France sighed deeply before stepping through the door.

A moment after the door was closed there was an explosion of white smoke. After it cleared France was revealed. A mochi. With stubble, as weird as that was.

France sighed slightly. "This is troublesome. Hmm. At least I am bound to look far superior then the rest of you."

Skylar laughed a bit, before wiping the sweat from her forehead. She was so hot all of a sudden...

"Skylar? Are you quite alright?" England spoke for the first time in a while.

She shook her head. "D-don't worry about..." She suddenly felt very dizzy. The world slipped out from under her.

"Steady!"

"Skylar?!"

She was drifting for a while, she felt so hot but she was shivering. Her leg was on fire.

A small, cold hand brushed her face.

She opened her eyes, vision blurred, she could vaguely make out the shapes of Romano, England, America, and France.

"She's really warm." She heard someone say, maybe Romano.

"Is her leg bleeding?! When did that happen?" Was that Britain?

Someone was touching her leg.

"Holy crap! That's a nasty cut..."

"Bloody hell, we'll need to properly bandage and wrap it. It's swollen... Her leg might be infected."

She was being pulled. Someone was pulling her, trying to get her to stand. Shakily, she did so, and the two slowly made their way down the stairs.

She shook her head in an attempt to clear it, bad idea, it only made her dizzier.

Knock knock knock

She turned slightly. "The door...?"

"Open up in there~" a familiar voice sang from the front door.

"Is that Spain? What is he doing here?" France let out a slight sigh of relief. "Perhaps we should let him in?"

"NO!" She shouted through the fog in her head. "Sp-Spain isn't himself!" She stammered out. "He attacked me!"

They all stopped.

She heard Spain laugh from the other side of the door. "Well, if you won't let me in, I'll just have to break down the door, si?"

The sound of something hard bashing and splintering the wood of the front door spurred them all to start morning. Skylar pushed herself up, ignoring the pain.

"This way!" Romano pulled her away.

Unsure where they were going, she followed him anyway.

After running down the hall, Romano leaned her against the wall and ran to open a door. "Over here!" He yelled.

She stumbled to the open door and stumbled inside.

"Hurry you bastards!"

There was a loud crash as the door to the house crashed open.

The three mochi bounced into the room and Romano slammed the door shut.

There was no more sound of Spain from outside.

"Wh-where are we?" She asked, wearily.

"I think it's an ambulance." Romano muttered.

"What? How did you manage that?!" America shouted.

"The same way we've been jumping into people's fantasies, idiota."

She sat down on the bed, hissing at the pain in her leg.

"Enough of that!" England snapped at the others. "Look for proper medical supplies. Bandages, disinfectant... Damn, it may need a suture."

"This is unbelievable! How did none of you notice she was bleeding?! Or hurt? What kind of men are you?!" France was yelling now.

She presses a hand against her head. "N-no it's nobody's fault... After the car accident I... I thought I'd..."

"Steady there, just lay down for a bit."

"No... We... We don't have time for that!" They needed to find the others.

Mochi England wasn't having it. "Don't argue with me. You can't help anyone like this."

She glared at him. "Careful. If you're not nice to me I may decide I'm hungry and eat you."

England gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"

She laughed, wearily. "You are technically a Japanese snack. Though it's weird... I think I read that if you ate a mochi you'd absorb their personality... Or they'd take you over... Or something like that... The Hetalia fandom is weird. Canon. Whatever."

They all cast uncertain glances at each other.

"It's probably just the fever talking." America laughed, nervously.

"Agreed. Let's look for supplies."

It didn't take them long to find the things they needed. Skylar gripped the bed, dreading this next bit.

"You ready?"

She nodded.

Romano dabbed the disinfectant on to her wound. She bit back a scream as the wound was searing in pain. After a few seconds she relaxed, gasping.

"You'll need that needle." England muttered to Romano. "The wound's not too bad altogether, but it needs to be closed to heal properly."

"Oh god..." She murmured.

"Just one ought to do it." England assured her.

Romano cursed. "So I guess I'm the one who has to do it?"

"You are the only one here with hands here, mon ami."

Romano snatched the needle and thread, looking more than a little apprehensive.

"Are you sure about this Romano?" She asked, voice trembling slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to." She assured.

Romano's face hardened. "Just because I look like a kid doesn't mean I am one, okay?! I can do it!"

Romano stepped forward and placed a hand on her leg.

"Isn't she supposed to bite something?" America asked.

She took her collar between her teeth and bit down on the fabric, nodding to Romano. Who, after taking a breath, pushed the needle through her skin.

"Mmmh!" She groaned through the fabric on her mouth, jaw clenching. Romano kept moving puncturing the flesh again. He look the second to wipe the sweat from his forehead then brought the two sides of raw, split flesh together.

Skylar couldn't look at it anymore.

This sucks, this sucks, this sucks, this suuuuucks!

Finally, he cut the string and pulled away. Skylar relaxed her jaw and let the fabric fall from her mouth, taking deep breaths.

"Well done, Romano."

Skylar looked to the little nation. He was sweating and his face looked pale. I guess it had freaked him out as much as it did her. "Thank you."

He just nodded and used a towel to wipe the blood off his hands.

"Now just wrap the wound and soon you'll be right as rain." England ensured.

Skylar nodded, grabbing the bandages. "I can handle this part..."

England scoffed. "I seriously doubt that, especially if you were the one to wrap your wound last time."

"Shut your face." She muttered.

England coached her on how to properly wrap her wound. She had to restart more than once, on his insistence, but eventually she got it done.

"How do you feel?" France asked as she tested out the leg.

"Much better." Her leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but she still felt warm and a little light headed.

America bounced next to her. "Just lay back and chill for a bit, okay? Then we'll start the search for our buds!"

She wanted to argue but decided against it. Maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt. "Just an hour or two, okay? You'll wake me up?"

"Don't worry! The hero's got you covered!"

She sighed, exhausted. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.