Julia walked over to France. Her hand brushed against his face. His eye was swollen shut. A tear rolled down his cheek as she touched him. She let go and closed her eyes. She couldn't say anything. She couldn't bare the pain she saw in him. The words just weren't there. She looked over to Kayla.

Tears rushed down her cheek one after the other. She reached up to touch Canada's chest. The blood seeped through his shirt. She touched his mouth. His lip was gushing blood. She tried to touch every spot he was injured as if her touch would fix them. She knew though, in reality she never could. He went to reach up to wipe her tears but his arm couldn't move. His collar bone stuck out of his skin. She bit her lip and turned away. She took his non broken arm and held it close to her chest.

Claire just sat there. She didn't know what to do. Prussia limped over to her. He moved his hand toward her. Claire quickly embraced him in a hug. Prussia winced in pain. Claire immediately backed off. She bit her lip to stop it from quivering of fear. Prussia pointed to his rib and Claire lifted his shirt. She revealed a gap in his skin where the rib is supposed to be. She broke her strong act and broke into tears.

The teacher rushed over. "What happened?!" She panicked

"We were talking to Ryan about a serious problem. Ryan was enraged. He grabbed a stick and started beating us. He ran. I- I don't know where. We came here with struggle. Everywhere hurts." France said voice shaking.

"Girls, sit back down. Boys, you're going to the hospital. We must find Ryan." The teacher instructed. The boys left silently. The girls stood there. Tears threatening again. "Girls, I think it's best you go home. No homework tonight. Just get a good nights sleep." The teacher dismissed them.

They packed up and left. "Can you guys come to my house? I don't want to be alone." Claire asked quietly as they walked home. Kayla kicked a stone. "I want to run home and get some new clothes" Kayla looked down looking at her bloody shirt. She limped and felt pain but she ignored it. It shouldn't matter right now. They nodded and parted. Julia sighed. 'Why did this happen to them?' She asked herself mentally.

Kayla opened the door to her house. She was surprised when she saw her sister watching tv yet she showed no expression of it.

Kayla fell to the ground. Alana rushed to her side. Kayla's face was pale, her cheeks were stained with tears, her mascara was running, and she was super tired. Alana helped Kayla up and sat her down on the couch. To Alana, Kayla looked dead. She got Kayla a new pair of clothes and waited for her to change.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was sharp and worried. It was mother-like. "Canada and his friends were beat up. He's broken, Alana. I feel so lonely. He's at the hospital. He couldn't even talk without his voice sounding shaky. He's bleeding a lot. I miss him. He looks even worse then Joel did when he was beat. What do I do?" Kayla cried. Her tears fell and they burned her eyes. Joel walked out of Alana's room and quickly rushed over. Joel is Alana's boyfriend. He always thought of Kayla as a younger sister.

He told Kayla to lie down and Kayla obeyed. He got a wet cloth and rinsed her face. As he bent over, Kayla saw the outline of a box in his pocket. Alana stood up and went to get painkillers from her room. Kayla took the box from Joel's pocket and opened it slowly. The ring was beautiful. It had three diamonds with a silver band. Engraved on the inside of the band was an infinity sign. She closed the box and took a deep breath out. She put the box in Joel's hand. "I approve." She said emotionlessly. He nodded and put the ring away just as Alana walked in.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night to do this." Kayla whispered to Joel. "Alana, I feel better. Claire and Julia are waiting for me. I'm going to go. Don't worry about me and enjoy your time with Joel. " Kayla gave her sister a slight hug then smiled at Joel. She mouthed good luck and was out the door.

The walk to Claire's house was lonely even though it was only a five minute walk. Kayla knocked on the door three times before it opened. She saw a terrified Claire open the door. Kayla rushed in with a confused look on her face. Julia pointed to the tv. "A boy was found killed at the park across the street from Catholic Central High School. There are no suspects to who murdered him." The news reported.

The boy was Chris Petrie-Mcbride. A graduate of last year. He was an elementary school friend. His parents died the year he was in tenth grade. He had no guardian and lived alone. He doesn't have any friends and preferred to be alone. Claire and Julia were close to him in elementary school. To see his dead body on the news was heart breaking. Without Kayla noticing she was in tears too.

Kayla rushed over and shut the tv off. She wiped her tears and sat Julia and Claire down on the couch. She put on some music and left them there. Kayla realized she had to stay strong.

She went to the kitchen and started cooking spaghetti. It was a recipe she had learned from Italy, one of their friends from Hetalia. She walked the warm bowls over to the living room and placed them in front of the girls. The two ate quietly. Kayla took their bowls once they were done and put on a smile.

"I think it's time to go to the hospital." The two agreed and got up. The hospital was only a ten minute walk. They were there in no time. Kayla walked up to the front desk.

"We are here to see Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy, and Matthew Williams." She told the receptionist. "Francis and Matthew are in room 406, floor number seven." Was the reply. "What about Gilbert?" Claire asked. "He is unavailable. He is in emergency surgery." Julia gasped at the news. Kayla led the girls to room 406 after thanking the woman.

Canada and France were sleeping. Kayla took Canada's hand. She kissed his forehead. "I love you Matthew." It's been a long time since she's said his name. The name lingered on her tongue. It felt like she was talking about a different person. Canada was his name but Matthew seemed more normal. But she didn't want normal. She wanted him. A tear fell down her cheek as she said that. It rolled off her face and landed on Canada's lifeless body. To her, he looked broken. Hurt. Dented. But what hurt the most. Was she couldn't do anything about it.