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Slowly, France stood up, careful not to disturb his precious cargo. Prussia, ever blunt, was the first to break the silence.
"What za fuck..?"
France glared. His narrowed eyes soften as they fell on Spain, who was staring at th sleeping girl's face sadly as he quietly spoke, not looking away.
"What happened?"
France sighed.
"Seems she relived a traumatic experience of sorts. Very traumatic. " He stopped as he felt himself getting upset.
The three were close enough that they knew nothing else needed to be said as they walked across the ball room, heading towards the hotel room with the girl being carried asleep once again. A hush fell over those who noticed the somber and quasi unconscious foursome, but they were soon left in the dust. The Infamous Bad Touch Trio was known for many things, but not necessarily for their overly nurturing motherliness. Yet here they were anxiously hurrying to get this helpless girl into a warm bed, and to ward away any harm that may come to her.
Who would have figured.
They sat around impatiently whilst she slept, a tiny thing all wrapped up in blankets and eventually, about an hour later, she stirred. Her large eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly, and she shot up, seeing Prussia first.
" Wh-What happened?" She asked, confused as to how she had unwittingly ended up in this bed again.
Prussia stared at her intensly, missing the question. She got scared.
"Pr-Prussia? " She whimpered.
He looked surprised,and even more so when he saw her frightened expression.
"What? Oh, ja, Um... I'm glad you're awake!" He tried.
She didn't fall for it, and she was getting nervous.
"H-how did I end up here a-again, Prussia." She said, attempting assertiveness.
He shifted uncomfortably.
"...I'll go get France..."
Only then, once he was gone, did she notice Spain sitting in the corner. She was worried about many things at the time, yet she immediately put them all aside when she noticed his demeanor.
"Oh! Sp-Spain! Are you alright, Are you hurt?!" She cried, running up to fuss over him. He faked a smile, looking up at her as she checked to see if he had a fever. "I'm fine, Chica." He Chirped. She frowned, wrapping him up In one of the blankets like a fretting mother.
"Now don't try that with me, mister!" She scolded lightly.
He chuckled,
"Si, you're right. I guessed you'd be intuitive. "
She ran to get him glass of water, quickly finding the kitchen in this small place.
"I also see you changing the subject with out answering." She said, easing him into the bed and covering him in yet more blankets. He started laughing just as she put a damp cloth on his forhead.
"I'm fine, bonita, you needn't treat me like a patient. Though it seems you would make a fine nurse. Please, relax. "
She stopped in her tracks, looking at him strangely.
"But you seem sad..." She spoke Softly.
He put aside his amazement that she had lept into all this action on an incline that he was feeling a bit down and resisted the urge to hug her.
He cleared his throat.
"Well, you see Chica, it just that I was, um, abit worried about you-" (She felt awful) "-Seeing as what happen earlier, well, um...Happened. "
"I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean to worry you!" She said, head down In shame.
Spain lept Up, or tried, considering his current position in a duvet cocoon.
"No, No Its not your fault! " He assured her, wrestling his way out and getting her to sit on the bed. Her dress poofed around her. There was a pause before she spoke.
"Why did you worry?"
He was at a loss.
"Don't... Don't you remember?" He asked, eyeing her cautiously, as though the mere memory might set her off again.
She looked thoughtful.
"Well...I was talking to Canada, he seemed nice, then I was here." She said. Spain was silent.
"You dont remember..."
The door opened, revealing the others. The girl smiled widely.
"France, Prussia!"
They looked at her very strangely. Spain spoke quietly.
"She doesn't remember..."
Silence. France walked to a chair and sat without a word. The Bad Touch Trio was at a loss for words, starring at the confused girl covered in bows, who decided she should speak up.,
" So how was the gala? "
"Still in full swing!" Prussia said.
"Oh? Then what are we doing here-" She was cut off by Fance, who suddenly bolted from his chair over to her, looking frantic.
"So are you okay?!" He yelled. She froze.
"I'm f-fine, w-why?" She was ignored in leu of Spain shouting at France, as he was annoyed that he had startled the young girl.
"I said she doesn't remember! "
" Hey, guys, fighting eez totally not awesome! "Prussia added, stepping between the two.
Silence.
"I..."
They looked at her.
"I'm sorry...I'm causing trouble..."
"You are kind of." Prussia said, insensitive.
France and Spain rushed to denied this fervently.
"What, I didn't say it was a bad thing!I like her!" He insisted, holding his hands in surrender.
"We should talk outside!" France said, gesturing for his two friends to follow him into the hall. The girl sat alone in the bed, wondering what was going on, and when she could take off this damn corset.
Meanwhile, in the hall, an agreement was made.
"We don't bring it up."
And back into the room they went. As they walked through the door, she spoke up.
"You lot should head back to the gala. You seemed to be having fun." She said, determined not to ruin their night. France looked at her.
"And leave you all alone?" He asked. She shrugged.
"Do you want to go back down too?" Spain asked. She laughed.
"I think I've caused enough damage. Safer where I can't." She chimed.
Prussia grabbed her hand and pulled her up as she sputtered, and smiled at spain, who quickly caught on and grabbed the other.
"That's stupid. You're coming with us!" He said, pulling her out with them. She squeaked.
And so they went.
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