As Emil gathered himself, he breathed in and out slowly. Who would have known that letting himself get dragged to America's house would end in dying on a ship in the middle of nowhere, in a war against Canada because Arthur still had a grudge?
Gather yourself, soldier! He told himself sharply, allowing himself a final slow exhale before he opened his eyes on an expectant Lithuania. "How much damage was done to the ship?" He asked him, looking from him to Prussia.
"About twenty percent is gone, from what I saw while I was up there. I've already sent up some men to calculate exactly how much was done," Prussia eventually told him, glancing towards a nodding Toris. Emil couldn't help glanced at Eduard though, who seemed to be talking quietly with Raivis as they pored over a section of the wall. Finland had always gone on and on about how great of friends that he and Estonia were, but Emil hadn't told Tino that he was friends with the Baltic as well. Emil quite liked him- he was quiet like him, and smart too.
Enough, he told himself again, and accept the numbers with a curt nod, his mind immediately piecing together that it was twenty percent because the carrier, the ship that he was on, was worth five points in the game and Matthew had called on the middle of the ship. He hadn't really been thinking when he placed his ships- he had just wanted to pass time. But now? Now he wished that he would have listened to Lukas insisting that he always be on guard. Sure, his big brother could be irritating, but he was often right, even if Emil would never admit it out loud.
After a silent moment, he went behind Eduard and Raivis, watching them plan out what seemed to be a map. "What's this?" He asked quietly, startling Latvia terribly.
"I-I-It's n-nothing, General, Sir!" He squeaked out, shaking so much that Emil couldn't tell if it was from being all wet and cold, or just because he always trembled.
"It's just a map, Sir," Eduard told him smoothly, resting a protective hand on Raivis' shoulder. "We've set up the position of our ships and have made a few guesses as to where General Williams has placed his. Nothing too extravagant."
Emil's violet eyes widened a bit at the board. It was an exact copy of where he had placed his own back in America's house. This really was Battleship come to li-
"-Hey guys!" A cheery, obnoxious American accent greeted them. "We're done calculating the damage! It's exactly twenty percent! How weird is that!?" In the previously somber atmosphere, his tone threw everyone off and they merely looked at him for a moment before they went back to what they were doing. Emil could have sworn that he heard an, "Idiot Amerikaner..." from Prussia, but when he looked the man's way, the German was looking down at a table that had papers spread out all over it.
But instead of being happy that his theory was confirmed, Emil rounded on Alfred. "Þetta er allt vegna þín, Ameríku! Kanada og ég var bara fínt þar til við fundum hlutina þína! Afhverju gatstu ekki bara verið með Englandi?!" He nearly exploded at him, finally breaking out of being calm. Mr. Puffin would be pround, he reasoned as Prussia held him back.
"Come on, Sir. Why don't you go lay down for a moment?" He heard Gilbert's voice trying to calm him back down, and he let it. He didn't like feeling like a different person, one who was angry all of the time. That was Germany's trademark, not his.
"Thank you, Officer..." He settled for calling Prussia, a bitt better once they were out in the corridor with the slightly taller man escorting him to his room. At least he'd be able to get to his quarters without looking like an idiot...