Haha, I noticed I missed a thing in the translation at the end of last chapter, that might make things confusing. In French, words can be feminine or masculine, and petit is the masculine form of 'small'. The feminine form would be petite. In the masculine form, the last 't' isn't pronounced, and in the feminine the 'e' is silent. Now, I won't keep you anymore, have some Romano and Iggy! ;)

Arriving, England found Romano stealthily approaching Luxembourg's house in an expensive-looking car. The Italian was driving slowly, so as to not alert their targets of his arrival. England rode up next to him and knocked on the side window. Romano jumped, and then stared for a while, noticing that England was gliding through the air, as though he was sitting on something invisible.

"England?" Romano stopped the car and got out. "What are you doing here?"

"Same as you. Saving Luxembourg." The Briton suddenly fell to the ground, as if he had gotten off a horse. Only there was no horse. Romano didn't know how to deal with this, so he chose to ignore it. Maybe he was just tired.

"I thought Netherlands was supposed to come."

"It seems he wasn't available," England scoffed.

"Hmm. Well then, let's go get those idiots out of there! "

The unlikely duo found that the door wasn't locked, and heard France's and Spain's voices from inside. Romano fumed at Spain's irresponsible behavior; the two of them were in a relationship, after all. England still just wanted to beat France up; he still hadn't forgotten that coffee incident.
Together they entered the house.

"Romano!" Spain called out happily, abandoning the door-banging to embrace his dear friend. "What are you doing here?"

"Saving Luxembourg, bastard," the smaller nation said curtly, trying to push Spain away. Spain only hugged him tighter, breathing in the Italian's smell. Sunshine and tomatoes, he thought happily.

"I really missed you," Spain whispered, and tears fell into Romano's hair.

"What the hell, Spain? How much have you been drinking?"

"Not enough," Spain answered. Not letting go of Romano, he turned towards France. "Perdón, Francia," he said, an excited smile on his face. "I'll be leaving!"

"Bon voyage!" France rolled his eyes and grinned. "Alors. Angleterre, what are you doing here?"

England had been watching silently until then.

"Saving Luxembourg," he repeated.

"No need, he isn't in any danger." France's smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

Why does he always turn like this when he's drunk? And why isn't he locked up already?

"Luxembourg claimed otherwise."

"Stay out of it. It has got nothing to do with you."

"You're violating my Treaty of London, it has got everything to do with me." England clenched his fist, but remained still. He wouldn't strike first.

"Ah, Angleterre! Why must you always spoil my fun?"

"Your 'fun' isn't funny for anyone else," England growled.

France smirked.

After a frighteningly loud thud, everything on the other side of the door went silent. Luxembourg strained his ears, anxiously waiting for an indication of who had won.
A soft knocking on the door caused Luxembourg to jump, and his throat constricted.

"It's okay." Relief caused the coldness that had entered Luxembourg's stomach to melt away. It was England's voice. "You can come out."

Luxembourg unlocked the door timidly, and made a sharp intake of breath as he saw the big bruise on England's face, right over his left eye. The clothes were torn, and numerous small wounds covered the arms.

"That's going to look horrible if you don't ice it," Luxembourg whispered, feeling sick with guilt.

"Yeah," England frowned, sounding unconcerned, "But he needs more treatment," he waved a thumb carelessly in France's direction, not bothering to even look at him.

France sat hunched with his head between his knees, having fallen after trying to get up. He whimpered something in French.

"He probably has a concussion," England said coldly. "I'll call an ambulance."

After making sure France was transported to a hospital, Luxembourg helped England clean the cuts with disinfectant and bandaged the arm, just in case, while England held a pack of ice to his eye.

"I'm sorry. And thank you." Luxembourg avoided looking England in the face, keeping his gaze fixed on the bandages.

"You're welcome…"

"Huh? What are you doing here, Iggy?"

England winced as Luxembourg jumped, accidentally prodding England's arm a bit harder than necessary as Prussia entered the room.

"Saving Luxembourg," England replied flatly.

Nooon~! I hate writing France like this! France~! Pardonnez-moi! ;A;
Song I listened to while writing: Pub and Go! Of course. ;)
Oh, and that thing about violating the Treaty of London is bullshit. He still just wants to beat France up. What is that coffee incident…? Mystère! ;D But if someone could write a fic about it, I'd be extatic! ^o^

This is the last complete chapter I have to type up, so the next one still has to be written, therefore it might take a while before it's published. Patience, my friends! ;)

TranslationS:

Perdón, Francia - Sorry, France in Spanish (I hope)
Bon voyage! - Have a nice trip!
Angleterre - England (United Kingdom)