"Alfred? Are you alright?"

The America peeked through half lidded eyes. "Yeah… I just don't feel to good. "

Russia became concerned. America was curled up into a ball on his side holding his stomach with his legs pulled up and looked weighed down. Fredka was curled up between three pillows with a small baby blanket on him.

Going forward Ivan leaned down and checked for a fever. There was none there. Then the sent of copper caught his attention. Pulling Alfred he checked him over. Nothing to show that he was hurt. No blood. What was it?

"You're pale."

"… Ivan, I don't feel good… take me to a hospital, please?"

Russia knew something was wrong. America was a strong nation so for him to being like this? Never. Picking him up he carried him to the car outside and placed him in the back. Going back inside he got Fredka and put in the car seat and placed him in the back with Alfred.

As he drove Ivan glanced back and saw a sweet moment. Alfred was holding the baby's hand and the baby's other hand was on top of it almost as if the baby was trying to sooth his mother. As he drove on he wondered what was going on.

"Call, Canada."

"What?"

"My brother… call him… he'll know what to do."

Confused and a little arrogated that America wanted his brother instead of him, he continued. America was sick so he would call the other North America Nation.

Gilbert sat on the floor of one of the stalls letting the hot water roll down his body. "That bastard… fucking hurt like a bitch…"

As the steams continued to roam around the one stall he was glad no one was here today and that he would have all the hot water for himself. Still he would have to get up soon and go home. The baby still needed milk. The milk he left would only last the rest of the day.

Slumping more to the wall he moved more comfortably. He really couldn't sit straight since his lower half was in pain and somehow numb at the same time. Closing his eyes he tried to concentrate on healing his body.

With a splash he fell forward. Cursing he wobbled back up. He must have dozed off. Moving more onto his side and moved his legs more up and tried to stand. His legs gave out on him.

"Stupid legs."

Sighing he yawned. When he got home he would go to bed and sleep for the next twenty for hours. Well, after Jan ate, then he would sleep. With his stomach growling he thought what he could eat when he got home.

As he thought he didn't hear someone coming into the locker room showers. This man was the second in commanded after the bastard. His name was Vector. Having hearing the showers he came looking for who it was since no one was to be there at that time. The man dressed full in his uniform walked into the locker room and saw the steam coming from the last stall at the far left.

Frowning he walked over there with his arms behind his back ready to discipline whoever it was. Turning into the stall and was throw off guard.

"Prussia?"

Gilbert jumped and looked up at the person standing above him. "Hello, sir."

Noticing that the nation was sitting in a strange way instead of standing his eyes roamed over the body quickly taking in the bruises and bite marks. Then he saw a red line going down the drain.

"What happened!" The German man roared leaning down and pulling him up.

"Ow…!"

"Sorry. Come I will take you to my quarters, Prussia."

"Why do you call me that?"

The German looked down. "That is the name of your nation. Though renamed as the Great Prussian Empire and a micro nation I think you should stay to your title."

Gilbert sighed. This man was strong and could easily carry him. "But only a title. I have no control over my micro nation and I'm pretty much just foe show. Hey, I'm cold, give me a blanket."

They stopped and he was wrapped in a sheet before he was taken to Vector's rooming. As they entered he looked around. He had been friends with this man since they had called him in and then to Gilbert's surprise they had told him who he was. Okay, they had too. He had freaking snow white hair and red eyes.

"Here let me clean you up. Was it him?"

Gilbert closed his eyes as he was dried off. He hated his body for being this weak. As he was dried up he felt himself falling forward and cought.

"Give me your arms."

Gilbert did and he felt a shirt go up his arms and then over his head. Then over his head. It wasn't he had never been dressed before. When the wall had fallen he had become so weak that Ivan had to carry him to the border and handed over to his brother.

That's what made everyone think that Ivan had been beating him senseless all that time and no one would listen to him. Well, France and Spain believed him after a while. That was it.

Now almost dressed he felt pants being pulled up. Moving away he felt them come back. Moving back more away he shook his head. He hated wearing pants to sleep and preferred a long shirt and underwear and socks. Nothing else.

"You need to get dressed."

"No thanks. I'm fine like this. Thank you for being kind. Will you take me home?"

"Ja, of course, sir."

"Thank you, Vector."

Just then Prussia's stomach growled.

"I will fed your first before I return you. Rest. I will be right back."

Alfred barely heard what the doctor was staying but he did what he was told and lifted his hands over his head. Soon he heard a few things go off and clicks and someone talking. Then he was lifted back up onto the hospital bed.

Next he heard some on talk about a test to see his insides. Huffing he held onto Ivan's hand as they rolled him into another room.

As they put him into another machine he wondered what they where doing. He must have passed out because he woke up with a breathing mask on. He heard voices in the background.

Outside the room Russia stood there with Canada who took it upon himself to call France and England. So the four of them stood outside the room.

"What's wrong with my brother?"

"They said that he has internal bleeding. They doctor said that it looked like he hurt himself somehow."

"I don't think that's it. The twins where half of two nations. That had never happened before and this may have something to do with it." England said.

"But it has been almost four months since he had the babies." France said. "His body would have held it by then."

"Wait a minute." Canada said. "America had the twins… Russia America got really sick twice when he was with child and he ended up bleeding. Was there anything that was going on right before America would ended up bleeding?"

Russia thought about it for a moment. Then his lips went into a line, his eyes looking forward.

"Russia?" the three said at the change of face.

"Germany and I had been fighting. I have to go!"

With that Russia turned on his heels and raced out the door. The other three stood there watching Canada turned to the door.

"The babies are still somehow still attached to America." Canada said softly but seriously as he opened the door to the room. "I see now."

"See what?" England asked.

"Oui, tell us."

"Germany and Russia fight. Fredka and Jan fight… and if we don't stop them my beloved brother will die."

…cliffhanger…

To Cheshire Stripes: Again I'm so sorry! D: Ludwig is not as awesome as a brother as Gilbert. In my mind Gilbert would do anything and will do anything just to make him happy.

To America2: Really, really

To Curious1here: lol I was never going to name him that but after watching fiddler on the roof I was like yay! I will soon. I just got over being sick :D

To In The Mix: He better! I'm considering it.

To love-for-bakas: Gilbert deserves happy ending form a sexy German soldier… there went my mind.

To Suga Bee: I will find someone he loves! :D I promise you that

ToKats with Shamrocks: Welcome back! I hope your well! Yes, go Daddy Russia you big teddy bear.

To Usagi323: Yes,

To otaco: Thank you for your love!