The moment Germany announced the meeting over I tried to zoom out of the room.

Key word, tried.

My brothers seemed to appear out of no where, like, literally, one moment they weren't there, I turn away for a split second and turn back, and their there.

And if anyone asks, I did not give a very girly shriek and jump into Russia's arm, nor did I catch the whole rooms attention, I didn't! I bloody swear it!

My brothers were full on smirking and Russia's own smile seemed to get bigger.

"Can ye bloody idiots not be ghosts and pop out of no where for once?!" They ignored me and the room just turned into giggles and chuckles.

If anything their smirks got bigger.

After being set on the ground I grabbed my briefcase, punched Scotland in the shoulder, igniting more laughter from them, and headed out of the room, ignoring their calls.

It was just a few minutes of walking through the halls when things started to morph into pictures and blurry shapes.

The room swam and a wave of vertigo passed over me. One of my hands pushed against the wall for support and the other dropped the briefcase, the sound of me hitting my knee's was enough to draw attention to the other occupants in the hallway.

One of them, a voice I recognised as Egypt, ran off, calling for my brothers. Another person put one arm around my shoulders.

The smell of him was enough to tell me who it was, as weird as it sounds.

"इंडिया (Iṇḍiyā, India)?" My vision still swam but the smell of spices evaded my nose quickly. "इंग्लैंड (Iṅgalaiṇḍa)?" The language confirmed her suspicion on who it was.

"England? Are you okay?" My old colony switched to English, even though I understood his language he knew it was easier to speak in English.

Bless him.

"हाँ (Hām̐) uh, yes, yes I'm fine, just a little dizzy" I spoke, switching from Hindi to English quickly as I heard other people coming down the hallway, only a few people knew I spoke many different languages.

I intend to keep it that way.

"Out of tae way!" Someone else crouched next to me on my other side. Now that my vision was clearing up I could see that it was Scotland.

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy" I stated, he gave me a look that said 'like-I-am-going-to-fall-for-that' and everyone else in the hallway seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Up ye go" I was lifted into Ireland's arms, Scotland shooed everyone else away and Wales grabbed my briefcase.

The world faded away as we got into Scotland's car.

The sounds of beeping that sounded closely to a heart monitor woke me up, I didn't open my eyes, learning that you should always assess the situation first when you wake up from blacking out.

I had a breathing mask on, or I think it's a breathing mask, it's forcing me to breath so it must be.

Gently wiggling my toes led me to believe that someone has taken my shoes. I had a pretty good idea where I was and in all honesty, I did not want to open my eyes to see if I was right.

There were voices, talking lowly.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with her that we can fine" A voice that sounded like her personal doctor, Ms. Lee stated.

"So there's nothing wrong? How could tha' be?" Another voice, Wales, asked. A sigh was his only answer and then both of the footsteps faded away.

I blinked my eyes open and sighed when I realised that I was in a hospital. I hated hospitals, especially if I was the patient.

The room was empty and the clock on the wall said that I was only asleep for about two hours. Taking off the breathing mask and tossing it aside, I sat up, throwing the covers off me.

My shoes were gone, they were sitting by the door with my jacket. My glasses were on the side table. I thankfully was still wearing my regular clothes.

Slipping on my glasses and standing up, I pulled my shoes on and slipped on my jacket, content with finding away out of the hospital I was in.

As I said before, I hate hospitals. Absolutely, positively, hate, them.

The white washed walls made me feel like I was in an asylum and the matching floors did not help.

In all truthfulness I would rather bleed to death than go into a hospital. Now in no way am judging the staff and I am thankful for what they do everyday to help other people.

They just need to realise that they do not need to help me.

Sneaking out of the room with my briefcase was very easy, whenever I heard a familiar voice I would dash into a random room, smiling at the patients as I passed.

Some just gave me amused smiles. "Trying to get out dear?" I smiled when I realised I had dashed into Ms. Opry's room, she was one of the people who I had visited in my spare time.

"Of course Ms. Opry, you know me and hospitals, any advice?" I glanced out of the room and whipped back in as Northern Ireland came around the corner.

'Ireland must of called her' I thought as Ms. Opry shook her head. "I'm not supposed to help patients get out, but, if you go across the hall from here there is an emergency stairway, the janitor last night forgot to lock it, it leads to the back of the building, but you didn't hear it from me."

Ms. Opry winked as me as I thanked her before crossing the hall. True to her words, the stairway led to the back of the building, giving me enough tree cover to get back to the normal streets.

I laughed quietly as the hospital's alarms started going off, signalling that they finally realised that I was gone. Sprinting into the library I said hello to Mr. Mip, who shook his head and laughed.

"Running from the hospital again Alice?" Mr. Mip was a nice old black man, he had a great sense of humour and knew how to make a person feel better with only a few words.

"What? Me? Running from a hospital? Now why would I even think about doing that?" I fluttered my eyes innocently before we both made eye contact and laughed.

"Okay! So maybe I am, but you and me both know that I hate hospitals" I said and Mr. Mip nodded in agreement.

"I agree to, always givin' me the creeps with their white walls and floors and the staff who are always a little bit to happy for my opinion" We both shivered at the thought.

"It was nice seeing you Mr. Mip, I must be going to though, got to get to my house before my brothers do. Have a nice day!" Mr. Mip waved back as I walked out of the building and headed home.

(Present time)

Have you ever had that feeling in your stomach that something either very bad or something very good was about to happen?

That... Is the exact feeling I am getting now as I slowly approached his 10th self.

The most hurt, behind his 2nd and 8th selves of course, but hurt none than less.

His beautiful brown eyes were clouded in hurt and anguish, his brown spiky hair clumped downward, and he was covered in sweat.

Getting close enough I reached out to him. It all happened at once.

He grabbed my wrist in a tight grip and the next thing I knew I was blown back, feeling like I had been struck in the face and punched in stomach at the same time but he had not raised a hand.

I felt like I was being dragged through sand slowly and painfully yet my mouth only opened in a silent scream.

The last thing I'd seen was 10's pleading eyes... And even then my last thoughts were of him.

'He's beautiful'

Merry Christmas Everyone! Sorry about the wait! School's getting tough. Thanks for all the support! And again, Merry Christmas! Best wishes to you all! Oh! And I mean no offence to any people who work with or around hospitals, wasn't trying to be mean, I'm just not a big fan of hospitals and I thought that England wouldn't either. And, about England knowing her colonies languages, she didn't just spend time with America you know!