Vile and Sour.
Puss and blood were smelt as they fell from the slope and onto the a pile of foul fabric.
Gagging from the sight,
Canada moved as fast as he could out of the load as Prussia sat there is with a pain expression.
"Get up and move!" Canada fussed.
Prussia gritted his teeth as he pulled what looked to be a shard of glass from the side of his leg.
"I really hope that this doesn't have anything smeared on it..."
As he got up,
Gilbert stared at the blacken glass.
"Shit..."
"I hope that's not what's on it."
Canada glared at the glass as Prussia threw it with no hesitation.
Wobbling to find balance,
Gilbert limped out of the sheets.
Taking a good scan,
Canada noticed one door next to the dryer needed a keycard,
While the door behind them was open wide.
Maybe it had something to do with the hellish smell...
Searching the sheets,
Upon closer examination,
There was a keycard.
Taking no time,
Mattie grabbed it.
"We need to the medical station for your leg."
"No, we can wait for that."
"But your going to get that cut infected." Canada warned.
"Matt, I don't care."
Canada shifted nervously.
"Fine."
Prussia nodded in agreement as Mattie moved towards the dryer.
"What are you doing?"
Canada opened the dryer to see if there was any clean clothes as he dug and found a pillowcase.
Ripping it to a long piece of cloth.
"Come over here."
Gilbert wobbled over as Canada got a better look at the cut.
"Darn..."
The cut itself wasn't big,
But deep.
Wrapping the cloth,
The deep maroon liquid gushed,
Prussia gritted his teeth from the tight bandage.
"Sorry, but we don't want you going too pale on us."
A pained smile at the remark formed as Matt helped Prussia to balance.
Towards the locked door,
Matthew opened it up and to their surprise,
The air was clean,
The sight of snow and parked cars.
"Run."
Gilbert and Mattie ran out off in the snow.
"FIRE!"
Bang.
Shots were fired as the duo ducked.
Hot on their tail,
Prussia got the gun and shot back,
Missing them completely.
Return shots were fired as they moved from car to car.
When they reached Prussia's Wanderer W 24,
Gilbert moved harshly into the driver's side.
Starting up the car and backing up,
The car moved violently on it's wheels.
SCREECK!
Forceful turns and held breathes,
BANG!
The gate was crushed as the vehicle moved through the free snowing road.
Bullets still fire as Gilbert stepped on the gas.
The darkness consumed the car,
Escaping out the artificial lighting.
Looking back,
Canada stared at the mirror.
Wondering if this was the right thing to do...
And now he was liberated from the hospital.
Was he capable of holding on to sanity?
Or was it just fate that all of this mess happened...?
"...you got me?"
Turning his attention back on Prussia,
Mattie gave a nod and a half willed smile.
Leaning his head on the glass window,
Matt drifted to the sound of the engine,
The cringing feeling of the cold that kept his mind steady to the move-past surroundings.
A quiet whisper of self control,
Hinting of draw backs...
Lost time.
Silence rung in the Prussian's ears as he glanced at his passenger,
Sound asleep.
A faint grin as he sped up into the night.
Faint cries in the blue abyss surfaced the oceanic tears.
Drowning in a requiem of the decease and lifelessness.
Lost and cowardly searching for the end and peace.
Nor the bellowed or great could undo such dark and moist lies from this place.
No…
Broken notes twisted their tones in the ears of the unawake,
Stuck in a disastrous melody upon the forgotten souls that lie dormant here.
"H-help.."
A mutter from the little form as he opened his eyes in this sea.
Purple and blue,
He was free falling with a ball and chain to his ankle.
In one quick motion,
A jump woke the Canadian up.
Gasping,
He breathed.
It was that nightmare again.
Cold chills racked his spine as the pain returned.
Grimacing from the bruises,
Matthew shifted his figure,
Till he noticed something…
"Uh…"
Lying there on the coach,
He wasn't in Prussia home,
Nor Germany's.
Unrecognizable.
Small steps and belated sighs were heard as he turned his attention on darken part of the room,
Nothing was there,
But he couldn't help but wonder what was in the dark.
"Mister."
Canada jumped at the sudden calling.
Turning to the direction of the soft childish voice,
Was a little girl.
Liechtenstein.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, no, not at a-all." Canada rubbed his forehead in apprehension.
"Sir Prussia has told us what happened."
A slight tilt of his head as he frowned.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that..."
"Oh no sir, why are you sorry? It was Prussia's fault for wrecking up Germany's car."
A lie.
That was Prussia's car he rode in out of the sanatorium.
That can't be right...
But the damage of the front of it?
Maybe, but no wreck.
"Canada?"
Shaking his head,
He replied.
"Sorry, the crash jogged my memory..." Going along with the fib.
"Oh I bet! You took quite a beating."
Picking his self up,
Liechtenstein paused and left the room suddenly.
Canada paused at the dismiss as moved carefully in the room.
'Vash really does have an odd looking house.'
The Canadian thought as Lily returned back with a change of clothes and a towel.
"Here. Once you finish cleaning yourself up, Vash will patch you up."