"Of course not. This is an unbirthday party."
America groan as he felt himself lowered onto a cushioned surface. Noises slowly came back to him, along with the pain. The sharp pain from his shoulder caused him to jolt right in discomfort.
"A-Alfred, you need to lie down," the timid voice replied as cold hands gently pushed him back down.
"I'll get some more bandages, comrade," another voice said before footsteps faded out. America held his shoulder and could feel the warm liquid soak into the tan military outfit. The bullet hit much lower than he thought. His bomber jacket would surely need repair. Speaking of his beloved jacket, where was it? He wasn't wearing it.
"Y-you need to think before you act," the first voice chimed in.
"Who are you?" America groaned. Finally the result of the wound seemed to dissipate, but now he was faced with a male about the same age, height, and even physical appearance as him with a single strand of curly blond hair poking out from his head. Gently the male pushed his glasses further up his top of his nose with his blood stained hands.
"Canada," he replied, "I am Canada." There was sort of a relief in the boy's face as he leaned back. His worried eyes still traveled to the door and then back at Alfred but the frown still resembled a bit of relief from the stress he had endured.
"What happened?"
"You passed out in Austria I think. Elizabeta called me when they found you on the street and you were b-bleeding from the shoulders. Elizabeta bandaged it but those bandaged are soaked now," Canada explained.
"Where am I?" America attempted to prop himself up as he examined the room. The room was styled as any other European living room. The large sofa was covered in a plastic that America hypnotized was to prevent blood from staining the cushions. A small coffee table was covered with first aid equipments, a glass bottle, and a few tea cups set aside. A trash can stood to the left of the frosted glass table, not far away from the black arm chair. In comparison to Alfred' television, the one on the TV stand was small. Then again, America tended to think bigger was better with a lot of his things. Move on from the television was the book shelf to the left. The book shelf was lined with musical theory and other books that contained of music notes and sheets music.
"You're still at Roderich's house. W-we thought moving you too far might harm you f-further," Canada replied as he applied pressure to America's wound. The American in response winced and watched as his twin brother nervously turned his gaze back to the door.
"Where is Toris?" Alfred grunted as he shifted enough to sit up right comfortably.
"Who? Do you mean L-Lithuania? Was he with you?"
"Yes, we both went to Vash's house but I think he attacked me or something. It was weird."
"Ivan said he hadn't-"
"Wait! Were you talking with that commie again?" Alfred blurted out. He lunged forward and thoroughly regretted it as fresh pain ran up his spine.
"Alfred, please settle down. You'll open your wound further." The Canadian's plead went unheard as the man spoken of came into the room carrying a pile of bandages. He smiled at America when he noticed his former enemy had awaked and looked in better condition.
"Did someone call?" he said as he set the bandages on the table. "This was all he could find. Elizabeta is looking for some more too."
"Thank you Ivan. Alfred, please sit down so I can wrap your injury again," Canada said. Alfred had hoped to his feet when I van entered. His suspicious, blue eyes didn't leave Ivan when he sat down on the arm chair to watch.
"What are you doing here Commie?" Alfred growled as he obeyed his brother. "Mattie! I told you not to hang out with shady characters like him!"
"Alfred, that was years ago, besides he was the one who gave me a ride here, and he insisted on helping," Canada said as he bandaged the newly awaken American. The wound was still bleeding but it was recovering. Luckily, despite the blood loss, America was healthy.
"Da, I came here to help. Matthew was having problems getting his plane out of the snow so I picked him up, comrade," Russia replied and gave him a smile as an after note.
"There, that should do it for now, eh," Canada announced. "What happened?"
"Vash shot me. I went to ask him about Sabier and he pulled Toris and I into these strange mirror things," America explained.
"Toris? So he was with you then. Where is he now?" Russia asked.
"No clue."
"Oh, Matthew, I think Elizabeta wanted to talk to you when you get the chance," Russia said. Canada nodded and left the room to look for the Hungarian. What did you find out about Sabier, Alfred?"
"Nothing you need to know commie."
"I'm sure it is. Why don't you surprise me?" Neither broke the eye contact with the other. America glared at the Russian while Russia curiously looked at America in return. "You're not in the best position to deny me Alfred. You took Toris from me, da? It's only fair you fill me in. Matthew is very kind too."
"You leave him alone, commie bastard!" America snapped. He immediately grasped his shoulder and bit his lip as she fresh pain engulfed his thoughts.
"Be careful, comrade. You'll open the wound further."
"If you hurt him, I won't be afraid to nuke you this time."
"Why would I want to hurt him?"
"Gil, please calm down! H-have you been drinking again?" Canada's voice broke the tension. Both men glanced at the door which Canada had left through. Noise of pans and various house-hold objects falling kept the room from a tense silence. America slowly stood to his feet to investigate the noise. Russia noted this and moved to the door, faster than the injured nation. Upon opening the door, the wild albino was noticed untying his shoes and relaxing on the nearest kitchen chair. Austria was trying to straighten up the fallen pans that America assumed was Prussia's fault. Hungary was hovering over him and lecturing him with a pan in hand.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to come that way? There's such thing as a door and a telephone, Gilbert! You know how to use it so do so!" Hungary lectured the red-eyed man.
"I am too awesome for those things," he retorted.
"You are not, Gilbert! I have seen you take pictures with your phone and call other nations!" Hungary stated as her grip tightened on the pain. "Use your brain once and awhile!"
"Ja, a, I'll remember," he cooed and idly unraveled a piece of chocolate and placed it in his mouth.
"Seriously Gilbert, are you trying to cause problems for me," Austria replied coldly.
"Vor dich?" Prussia asked with surprise in his tone. "Nein, why would I do that?" He kicked off his shoes and offered a piece of chocolate to his feathered friend. He chuckled as the cleanly Austrian rearranged his shoes, only to get hit in the head with a pan. "Oh, to answer your question Matt, I am not~ I'm just that awesome that it's hard to tell."
"You're mad all the time, da?" Russia chimed in.
"What is he doing here, Roderich?" Prussia snapped. America smiled; glad to see he wasn't the only one who hated the Russian's guts. He couldn't see why his twin was not bothered by the man.
"He came over to help Matthew with Alfred, Gilbert. There's really no need to get upset," Austria replied with a heavy sigh.
"Ja, there is," Prussia stated, glaring daggers at Russia.
"Did you enjoy your time that much, Gilbert? You can always join me again. Become one with me, da?"
"NEIN!" Prussia replied instantly before turning to America. "What did you get yourself into this time Alfred?"
"Oh, I went to visit Vash and he kind of went crazy," America answered with a laugh.
"Ja, he does that. He hates me even more than you, I think. Though, the guy isn't completely mad if he hates Russland over here."
"He doesn't seem to like very many people."
"He's the meaning of neutral now. He doesn't like anyone but a corpse."
The woman in the room let loose and hit the cocky Prussian on the head with a frying pan out of the blue. "I told you to be careful how you talk about her!" she snapped. She frowned as she held herself from hitting the ex-nation again, but only barely.
"Right, right, there was no need to hit me though."
"Don't talk about her as if she is just another grave! She was alive too, Gilbert! Just like him!"
Silence.
America glanced between the two nations before Prussia stood to his feet. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Elizabeta muttered as she turned away from the emotionless nation. Prussia chuckled before stretching.
"Forget it Liz," he laughed. "That was awhile ago. I am too awesome to dwell on it. If you need me, I'm going to bother Arthur." With that, Prussia stepped into the next room, shut the door, and disappeared. Logically, there was no way for him to leave through that room. There weren't even windows. When America went to follow him, he found the room empty and a piece of chocolate on the table for him, or that's what he thought. Curiously he took the chocolate and went back to join the others.
"So who were you talking about anyway?" Alfred asked as he shrugged Prussia's disappearance off.
"He was…one of Gilbert's old charges," Austria answered.
And, this chapter is finally done. I had this written for awhile but never got a chance to type it out. Excuse me for some errors you make. I'll try and go back and correct them. This one was longer than the last. I did the last chapter rather quickly just so I could summit something to you. So hopefully they go back to their normal length. I'm also trying to keep up two fanfics at the same time. Excuse me if I neglect one or the other too. Well, like usual, please leave your reviews. Gilbert will give you awesome chocolate if you do.