"Ow! Be careful!" South shouted as she tried to yank her arm away, but North's grip was too tight. The girl pulled the thread, watching as it slowly closed the wound. Blood leaked out of the deep wound, it was actually kind of disgusting to look at. A deep gash in her arm that was cut to the bone. "Dadmark really screwed you up, didn't he?" She said, placing the burning tip of the needle back to South's skin. The brown haired girl watched as the needled plucked under her skin, and back out, dragging the black thread along with it. "I could say the same to you about Norway." She retorted and nodded her head to the others chest. North never removed the broken knife from her chest, knowing all too well of the rule. Never take out a blade that is in your body, it stops the blood from flowing out. It was a rule she followed all the time, concerting how much she falls on her own knives. She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled widely, her mouth opened to say something, but South interrupted her. "Wait, did you just call him Dadmark?"

North yanked the thread, completely closing the wound. She removed the needle, and jabbed it in her knee, the pain unnoticed. As she tied up the thread, South was talking about the next battle. "I wonder where they want the next battle to be? Hopefully not fucking far I don't want to walk anywhere." North hummed in agreement, not wanting to walk much either. Her body stung and burned, it was mainly her stomach and arm that burned though. She hoped that the wounds would heal faster, usually by now South would of put her out of her misery. Unfortunately, they both made a vow to each other that they wouldn't try to kill each other during the war. It would be a harder task than it sounds. The albino girl felt her heart pound slightly faster as the small dots of light started covering her vision. A soft sigh escaped her bloody lips. Dammit, if I died now I wouldn't hear the end of it from Ms. Bitch. Once the thread was knotted, South moved her arm slightly, and huffed in approval. Her wounds were completely patched up due to North going over the top, and placing a bandage on everything that bled. Meaning that South was practically covered in white. North grabbed another roll of wrapping bandages, and began to wrap up her arm. "All right, North. You want to get cleaned up or do you want to die? If you die then I will probably throw you in the canal." The honey-eyed girl smirked as North cringed, knowing that the canal flowed to the south."Id rather not wake up and die immediately by heat stroke. So I think I'd rather trust you to heal me."

North watched as the Danish and Norwegian solders cleaned the field free of the bodies of the fallen. She clicked her tongue, and tilted her head a small it before saying, "Do you think we're gonna die?" A small humph in return, causing North to shake her head slightly. South continued to clean North's wounds in silence, it was actually really annoying and tiring cleaning the wounds. The air was still a nice mix of cold and warm, due to it being October it wasn't all that surprising. The smell of blood was still overwhelming, as was the smell of the assortment of weapons that was used. I wonder how far the wind will carry the smell? North questioned, and closed her eyes, allowing herself to be condemned in the dark. South tied the wrapping bandages around her stomach, and moved them a bit, making sure that it wouldn't fall off. She then shuffled around, and looked at the blade that stuck out of North's chest. Her fingers wrapped around the handle and she pulled it out without hesitation. North's eyes shot open, and her smile twitched, feeling the blood start pouring out of the wound.

"A warning would of been nice, South." She refrained from holding her hand over the wound, and watched as South threw the blade off somewhere behind them. "Maybe you should of had your eyes open. I'm going to use magic for this one due to the fact that it's in a more serious area. I'll use magic on the burns too, but later because that involves you stripping and I don't think the people out there want to see that. If I fuck it up remember that I can't see this shit." South said as she pressed her middle finger and thumbs together to make two circles; the fingertips all touched together, making a small diamond in the middle. Her ring fingers pressed together, as did her pinkies. Lastly, her index finger curled along the thumbs, making two more smaller circles. All magicians had their own unique way of conjuring up their magic. Norway snapped his fingers, Romania spread apart all of his fingers and made a large triangle with his index fingers and thumbs, England would press his middle fingers together, ring ringers together, and pinkies. His index fingers and thumbs would be in circles and would be 'chained together', and he would hold it upside down. South just had this complicated mess, but she chose it so she couldn't complain.

North watched as a lavender flower slowly began to blossom out of the space between her pinkies and ring fingers. It was a Calendula, a flower that was meant for healing. The flower gently swayed forward like a wind was pushing it, North held up her hand in response to it. The lavender light that surrounded the flower pushed it upwards, away from South's hands. North held her hand in the way of the flower, and smiled softly as the weightless flower stopped moving, and hovered over her hand. "All right, I got it." North said, and gently kissed the flower, making it light up even and seem even more bright. She then placed the Calendula on her wound, letting the lavender light embed itself into her chest. South unraveled her hands, and watched as the wound slowly began to seal itself. "I still fuckin' got it." She clapped her hands, and started to stand up. "I'm going to heal others, if I mess up I blame you." She called out as she walked away from the field and started making the journey back to the camp sight. North smiled softly, and looked back up at the sky. She stayed on the ground, not really wanting to stress her body. As she stared at the clouds, the dots and blurs started to get more and more faint. The clouds grew darker and darker, seemingly by the second. I hope it rains soon, I like the rain. The sound and smell of it is always so comforting. She inhaled deeply, trying to see if she could smell the rain before it happened. She couldn't pick it up, but did pick up the pine tree smell again.

It was such a nice day out. The sun was covered, and brought the degrees lower than what it should of been. Clouds covered the skies beautifully, light clouds streaked the skies, complimenting the darker ones. Livid eyes glanced around the area, searching for two certain men. She spotted Norway almost automatically, but it took more time to find Denmark. She didn't fight him, so she didn't exactly know where the man was. She spotted him once she noticed black and red clothes, no one else wore those colours in the battle. He was resting on a knoll, almost curled up, like he was only resting there. Her heart felt heavy, and started to burn. "All right, all right. Jeez..." She hummed as she grabbed her knees, and winced in pain when the needle dug deeper. Shit, forgot that was there. She pulled it out, and put it in her pocket. She clicked her tongue at the small stain of blood, and pressed her hands back on her knees. Pushing herself off of the ground was a struggle, but manageable. I'd want someone to do this for me...am I even strong enough to move one of them? Well, we'll see. She then turned around, and began to scout the area. Looking around for something, anything that would be good enough. She looked around, sniffing for anything that smelt sweet, it was a hard task to find them. It wan't until she was close to the woods that she found the most suitable flowers for the two. Which happen to be a group of Aquilegia. I hope they like them. Even though we are enemies, it's common courtesy to at least do this. Her bloodied fingers gently caressed the smooth flowers before gathering bunches of them.

"And done! Who knew I could do that?" She clapped her hands and smiled at her work. The two nations laid next to each other, and were decorated with flowers. Flowers in their hair, hands, and were even scattered around them. "Enemies or not, we're all the same, and deserve to be treated with the same respect as though we were friends." She slightly bowed, and left the two nations to rest.

"North where the fuck were you? You have to see this shit I can't fucking believe it!" South shouted as she grabbed North's arm and practically dragged her passed people to a large cream coloured tent. She ripped the flap opened, and nearly threw North in it. She stumbled forward, and her hips slammed against a table. Loud clatter sounds followed when she did. South threw the flap down, and walked forward. "Do you see this shit?" North stared down at the blood covered dog tags. She inched her head up, and looked at the two men who stood on the other side of the table. One was already in salute form, while the other jolted and quickly slammed his hand on his head. The already saluted man was tall, well built. "Give me your name, soldier." She said, the smaller man looked at the other as if he were confused on who she was talking to. Though it was quite obvious, she wouldn't be looking that high if she were talking to him. "Adalard Eberhardt of southern Narnia, Sir!" He shouted, she stared at him with both amazement, and shock. "German are ya? How queer that you are willing to fight for a country that has your original land against it. Where you from, soldier?" She asked as her hands pushed through the dog tags, trying to count them all. She glanced up, the man's expression did not change, he didn't even move...not even his eyes. His stance was perfect, arm at the perfect degree for the salute, standing perfectly straight. This man was just perfect in general. If it weren't for his scar that ran down his right eye, she would of thought he was Germany. "I was born and raised here, Sir!"

"I like you...You! Name!" She quickly looked at the other man, who jumped and trembled. He tried to push up his metal glasses with the hand that was saluting. He realised his mistake, and quickly slammed the hand on his head again, his glasses slipped off his nose. "...dude just push your glasses up." North said disappointingly, not understanding why he was so nervous. Even Canada isn't this nervous. He quickly fixed his glasses, and tried to get back into position, but North stopped him. "No no, you ruined it. Just tell me your name and where you're from." She looked back down at the dog tags, and mentally cursed herself when she lost her place. As she started counting again, the short man started to panic. "Ah I-I," North cut him off, and glanced up at Eberhardt, who was still in the same position. Not a single muscle moved. "At ease, soldier. You a general? You should be." His arm dropped, but was placed behind his back where his other rested as well. "Thank you, Sir!" She looked back down at the dog tags, waiting for the other to explain who he was...but he didn't say anything. "This dipshit doesn't know how to speak, it's like he's never been in war before." South explained, and cleared her throat. She slammed her foot on the table, making North lose her place again. It also caused the man to regain his attention. "For fucks sake man, speak!"

"Y-yes, Sir! I'm Richard...Richard Smith and I...I come from...the east part of Narnia." He stammered, making South groan loudly. She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache form from how he said where he was from. She slowly said, "Nehwon...you're from...Nehwon." She cracked open an eye open to see if he understood his mistake... and sharply inhaled at his expression of pure and utter confusion. The two stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Finally, South had enough, and yelled, "Just tell the thot the casualties!" He jumped again, his glasses falling down his nose. He quickly pushed them back up, and started picking his nails. "Out of the three thousand and seven hundred soldiers, we lost four hundred and two, with six hundred and fifty seven wounded." He said, and let out a small scream and covered his face and body when North shot her head up. That can't be, I expected much more to be lost. "Are you screwing with me?" She asked, staring at the still trembling man with wide eyes. He shook his head so rapidly that his glasses almost fell off. South held her hands up, giving North a look. "See what I mean?! This is insane!" She grabbed North's shoulders and shook them. "North we won the battle with fucking four hundred casualties!"

South removed her boots and socks, and stretched her toes. "Nice to finally be able to sit down and not have to worry about doing shit." She said as she neatly placed her boots next to her makeshift pillow. She slung her socks over the wire that ran from on side of the tent to the other. North would of done the same, but she was already completely undressed. South looked at the bullet hole in her jeans, and picked at it. "I can stitch your clothes too, if you want." North hummed, running the needle through the slid on the back of her jacket. South rubbed her aching feet, and nodded. "I guess. I'll wash them later too, then." The albino girl nodded, and rotated her stiff shoulders. "North, you need to wear underclothes that are other than white. You look like you're naked." South got on her knees, and removed her belt. She slipped her jacket off of her shoulders, and threw it at North, feeling quite proud that it hit her in the face. The girl shook her head to let the jacket fall off, and continued to stitch after it fell next to her. Other articles of clothing flew at her, but none of them stopped her stitching. "Then you should wear something other than Satanic bras." North replied, smiling when South groaned loudly and flopped on her back. A thin sheet was the only thing between her back, and the ground. "First of all, North, this bra isn't Satanic. It might be black and red, and the back might form a pentagram. Yeah, never mind it's Satanic."

After she finished fixing the clothes, North handed them to South, who sneered. "Took you long enough. I'll just put on my clothes and take them out to the canal. The current shouldn't be that strong yet, so nothing should get washed away." She almost snatched her clothes, but a shadow covered the front of their tent. The two stopped moving, and stared at the shadow. It seemed to be moving its arms, and waiting. "Soldier, this is a privet tent. You should know not to-" The flap ripped open, causing the two girls to scream. North held the clothes over her, and lifted her legs a bit, while South grabbed the end of her sheet and held it up. "AAAAaaaaa...aa...ah...East?" North slowly dropped her legs, and looked at the red-haired man. South was still holding the sheet over her body, and was tempted to grab her gun. East cleared his throat, and was tapping his finger tips together. That itself gave the Narnians a clue on what happened. He took a shaky breath, and bowed slightly. "Sorry...I panicked." His voice was hush, as though he didn't want them to really hear. The silence proved that they did, and he waited for the response that he's been expecting since he did it. The two girls slowly looked at each other...and started screaming again.

"The fuck did you do?!" South shouted, the two girls followed the pacing man around. Some soldiers crowded around to figure out what was going on. The girls were in their still bloody clothes, but right now it didn't bother them. What did bother them was what East did. "Did you blow up another village? Did you almost destroy a world icon again? Did you set another capital on fire? How many towns did you flood? Canterbury Von, what the hell did you do!?" South shouted, and turned a sharp corner when East turned. Her ankle almost twisted, but she somehow kept it from doing so. Anger boiled inside of her like the center of the Earth, her face was flushed and her fingernails dug so deep in her palms that they started to bleed. He shook his head, his twisted hair bounced side to side, and continued to tap his finger tips together. His pace quickened with every turn. "You aren't going to like it." He muttered, South tried to grab his shoulder, but he turned again. North, who was getting a little tired of the ring-around-the-rosy game, ran in front of him, stopping him from walking any more circles. She grabbed his hands, and held them tightly in her own. Her smile softened, and she whispered, "East it's okay, friend, just tell us what you did. It can't be that-"

"I might of pissed of Russia and he threatened to use his explosives."