The Message of Christmas

...speaking so calmly, but... any sudden move... trigger. And as much as... excuse to kill him... he might have... three bullets.

Part... fell down. And...

He had never really had to fight... watched him fight... never before... relieved. ––– would kill him. It would... make it.

He dodged... letting loose... by a few inches as the smaller... out of the way, returning the fire. One hit... shoulder... ignore it.

...second time. This time he... which was holding the... foot fell through the burnt... panic...

...shot again.


'I am beginning to dread falling asleep. He is always there, waiting. Waiting to kill me? Why? I don't know and I doubt there is a reason. I read in a book once you are not supposed to be able to die in a dream. You always wake up right before it happens. Then again such thoughts cannot apply to everyone. Maybe it is possible to die in your dream. Maybe those who do just don't ever wake up.

I don't want to find out whether that is the case. Certainly not from first hand experience. But whatever is the case I do not want to see him anymore. I want him out of my head.

Whoever he is.'


"Are you sure it vasn't you dat put dem here, Miss Elizaveta?" Ludwig asked, staring into his boot. Hungary snapped a picture of his face, despite the sceptical look. It was his first Christmas season after all. Just because he did not want to believe in Santa Claus did not mean he was not going to be enjoying himself.

"Funny, you didn't complain about the Adventskalender," Austria said, amused. Hungary giggled as he kissed her cheek.

"Because I vasn't told to beliefe dat some person I've nefer met came to de house in de middle of de night to put candy in my shoe," Ludwig responded quietly, taking one of the candies out.

"Well if you don't want them..." Austria began, but Ludwig clutched his shoe to himself. Austria frowned.

"Like you need to eat any more candy," Hungary poked at Austria's stomach. Oh, it was where it always was, but remind Austria about how much cake he ate and the man would start getting defensive.

"'Any more'?" Austria scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Ludwig covered up a laugh. Aster sat as stiff as a board, nose in the air and her bottom jaw pressed up against Ludwig's hip.

"Don't you dare give those dogs any of that candy," Hungary warned him, just as it seemed Ludwig was about to.

"But Miss Elizaveta..."

"None, Ludwig. It's not good for them."

"But it's not fair dat dey get noding vhen I do!" Ludwig protested.

Austria sighed. "Then we can go out and get something specifically for them later. Something that won't get them ill."

Ludwig seemed somewhat satisfied with that and ate the piece of candy he was about to give Aster. Aster let out a whine.

"You heard dem," Ludwig said to her. Aster's ears went back.

"Speaking of which, you still need to clean up the mud they tracked into the kitchen," Austria reminded him. Hungary scowled at him.

"Can't that wait until we've lit the second candle?" she asked. From the corner of her eye she could almost see Ludwig's perk up like Aster would. Then a quick thought.

"Ant can ve light de candle later?" Ludwig's words practically dove to get out of the chore. Funny, how over the year they had had him he had gone from trying to clean everything for them to trying to occasionally get out of the chores.

"I think not," Austria retorted, walking over to Ludwig and turning him around by the shoulders into the next room, Blackie followed. Aster continued to sit there, staring at Hungary.

"Don't you dare," she ordered. Aster cocked her head.

Hungary found herself going to the kitchen to give the dog a spoonful of peanut butter.


Ludwig was completely overwhelmed by Munich this time of the year. It was as if the entire place had suddenly become devoted to this holiday Mister Roderich and Miss Elizaveta called Christmas. It felt important to Ludwig. Maybe more than how his caretakers described it.

There was something about rebirth. Another chance. Ludwig had yet to understand it all yet, but he hoped in time he would.

Ludwig stayed behind the other two to make certain Austria would not catch him laughing at the thin string Hungary had tied around her and his wrist so as to make certain she would not loose the man. To see him wandering off in a certain direction merely to be tugged back to Hungary's side was probably more funny than anything Ludwig had ever seen. Still, Austria would not appreciate it and Ludwig would rather stay on his good side during this holiday.

"Dere you are, Wessi!" Ludwig turned around to have an arm slung about his shoulders and looking straight into the face of Gilbert. "Damn! You're getting as tall as me now!"

"Gilbert!" Ludwig exclaimed, shocked by his sudden appearance. "Vha... you knew I vas here?"

"Vell, I figured you'd be here eventually." Gilbert shrugged. "It's your capital ant everyding. Ant it's Christmas."

"Christmas season," Ludwig started to correct, but stopped as Gilbert pushed a small box and a wrapped bottle into his hands.

"I von't be able to stop by on Christmas Eve... so happy Christmas, Wessi."

"But..." Ludwig stared down at the two packages, a sudden panic welling up in him. "But I don't hafe anyding for you yet!"

"Don't vorry 'bout it," Gilbert shrugged, patting Ludwig's shoulder, looking around at the lit streets.

"But I do!" Ludwig protested, looking from Gilbert's face to the hand on his shoulder. Suddenly he was struck with inspiration. Sticking the bottle and small box under his arm he started taking off his gloves.

"Vhat are you doing?" Gilbert asked, confused.

"Our hands are de same size," Ludwig told him.

"Our... hands?"

"Here." Ludwig handed him his gloves. Gilbert only seemed able to stare at them for a moment, before taking them.

"I... vell..." Gilbert stared down at the new gloves, swallowing. "Danks." He cleared his throat, gesturing toward the box as he looked away. "Vhy don't you open it?"

Ludwig opened the bottle shaped present first to find that it had concealed a bottle. He stared at the label for a moment. "Schnapps?"

"Schnapps," Gilbert repeated, a giant grin on his face.

"Isn't dis... alcohol?" Ludwig asked, peering intently at the bottle.

"Oh yes," Gilbert said happily. "You're old enough for it. Now open de oder one." Ludwig did so, revealing a pocket knife. He picked it out, pulling out a small screwdriver. "Swiss army knife," Gilbert informed him, resting his head against Ludwig's shoulder. "Use it for anyding, MacGyver."

"Who?" Ludwig asked. Gilbert shook his head.

"Just don't play vith both at de same time," Gilbert warned, pressing a kiss against his temple before walking off, toward Hungary and Austria, pulling on the gloves. "Eliza! You should spent Christmas Efe vith me~ Oh for Fritz's sake! Just because of mistletoe? You two should keep that indoors, you'll scar everyone for life! Or you could let me join..."

Ludwig stared back down at his presents. His presents. From Gilbert.

He smiled.


"Romano?"

Romano swore, hoping that Spain would not hear him. All he had wanted was to be able to get something to eat for himself for once, that was it! Without having to have someone help him, without being reminded that he could barely move on his own without dropping or breaking something, without being reminded he could barely walk.

He might have been sitting on the floor in the larder, but at least he was doing it by himself, dammit.

Romano reached up toward the shelf. He had no idea what he was grabbing, he had been unable to coordinate himself to turn on the light, but whatever it was it damn well should be edible. He growled as he managed to feel a jar against his fingers. He grabbed it and pulled it off.

Only to have it drop and break next to him.

Pickles. It was pickles.

"Dammit!"

"Romano!" The light turned on and Romano swore again, shutting his eyes. "Oh! Are you all right? I'm sorry, if you'd told me you were hungry I would have–"

"Shut up!" Romano shouted at him. "I said shut up! I can do it myself!"

Spain did stay quiet for a moment, staring down at him with that look Romano hated. It had been showing up a lot more recently, since his increase in power. It scared him and his shakes would become worse.

Finally though, finally he sighed and it was the Spain that Romano was much more used to dealing with. Spain squatted down, wiping some of the juice off of his cheek. Which he should not be doing! But Romano could not force himself to push him away.

"After we eat..." Spain started quietly, "we should go out shopping. You want to be able to get something for your brother, don't you?"

"No!" Romano protested, trying to fight back tears. The last thing he wanted was to prove that he could not walk around! He was not going to crawl in front of Spain!

He would walk.

"Of course you do!" Spain smiled obliviously. "Veneziano's already been going out and buying presents."

Veneziano, who had at least stopped trying to say that Germany was still walking around. Romano swallowed, trying not to scream at the thought of it. Actually, at the thought of it, being picked up by Spain seemed tolerable.

And that was what happened.

Damn Germany.


The 'Christmas feeling' was infectious. Mister Roderich had mentioned something about it being world-wide, so that would make sense, right? Ludwig had only seen a globe of the world once, briefly. From where he was able to quickly find his own land the entire place seemed huge. The planet was enormous and everywhere celebrated it? It seemed impossible and yet... yet Ludwig could believe it.

Even in Kehl, where he found himself now. On the edge of himself, looking over toward a land neither Hungary or Austria would tell him about. He was told so little, but Ludwig was starting to understand why. His fingers played with the edge of the box of chocolates he had bought for Austria. Not as a Christmas present. Just... because.

It took him a while, but finally Ludwig managed to make himself ask. "Was ist das dort drüben für eine Stadt?" he asked a passerby, one of his people.

"Straßburg," the Human said in good nature. "Ein Teil GBs."

"GB?"

"Großbritannien," the man continued. "Das Vereinigte Königreich, bestehend aus England, Schottland, Irland, Wales und seit neustem auch Frankreich." How the man could be so kind about what Ludwig was deciding must be common knowledge Ludwig had no idea. "Hinter dem Rhein, das ist Frankreich."

"Frankreich..." Ludwig stared across the water. "Dankeschön," he remembered to say, looking back over to the man.

"Das Mindeste, was ich für mein Land machen kann," he smiled, tipping his hat and continuing on his way. Ludwig stared after him for a moment before looking back over across the way. He wondered how different it was over there. And that is how Ludwig found himself in Strasbourg.

Why was it that things did not seem so different? It was not his place, nor Austria's or Hungary's. It should seem so different. But... there were still just people in the streets, still people shopping for Christmas presents, still...

Maybe we're all more similar than we know.

Ludwig ducked out of the way as more crowds would pass through, speaking in a language he did not understand, occasional English thrown in as well. Unable to understand the majority of what was being said reminded Ludwig that he probably should not be here. And it was when he was heading out of the city that he saw the Nation.

Or the Nation saw him first. All Ludwig knew was that he was struck by the size of the other's eyebrows and that thinking as such was a very rude observation. He was in a wheelchair, messy blond hair which looked as if he had simply took scissors to it a month ago because he could not bother to cut it correctly, but had not wanted to bother spending time in a salon.

But it was those green eyes. How they stared at him as if he knew something that should be apparently obvious. Ludwig felt himself trembling for a reason he could not comprehend. The other Nation stood up from where he was across the now seemingly empty path.

With that Ludwig could not think. He simply reacted.

"Happy Christmas!" Ludwig shouted. And with that the other stopped.

"Happy..." came a very rusty, faint voice from the Nation. Ludwig held out the box of chocolates.

"Happy Christmas," Ludwig repeated. The Nation fell back into the wheelchair, starting to cry. Ludwig's first impulse was to run, but he fought it and took a few steps to cross the distance between them. The crying seemed to instigate some coughing from the Nation. Ludwig set the box down on the arm of the wheelchair which the other was not leaning against.

"What's..." The Nation coughed once more, bringing out a spotted red handkerchief to cover his mouth, ignoring the tear stains on his cheeks. Once he managed to catch his breath he turned his face up to him. "What's your... name?"

"Ludwig," Ludwig answered, before thinking better of it. "Ah... New Germany, but no one calls me dat."

He wondered why that was the case.

The Nation appeared to consider that, staring back down at the box. "Enjoy... your Christmas, Ludwig. Enjoy all what you can. You'll never know... when it will be gone." With that, the Nation wheeled himself around and left Ludwig there in the street.

And Ludwig wondered why everyone always recognized him when they never knew who he was.


He made certain to come in as quietly as he could. Scotland and Ireland were likely not to be here, but if they were they would be crashed out on the couch or the floor. Wales was likely to be asleep in his room, not that it was easy to wake him. If France was up England was more likely to punch him in the bloody throat for making an effort England did not want him to be making yet.

Honestly, he used to think the day he would marry France to save him from death would be the day the world had gone completely insane. England was wrong about that. He married France a few months after that.

Disgusting on every level.

He was not going to think of his journey to Strasbourg right now. He would not think about it. It was a coincidence. It was a German boy from across the river. Just a coincidence. After all, Germany was dead. And that boy had only wished him a good Christmas.

England set the box of chocolates down on the table, staring at them for a moment. What constituted a good Christmas? For so many years Christmas required him to show up at a party just because some stupid Ameri–

What constituted a good Christmas? England looked down at where his hands were clutching the arms of his wheelchair. And he stood up. His legs almost did not support him, he nearly fell back, but he gripped at the table in front of him, gritting his teeth and willing that his body did as he asked it, because hell if he was going to spend this Christmas in a wheelchair.

"Arthur? What are you doing?"

That could only be one person. Only one person could shout that quietly now. England felt like throwing something at him, because Francis knew very well that he was likely to hurt himself speaking so loudly, to hurt himself standing up.

Just like England, actually. But England could care less about himself right now. This self of his was worthless. Could not protect the people close to him, absolutely worthless.

"You should sit back down," France continued, his very light grip on England's shoulders. Funny, how he had not realized when France had been able to walk so well again. No, he had not missed it. France was just walking now, using up all of his remaining strength, because he was worried about England. Worried about him? England snarled, kicking at the wheelchair (almost falling over in the process) and making it roll out of the room.

"I won't!" he shouted.

He sounded like a petulant child. He sounded as though his throat was bleeding. France was looking at him as if he had never heard him speak before. It had only been a year. Honestly.

"Mon cher," came France's soft voice, almost reverent, as he hugged him with the arm not contained in a sling. England wanted to have the choice to push him away. But they were both so weak...

Because of Germany.

That boy Ludwig...? New Germany?

England gestured for France to take a chocolate.

It was Germany's fault. Damn him. England bit his lip, preferring to bleed than to cry again.

Damn Germany.


"Ludwig! You came!"

"I shoult never hafe given you my number," Ludwig sighed as he walked up the snowy hill toward Feliciano. Not that he really needed to, as Feliciano ran toward him and gave him a hug. Ludwig tried to continue thinking what he had been about to say. "You... you to know dat M-mister Roderich was in de room with me! If I hadn't h-hat de phone on vibrate..."

"What?" Feliciano asked curiously, staring at him.

Ludwig shook his head, looking away. Feliciano was unlikely to realize the gravity of the situation. He had suggested once, nervously, that Feliciano try and read the atmosphere. That only made Feliciano start to laugh so hard he fell over. Not that Feliciano needed to laugh very hard to fall over.

"I gave you mine, it was only right that I have yours too!" Feliciano said as if that was an absolute truth before he pressed his face back into his shoulder. Ludwig spluttered, face turning red. "Ve~ Ludwig! You're growing so fast, you'll be as tall as me soon!"

"R-really?" Ludwig coughed as Feliciano finally let go of him.

"Absolutely," Feliciano nodded. "Probably taller..."

"Uh... okay," Ludwig shrugged, pulling out his first box. "I brought some cake."

"Cake! You shouldn't have!" Feliciano exclaimed, plopping himself on the ground and pulling out one of his boxes. "I brought pasta!"

Ludwig laughed, sitting down next to him. "I shoult hafe known..."

"You should?"

"Yeah," Ludwig nodded as Feliciano served them. How was it that this seemed normal? Probably because Ludwig had come to the conclusion he was unlikely to understand Feliciano, no matter how long they spent together.

Maybe with that being a constant he did not mind as much.

When he was done serving them and Ludwig had started digging into his bowl of pasta, Feliciano reached behind him, pulling out something red. "Merry early Christmas Ludwig!"

It was underwear. Ludwig nearly choked on his pasta.

"Dat's... how is dis appropriate?" Ludwig practically squeaked. Feliciano stared at him oddly.

"How's it not?" Feliciano questioned. If Ludwig flushed anymore he was likely to pass out. He could not take that, no! From Feliciano? Oh no, no, no... "In my country if you wear these on the last day of the year you'll have a good next year!"

Ludwig managed to think past his embarrassment for a moment. "Vhat does vearing someding at a certain time hafe to do vith de quality of someone's year?"

"Luck!" Feliciano continued brightly. Ludwig reached over, shakily taking it and trying very hard not to look at what he was holding. He set it down next to him on his other side. Any luck and he might forget about it.

Would that be good or not?

Ludwig cleared his throat, willing his head to forget about what just happened, if only for a moment. "Ah... here. Happy Christmas, Feliciano."

Feliciano took it and opened it quickly, staring with absolute happiness at its contents. His entire reaction was embarrassing, frankly. Ludwig did not know what else to say. Feliciano hugged him and Ludwig dropped his plate and ended up on his back in the grass.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

It was just paint, but Ludwig could not find himself arguing against the reason which found Feliciano on top of him with his arms around his torso. Ludwig hugged him back.

"It... it vas noding." Except it was not.

"It's snowing! Look Ludwig!"

Ludwig looked and laughed at the wonder of white blanketing everything in sight.


The decorations were almost complete. And one more candle to light. Hungary smiled at the lights. She wanted to be able to catch Ludwig's face when he saw the tree for the first time. On camera and everything. This Christmas was going to be perfect. She was distracted by a knock on the door and in being the only one home (remember, pick Austria up at six before he tries to get home himself), she went to answer it.

"Package for New Germany."

"I'll take that," she smiled, instant curiosity welling within her. Had Austria sent for something? But then it would have come to Austria and he would have given it to Ludwig. Had Ludwig bought something and had it sent?

She looked down at the parcel. It was from England.

Why would England send Ludwig a Christmas package? Hungary gripped the box tightly. More importantly, how did England even know about Ludwig? After France...

After America.

This was not something to discuss over the holidays.


It was Christmas Eve. Well, yet to be the Eve, it was only the afternoon. But still Ludwig found that his heart was pounding in his chest. He could not wait! He told himself it was ridiculous, that it was a day of which by now he was certain he had asked enough questions to understand what would happen. He knew what it would be like. Figuratively speaking, from other peoples' perspectives.

Which meant not at all. And Feliciano mentioned how he could never grown tired of Christmas. And for once Ludwig was hoping that time would pass more quickly.

"Calm down, nothing is going anywhere without you," Hungary grinned at him.

"Actually, plenty of things are," Austria said distractedly, probably because Hungary was massaging his shoulders. Ludwig was rather jealous right now. He only had Blackie sleeping behind him and Aster licking at his shoe.

Hungary blew at Austria's hair, causing the man to make noises of protest. "You'll have to excuse me," she began, causing Austria to moan and drop his head back against her. "Someone has to start making the dinner."

"Don't let us stop you," Ludwig smirked into Aster's coat. Hungary rolled her eyes sarcastically and headed to the kitchen.

"Excited, I take it," Austria said, in his usual way. If Ludwig had not known better, he would say there was nothing that did excite Austria.

But he knew better. He was never going to unsee that.

"A little," Ludwig lied carefully. "It's new ant all. I'm curious."

The doorbell sounded and Austria rose to his feet. "People calling today? Just as long as it isn't Hungary's new boss. I know children find us fascinating, but displaying us to their families is just ridiculous..."

Ludwig struggled with himself – seeing whoever was at the door versus possibly being asked to help with supper. Both sounded wonderful, but if it was a Nation at the door!

"Bleib," he told Blackie and Aster, getting to his feet and following after Mister Roderich. He peeked around the corner to see whoever it was. He had been let in the house, but had not gotten farther than the door being shut behind him. He wore a hat and a scarf, not taking them off, he was not going to be staying long.

The scarf the man wore was blue.

Blau, blau, blau...

This hat did not obscure his face. Something reminded Ludwig of fire, of the ships on the Northern coast. Something reminded him of town, where he had seen him once befo–

Weil mein Schatz ein Seemann, Seemann ist.

It was him. It was the man he had run away from. Ludwig could feel his heart pounding, the pressure in his head. He wanted to run, but to where? This was his home, this was where he was supposed to be safe. If he was not safe here–

"Ludwig." Austria's voice snapped him out of his mental fright. Enough so that Ludwig managed to not seem as though he were panicking. "Come over here, I would like to introduce you to Japan."

Ludwig edged over, hands gripped in front of him as he came to stand by Austria. He managed to glance up at the Nation called Japan. His face was blank, as were his eyes. No emotion at all.

But in front of him, just like Ludwig, his hands were clasped together as if to abate his own nerves.

"Ah... Merry Christmas, New Germany-san," Japan bowed slightly. Ludwig glanced toward Austria, hoping beyond reason the other would give him some hint as to what to do.

"M-merry Christmas to you... Japan," Ludwig swallowed. Then he bowed as well, though much more lowly than Japan. Was it wrong? Ludwig simply wanted to run for it.

"Japan... helped us out a lot when we first took you in," Austria said, slightly stiff himself.

Japan gave a small nod at that. "I apologize for interrupting your holiday."

"I'm sorry!" Ludwig burst out. Japan blinked. "You voultn't hafe hat to help dem if I vastn't around, I'fe only been trouble since I came here, I didn't know dat you voult be bodered as vell and I–"

"Ge–New Germany-san!"

Ludwig bit his tongue, looking down. Japan did not say anything else, but Ludwig could not force himself to look back up at the other to see what sort of impression he might have taken of him.

Not that Japan seemed like the sort who would show his reaction. Other than his sudden outcry... he did not seem to care. Ludwig felt as if he were suffocating.

"I'm sorry for intruding."

"Not at all, Japan. I will hear from you upon the New Year?"

"Hai, Austria-san."

Only when the door shut did Ludwig allow the sob to escape from his lips. Austria came over, a hand coming under his chin and forcing Ludwig to look at him.

"Did he scare you?" Austria asked quietly. Ludwig swallowed, nodding. He did not know why. There was no reason to be scared. There was no reason at all. "He is the top power of the world and you are a Nation which has been founded on the idea of another. A single displeasure from him and he could destroy you. You have every right to be afraid."

Ludwig's shoulders heaved, tears streaming down his face. Austria let go of his chin, enfolding Ludwig in his arms. Ludwig gripped the front of Austria's jacket tightly.

"But no reason. Japan is fair and kind, if still unused to his newly found position. I assure you, Ludwig, that the last thing on his mind is to harm you in any way. He wants the best for you, as Elizaveta and I do. That is why he helped us, so we could help you. Do you understand?"

"B-but y-y-you ant... ant M-miss..." Ludwig buried his face into Austria's chest.

"Elizaveta and I would have cared for you with or without his help. You are not trouble, Ludwig. Well..." A chuckle escaped him and Ludwig could feel it in his temple. "You are trouble, but the kind Eliza and I rather like. In fact, I don't know what we would do without you. In case you haven't noticed, the both of us are a quite fond of you."

Ludwig's heart had stopped trying to leap out of his chest. "I'm... I'm not too annoying?" he managed to say, voice muffled into Austria's coat.

Austria sighed. "I'll tell you a secret. The only time you are not annoying is when you call me Mister and Elizaveta Miss."

Ludwig pulled back from Mister Roderich, wiping his face off with the back of his glove, looking him in the face.

"If you say so, Roderich."

Roderich smiled and ruffled his hair.


It was after dinner that the bell rang. Ludwig laughed as he ran to see the Christmas tree.

And that night he had the dream again.


"This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone." ~ Taylor Caldwell (1900-1985), English novelist.

"Was ist das dort drüben für eine Stadt?" = "What is the city over there?"

"Straßburg. Ein Teil GBs" = "Strasbourg. Part of GB."

"Großbritannien. Das Vereinigte Königreich, bestehend aus England, Schottland, Irland, Wales und seit neustem auch Frankreich. Hinter dem Rhein, das ist Frankreich" = "Great Britain. The United Kingdom, made up of England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and just recently France.That is France, across the Rhine."

"Frankreich... Dankeschön" = "France... Thank you."

"Das Mindeste, was ich für mein Land machen kann" = "Least I can do for my country."

For my fellow inhabitants of Alfred, to explain a bit about the traditions of a Germany Christmas which we do not have:

Christmas is celebrated on Christmas Eve. An Adventskranz is a wreath with four candles on it and each Sunday before Christmas a candle is lit. On the 6th of December it is said St. Nikolaus comes in the night and children either got the golden rod for being bad or they get small presents for being good, which is put in their boots that the children have cleaned the night before.

Thank you again Rinael for all of this knowledge.


A report on the condition of the nation of South Italy, as displayed by a Human body:

-Hairline fractures of the occipital bone.

-Broken left radial bone.

-Right clavicle fracture.

-Compacted fractures of both tarsals, fibula, and femurs.

-Four broken ribs.

-Healing bruises on forehead, left pectoral, back, and both legs.

-Healing lacerations on the back of both arms.

Believed to have acquired these injuries by being struck three to four times, fracturing his right clavicle and breaking two or three of his ribs and then falling out of a window about 8 meters above the ground, where he landed on his heels and then fell back, head hitting stone. Evidence of self-defence.

-Healing slowly.


A report on the condition of the nation of France, as displayed by a Human body:

-Hairline fractures of the occipital and parietal bones.

-Shattered right humerus and carpus bones.

-Broken right ulna and radius bones.

-Fractured right ilium bone.

-Bruised lumbar vertebrae.

-Five broken ribs.

-Healing bruises everywhere but for the stomach and the back of both legs.

-Healing lacerations in the same areas.

Believed to have acquired these injuries by being beaten by a muscular man around 180 cm tall with hands and feet. Suggested scenario of being struck into a wall before falling to the floor in fetal position. Evidence of self defence.

-Healing slowly.


Merry fictional Christmas.