Kyrah's POV

"Smooth landing, Shelby!" I giggled.

She laughed, "Thanks, I thought so too. Oww, my butt…" She got up and dusted herself off.

"Aww, there, there," I said as I patted her head gently, careful not to hurt Gilbird, whom I also gave a small pat on his fluffy head. "I'd give that a 9.6 for the landing style. Very original, and I just loved the way you two worked together! Spain, how about you?" I teased as I looked over and smiled at the Spaniard.

He gave a chuckle. "I think it was worth a 10."

"Aww! You're so nice!" I said as I then gave him a hug. "And now you're all wet."

Just the way I like my men.

Hot and wet.

"Well, it's a hot day out here." He smiled.

"I'm nice and cool~" I smiled.

"Well, the grass is fairly cool." Prussia chimed in from the ground.

"Oh really?" I said as I sat down on the grass facing him. "I don't know; it doesn't seem that much cooler."

Prussia raised an eyebrow at me and looked up and a smirk was painted across his face.

Suddenly, weight was pushed down on me and I fell, my head landing on Prussia's thigh. My face heated up and Prussia inhaled sharply and tensed up.

"Aha! I have now claimed Kyrah! She will now be part of Spain and shall share my passion for tomatoes!" Spain laughed as he held his foot on my back. "You alright, Kyrah?"

"I like tomatoes…" I said in response.

"Yep, she's fine." Shelby laughed . "Now, what are we to do with these two? I've claimed Prussia and Kyrah's vital regions, and you've claimed Kyrah."

"Quite a predicament we have here…" Spain pondered.

"Mon ami Spain!" I heard France called out from the porch, "You should leave those two lovebirds alone, they seem busy!"

"France!" Spain's bright green lit up as he took his foot off my back. I quickly sat up and looked over to see France and Spain hug each other and then France gesturing something, probably Spain being wet.

"You bloody wine-freak!" A voice came from the house. We all looked up at the porch and saw England staggering out. Blood caked his part of his blond hair and ran down his face.

"England!?" Shelby and I asked in horrified unison as we ran towards him.

"You're bleeding everywhere!" I said with concern, "Where are you hurt?"

"What happened?" Shelby asked as he leaned on her, passed out. "England?!"

Prussia got up and walked towards us. "It's alright, he just passed out." He wrapped England's arm around his shoulders' and half dragged him into the house. Shelby put England's other arm around her shoulders' and help Prussia bring him inside.

I turned around and grabbed my clothes off the ground and huffed up the steps. "France…" I said as I walked up to him and Spain. "What exactly happened?"

"Oh, well, you see…" He started to say. "Arthur and I had a… small disagreement."

"A small disagreement?" I raised an eyebrow. "His head is caked in blood! What were you two fighting about?"

"This time?" Spain asked.

"Well, umm…" France started to say, this seemed to be getting awkward.

"Never mind," I said. "I probably already know."

Of course, I don't know. I just know that it's something trivial.

"What- How-" France started to say.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked.

"What?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Um… my back…"

"Alright, go to the kitchen, I'll meet you there and see whatever's wrong with your back."

"Alright." He said as he walked into the house, Spain began to follow him.

"Spain," I said, he turned around as France entered the house. "Can you help me find the first aid? You probably know this house better than me."

He gave me a weak smile, his eyes filled with kindness. "Sure thing."

Together we walked into the house and went to the living room. England was on the couch, still passed out. His head was cushioned on about three towels; a wet cloth was on his forehead.

"Is he alright?" Spain asked.

"Yeah, we washed away all the blood on his head. He just has a gash, no biggie." Prussia said.

"Where's Shelby?" I asked.

"I asked her to get some warm water. Hey, can you two go get the first aid? It's in the pantry in the kitchen."

"We were just about to ask you about that." I gave a weak smile.

"Good timing on my part then."

I set my clothes down on the love seat and Spain and I left to get the first aid for both France and England.

Why do men always fight?