(Hungary)
My strength was dwindling, as was the number of soldiers that actually had the strength to continue to fight. My spears struck down everything in my path, from horses, to injured men. I felt a queer numbness, one that persisted through victory after victory. Finally, my killing spree had led me back to my generals, who were happy to take over for me. I dragged myself over to a chair in the corner of the tent, and attempted to unscramble my thoughts.

"Hungary?"

I jumped at the soft voice that cautiously entered the room. My eyes darkened, and I grabbed the nearest spear.

"What do you want, Spain?" I replied coldly, ready to strike at any moment.

"I-I...well...I just came t-to say that...well..." A makeshift white flag poked through the door, and I relaxed.

"You may enter." His head followed the flag, his smile and eyes had a hazing of something that was very different from any sort of thing I had encountered on Spain's usually carefree demeanor.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked curtly, still frowning as he stood in front of me.

"N-no, just the usual, humiliation from such a handy loss, you know…" It was clear that his response was rehearsed as I watched him squirm and sway uncomfortably. It was kind of pathetic, but I decided to let it be and stopped interrogating him so harshly.

"What is your purpose in coming here? Other than to surrender…"

"Oh, er…I was sent to escort you home-"

"What about Austria?"

His face reddened a little, but without skipping a beat he shakily replied, "He is back with Prussia, France, and England working on peace negotiations. He is the one who sent me to get you. He knows we both have little ones at home to attend to, and so he and the others sent me to get you."

He had a point. Ita would be worried almost to the point of hysterics, and Romano would be hungry, on account of his utter uselessness around the house. I nodded.

"Very well, I will come with you. Seeing as you have surrendered already, I'm sure my caution is a waste of energy."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and my back involuntarily stiffened for a second, before relaxing again. he extended his hand to help me up, and I took it. He shifted the weight of his ax a little, and I grabbed a spear once I was steadily on my feet. I started to leave the tent, only to feel a light touch to my shoulder. I turned around.

"Well?"

"I-I brought you this..." He held up a small roll of bandages. I glanced at the caked blood that seemed to cover my body, and gingerly removed it from his hand. Just the thought of the countless wounds to my body seemed to make them throb again, and I stumbled a little as I left the tend again. Spain was at my side in an instant, and I found myself in the crick of his arm, caught in the nick of time. I allowed a small smile to cross my face.

"Danke..." I murmured in the language of my love. His features turned cold for a second, and a shadow flitted across his face, gone as soon as it came.

"De nada, querido..." His response was quiet, and I didnt know enough of his native language to understand it. He led me out the door of the tent, and we walked in silence to Austria's home.

"So..." He started. "I was wondering..."

"I wanted to ask you if..."

"Would it be ok if-"

"I was wondering the same-"

"Oh."

I glanced at him with wide eyes, and a blush crept into his face.

"You can g-"

"No, the lad-"

"I was wond-"

"I wanted to see if-"

The last two we started at the same time, and we both stopped and waited for an eternity. Finally I started in a quiet voice.

"Do you want to take care of them here? You can stay...if you like..." I pronounced each word slowly, and a small flicker of satisfaction danced across his features.

"Yes, I'm sure my Lovino will enjoy that..."

"So will Ita.." He smiled at that, and nodded.

"Then so be it. I will go fetch my little one now." And with that he rushed off, ears bright red. I shook my head at his clumsiness, and opened the door.

(France)

My heart raced as I attempted to clean the many wounds on my charges and patch up the damage they had been through. Their bodies slowly changed hue from a muddy mixture of red, yellow, and sickly green, to a sea of white, on account of all of the bandages that had been placed upon their persons. The room was filled with the sounds of war, and the screams of the battle nearby made my blood run cold. I tried to concentrate, pouring the last drops of clean water onto a rag and wiping it on Austria's forehead. He was the main worry that haunted me. If he died the entire world could erupt into war. His breathing came in short gasps, and his chest rose and fell in such a irregular rythm it was hard to tell what state he was in. I wiped away a fresh trickle of blood from his mouth.

"F-France?"

I startled at the weak voice behind me, and rushed over to Prussia's side.

"W-what h-h-happened?"

"You were caught in a battle, and your foe got you good. You have a shattered leg and multiple smaller wounds. Luckily for us, you will be okay."

"W-where is he?"

"Who?"

"My enemy."

I winced. Leave it to Prussia to want to rush straight back into battle. I bit my tongue and continued.

"You killed him." It was partly true, as shown by the harsh breathing that filled the small room.

"Good." He leaned back, and a blissful smile crossed his face. "Those Hungarians were never a match for my awesomeness!"

I chuckled, and kept the fake smile upon my face. "Nope, they definitely weren't Gilbert."

A soft groan sounded nearby, and I stiffened.

"Who's there?" Prussia's harsh voice rang across the room.

"A few others who are injured. Don't worry about it. Why don't you get some rest?" I replied quickly, and allowed myself to relax as he closed
his eyes.

"Good night, Francis."

I was already on the other side of the room next to Angleterre's cot, which I assumed was the source of the latest set of sounds.

"Angleterre, mon ami, can you hear me?"

He stirred slowly, and opened his eyes. My heart lept.

"France? You bloody frog, what are you doing here?"

"I saved your life."

"Oh."

His face reddened with what little good blood was still in his body. I laughed, genuinely this time.

"L'amour, you never do learn, do you? Here, drink this."

I took a bottle of brandy, and poured a little in a glass. I carefully poured it down his throat. He gave me a grateful look and a little color flushed to his cheeks as it began to do its miracles.

"Thanks, mate. Now, what happened?"

I glanced back at Prussia. His chest rose and fell rythmically, and I relaxed.

"Its a long and terrible story."

"Tell me. All of it. I have time."

And so I told him. I told him of the terrible battle between the two of us, and the horrible atrocity committed by Prussia, and felt my voice grow shaky as I told him about Austria's dire situation.

"That bloody wanker!" He hissed as soon as I had finished. "How has Hungary taken it?"

"I had Spain take her home."

"Smart move."

"I dearly hope so. Your side won by the way."

"What a victory."

I nodded, and suddenly noticed a change in atmosphere. There was an absence of something, and It ran chills down my spine as I tried to figure out what it was.

"It's so quiet in here." Angleterre remarked, and I froze. For he had just put his entire fist on the cause of my uncertainty. I quickly rose to my feet.

"Where are you going?"

I didn't turn my head as I made my way to Austria's cot. "He's stopped breathing."

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