"Stairs. Are. Evil," Gilbert hissed. He was clutching the railing to the stairs. It had been a day since he was able to finally stand up and walk around the room. And he wanted to see if he could make it down the stairs. And now here he was, stuck in the middle of the stairs, with Alfred laughing his ass off just above him.

Alfred had been nice enough to give Gilbert a long sleeve gray shirt and jeans. But that was where his kindness ended.

"The funny part is when you try to use your right hand to attach to the railing," Alfred sat down on a stair.

"Don't make me hurt you," Gilbert glared at him.

"I would dare you, but that might make you pass out again," Alfred burst out laughing.

"Arshloch," Gilbert muttered, glaring at the American.

"I could help you," Mathew said quietly on the other side of Gilbert.

"No way," Gilbert laughed slightly, but didn't mean it. "I'm so awesome, I can do this on my own."

"If you're sure," Mathew muttered and Gilbert winced as he took another step. Turns out, he had badly sprained both of his legs. That was what he got for running his hardest on his first time. And he was still slightly dizzy whenever he walked around. He had that small feeling in the back of his throat that felt like he was about to puke. But he wanted to finally walk, so he was doing that.

"I could always push you down the stairs," Alfred laughed. "That'd make you go faster."

"I will seriously kill you," Gilbert hissed and tried to turn around, but he misplaced his foot and wound up tripping backwards down the stairs. And Mathew turned out to be of no help, turning intangible just as Gilbert was about to touch him. Gilbert managed to avoid hitting his head as he slammed down on the stairs, but his back got nailed and he finally stopped moving at the foot of the stairs, his feet still on the steps.

Gilbert twitched when he heard Alfred busting up laughing.

"Ow," Gilbert snapped, propping himself up on his elbows.

"That was all your fault, dude!" Alfred laughed as he made his way down the stairs. "You can't even work your feet right yet!"

That was it for Gilbert. Gritting his teeth, he quickly stood up and grabbed onto the front of Alfred's shirt with his left hand, pulling his right hand behind him in a fist, ignoring the pain that brought to his wrist.

"Don't make me do it," Gilbert threatened.

"You do know that's your broken wrist, right?" Alfred grinned his cocky grin. "You won't even be able to put a scratch on me with that, dude!"

"You're annoying," Gilbert shoved him away. He still felt dizzy and his legs hurt, but at least he was standing on his own now.

"Ah, so you are finally awake, mon ami," Francis' voice purred and someone wrapped an arm around Gilbert's shoulder. Miraculously, Gilbert's shoulders were the only part of him that wasn't seriously injured.

Gilbert looked over to the side and found Francis' right next to him.

"Please tell me you aren't gonna rape me," Gilbert stated bluntly.

"Oh, non, non, non," Francis shook his head. "That is only for the special ones. Like mon Arthur."

"I'm not sure whether to be offended or thankful," Gilbert said, swinging out from under Francis' arm.

"Glad to see you walking around, amigo," Antonio's voice chimed. Gilbert turned around and saw him standing up from the couch in the living room.

"Me, too," Gilbert muttered

"Coming through!" shouted an unfamiliar voice to Gilbert and someone ran in front of him and towards the kitchen.

"Dammit, Venenziano!" another voice yelled and another figure ran in front of Gilbert, following the other one. "I told you that you couldn't keep it!"

"Who the hell was that?" Gilbert asked.

"Bloody hell," Arthur muttered, he was sitting up from the couch. "I can't get one hour of peace in this house."

"That was just Feli and Lovi~" Antonio smiled.

"Judging by their actions, I think Feli found another turtle," Alfred stated.

"A turtle?" Gilbert asked.

"Fratello! Don't throw it out the window!" a ruckus came from the kitchen.

"I told you not to keep it, idiot," the second voice snapped.

"But it was just so cute!" the other one protested.

"Let's go make sure Lovino doesn't kill him," Alfred stated and everyone in the room started for the kitchen, Gilbert at the back of the line.

"Lovino, put that down!" Arthur yelled the second he stepped into the kitchen, running further in.

"This is my turtle, fratello!" that first voice yelled out weakly. "Ah! Don't hurt me! I give up!"

"What the hell?" Gilbert laughed as he walked into the kitchen. The scene that had apparently unfolded was Alfred was holding an unfamiliar person with dark brown hair with an odd curl sticking out of it and brown eyes and Arthur, Mathew, and Francis trying to yank something away from another person with lighter brown hair with an odd curl and matching brown eyes. Antonio seemed to be trying to calm the darker color haired one.

"Don't worry," Alfred chuckled. The boy he was holding back seemed to be fighting against him with all of his might, but Alfred had no problems holding him back. It almost seemed like the wind was picking up in the room all of a sudden. "They do this kind of thing all the time."

"Now, Lovi," Antonio said to the boy. Gilbert figured it was safe to say that one was Lovino. "You should calm down, si? Take deep breaths."

"Feli," Arthur grunted from the other side of the room. "Give me the turtle."

"No! Why can't I keep him?" the one Gilbert guessed was Feli yelled out. He sounded pretty pathetic, to be honest.

"Does this look like a place the turtle wants to live?" Francis tried.

"But I felt a connection with him!" Feli complained.

"I'm sure you felt that way about the deer, too," Alfred yelled over from his spot holding Lovino back.

"Hey!" Feli yelled just as Arthur rushed over to Gilbert and shoved something in his hands. Gilbert winced, pulling his right hand away, leaving the thing in his left hand. He looked down at it and it was a turtle. It looked petrified, trying to get inside its shell.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with a turtle?" Gilbert asked, looking down at the thing.

"Just set it free outside," Arthur begged as he went back to Feli, who had just started crying. Gilbert stared back down at the turtle for a second.

And then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen. On his way to the front door, he muttered to himself, "The first animal I see in real life and it's a turtle. Kind of a letdown…" He opened the front door and crouched down to set the turtle safely on the ground.

"So now you've met the last two," Alfred said behind Gilbert as he stood up.

"Great family you got here," Gilbert laughed.

"Technically, we're all each other's got," Alfred leaned against the doorframe. "Hey, since you can finally move now, you should help me with my job to get firewood."

"Why would I do that?" Gilbert asked. "Aren't I still recovering?"

"Physical therapy, dude!" Alfred said happily.

"You do realize I just fell down the stairs right in front of you and you did nothing to help me," Gilbert crossed his arms in front of him. "I'm still mad at you."

"Okay, let me change the way I'm saying this," Alfred said, grabbing onto Gilbert's left wrist. He started pulling Gilbert out into the forest. "You're helping me find firewood."

"Are you really forcing me to get wood from a forest?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I could have pulled you by your other wrist," Alfred looked back at him.

"I don't even know how you're supposed to get firewood," Gilbert grumbled.

"Then get kindling," Alfred finally let go, now that Gilbert had no idea where he was. "Just pick up random twigs from the ground."

"Yes, now I feel useful," Gilbert sighed sarcastically.

"Just don't go too far," Alfred said, walking off in some random direction. "I'm gonna go chop some wood."

"You're leaving an injured person alone in the woods," Gilbert stated. "That sounds smart."

"Shut up," Alfred sighed as he disappeared in the trees.

"Picking up sticks," Gilbert sighed, stooping down to pick up a stick from the ground. "Feeling awesome." He started walking in a random direction, picking up random sticks as he went along. He kept going until he walked into an opening with a small pond at the edge of it. Curious, he walked over to the edge and looked over the pool of water. This was his first time really getting a good look at his face. Aside from some bruises and cuts, he looked pretty fine. His skin was pretty pale. And his hair really was white and his eyes really were red.

And then Gilbert noticed the bandage wrapped around his head. It made him look a lot like an idiot. So he dropped the sticks in his left hand and used it to rip the bandage off. He let it fall to the ground and was about to pick up the sticks again, when he heard someone behind him.


Sorry this one's kind of short. But I've had trouble writing. I don't think it's so much writer's block, but it's just that I'm too lazy to actually write now... Yay, Summer Break...

Review, please.

And I do not own Hetalia or Snow White.