how are you guys?"

"Not that well. I did not expect 2p!England to come and do that," Yugoslavia replied.

"Ya, that is weird," Malta nodded, "and since you ask, Andorra, my day hasn't been the best."

"The dream?" Andorra queried.

Malta shrugged, "Some of it, but other things have been bothering me."

"Like what?" Andorra pressed.

"It's nothing," Malta shook her head.

Andorra frowned, "Yes it is something. Malta, it's not like you to hide things from us. What's bothering you?"

"Myself," Malta snapped.

Andorra snorted, "Yourself? What's wrong with you? Everytime you run into a door you blame it on the door. Now you blaming yourself for something. Why?"

"Because I got in a fight with Prussia..." Malta trailed off.

Yugoslavia spoke up, "About what?"

"Ya, you and Prussia always argue, but you never get genuinely mad about what happens. Why are you so mad?" Andorra added.

"Well, I was really stressed and I wanted to be alone, but he wouldn't go away. Then I lost my temper on him and actually got him to go away. I feel horrible," Malta sniffed.

"What?" Andorra was dumbfounded.

Yugoslavia smacked Andorra lightly, "Hey, stop that. Malta, do not cry. You got me to stop crying when England got hurt, so now I want you to quit. Go apologize to Prussia."

"I tried. He told me to go away," Malta cried more.

Andorra's eyes widened, "this really is serious. Go in there and apologize again. Ignore him if he sends you away and just hug him instead."

"I agree with Andorra," Yugoslavia said.

Malta kept crying but glanced at them, "I should?"

"Да," Andorra poked Malta.

Malta chuckled, "Hey it's my job to poke people."

"Then go poke Prussia," Andorra poked Malta again.

"Fine," Malta wiped her face with her sleeve and began to walk.

Yugoslavia and Andorra followed, and soon the three of them had reached prussia's dorm. Malta tentatively knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Prussia called, his voice low and angry.

Malta squeaked in her quietest voice, "it's me."

"Who's there?" Prussia asked again. He obviously hasn't heard Malta.

Malta raised her voice a little, "May I come in?"

"When you tell me who you are. I can barely hear you."

"It's me, Malta."

"Why do you need to come in?"

"Because I'm sorry."

"And I'm awesome."

"Please let me in, Prussia."

"Nein."

Malta looked back to her friends for confirmation and they nodded, so she told Prussia, "Let me in now."

"Nein!" Prussia shouted.

"Okay," Malta smirked and continued in her calm, dark voice, "I'm coming in now."

"What?" Prussia sounded surprised.

"I'm coming in," Malta repeating. She pulled out a Bobbi pin from her hair and shoved it in the lock. For a moment, she shook it around, then pulled it out and clasped her hand over the knob.

"Malta?" Prussia asked, worried, "Is that you?"

"Yup," Malta flung open the door. She didn't immediately see Prussia, but after a moment of searching, she found him in the corner.

"What are you doing?" Malta demanded.

Prussia glanced up at her briefly, "Sulking."

"That's not like you! Come on, Prussia. You know I didn't mean to hurt you or anything! I was just stressed and wanted a moment to myself. Just a moment."

"Then have that moment."

"I did!"

"Then have another. Go away," Prussia commanded.

Malta exploded, "No! I won't go away! What's wrong with you?!"

"Nothing!"

"Yes, something is wrong! Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

"You're not being your self-confident, happy self."

"Yes I am."

"No you aren't! Stop acting so weird! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I made you so this! I didn't mean to hurt you or anything! I was just stressed and wanted a moment to myself! I got that moment!" Malta broke down into sobs and crumpled to the floor.

Prussia ignored her, "Go away."

"No!" Malta refused to leave, and instead crawled over to Prussia and hugged him, "I won't leave."

"Malta-" Prussia choked. He just let Malta hug him without doing anything in response.

"I love you, and I'm sorry for saying I hated you a while ago," Malta buried her face in his shirt.

Prussia sighed, "You are pretty strange, Malta. You're so strange I have to love you."

"I hope that's a good thing," Malta giggled through tears.

"It is," Prussia paused, "for most of the time."

"Most of the time?! How about all of the time?"

"Nein, we have our days that aren't good."

"Oh really?"

"Ja. Today."

"Forget about today."

"I don't think I can."

"I don't think so either."

"Oh well!" Both Malta and Prussia shouted and burst out laughing.

"Strange, strange people," Andorra sighed from the hallway.

Yugoslavia nodded in agreement, "Too true, Andorra. Too true."

Malta snorted and covered her mouth.

"Kesesese. I like your snorting," Prussia poked Malta's nose.

Malta sneezed, "Hey!"

"It's true," Prussia shrugged.

"No it isn't!" Malta giggled.

Prussia pushed her lightly. Malta pushed him back.

"Hey don't push me! I'm too awesome to be pushed!" Prussia complained.

Malta grinned, "Too bad." Then she started poking him.

"Should we leave?" Yugoslavia whispered to Andorra.

"Probably," Andorra nodded, "Hey, Malta, we're going now."

"What? Oh, bye!" Malta's cheeks grew red.

Prussia smirked, "Embarrassed?"

"Maybe," Malta kissed Prussia on the lips and pulled back. He began to blush too so she smirked, "I see you're embarrassed too."

"Nein, I'm not," Prussia grumbled.

"Yes you are," Malta leaned in and kissed him again. This time she held it for longer, and Prussia kissed back. When Malta pulled back for air, she hugged Prussia.

"Hey, Malta?" Prussia asked, suddenly serious again.

Malta looked up at him, "What is it?"

"While I was in here alone, I got a text."

"Who from?"

"Well, it's from..."

"Who, Prussia? Tell me!"

"My... My 2p!"