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Chapter 12

"What happened?!" Spain asked as he rushed outside and see what the cry was about. His concern worsened as he noticed France out of his car and kneeling over Prussia; who was whimpering softly and bleeding from the mouth.

"I swear I didn't see him! How did he get outside anyways?" France responded.

"Oh no...What did you do?" Spain asked as he knelt next to his two friends, fear painted over his face as he looked over Prussia.

"I was backing up to leave when I suddenly felt a bump," France answered lamely.

"You didn't see him? How could you miss him?!"

"Of course I didn't see him! Do you think I wanted to run him over? Now stop complaining and help me get him inside," France barked back. The two of them then carefully began to pick Prussia up, only to quickly stop when their friend gave out a pained scream.

"This is bad, we need to get him help," Spain replied as they watched Prussia begin to fade. France nodded mutely in agreement as his mind raced for some way to help their friend. Before he realized what he was saying he blurted out, "Britannia angel! Britannia angel! Come to our aid!"

Moments later England appeared, dressed as an angel while saying, "Poor souls called to me and…oh, it's just you three again. What do you want now?"

"It's Prussia!" Spain replied, holding onto Prussia in a way to try giving his friend some comfort.

"Good lord, what did you two do to him now?" England asked surprised as he looked over at the slowly dying Prussia.

"France was an idiot and ran him over," Spain answered while looking none too happy with the other. France looked back surprised by Spain's declaration, but held his tongue when he saw the misery on the usually happy face.

"Well there's no defending that. Honestly, can't you two look after him for two days? It's like a bloody curse is on the poor man. Maybe I was wrong in not telling Germany where to find you three," England scowled as he looked at the retched faces of the other two.

"Help him England. Please. He's our friend and he's going to die if you don't," France requested after a moment of silence.

"And bring him back to what? Being some strange man-dog who is constantly treated like either a hindrance or invalid? What sort of life is that for him, especially after when he remembers his time as a man?" England asked. He really did not want the other to die either, but that did not mean he was up to using magic simply to prolong the other's suffering.

"But he's our friend. And even if he has to spend the rest of his life like this, it's better that simply dying on the curb like some stray. He's one of our oldest friends - he's like family! He deserves better than this," France protested.

"I think I can see why Germany was so angry with us because of what happened to Prussia. He doesn't want to see him hurt either," Spain commented as he re-positioned Prussia to help him inhale easier. But even so it was coming in more as gasps. Prussia shivered, causing Spain to take off his sweater and place it over the other like a blanket. After words he continued, "Please England, save him and we'll do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" England clarified, looking as if considering the offer. He then turned to France to see if he agreed. After watching the other sadly nod, England continued, "Well then, it's a good thing that what I want right now is for Prussia to not be a bloody mess on the side of a road either."

With this said, England began casting a spell very similar to the one he spoke in the beginning of this whole mess. As he chanted, a ball of warm light appeared in his hands which he allowed to fall onto Prussia until he too was alight. Once the spell ended, the light faded and Prussia fell into a deep sleep; no longer gasping or bleeding.

"That should do the trick. And next time you need me - don't. Try to actually be careful from now on," England responded before disappearing before the others could thank him. With England gone and Prussia quickly recovering, the two carefully lifted Prussia up again and brought him inside. Once inside they brought him to a bed and tucked him in, taking much better care than they did the last time he was hit and they were drunk. France then offered to run to the store again for groceries, but at that point neither of them were all that hungry for anything.

"Hey, how the hell did I get here?" Prussia asked himself as he woke up and stretched; pulling the covers off him in the process. The last thing he remembered was running around outside, but even that and the last few days were a bit blurry. It was like waking up from a dream so realistic that it made one question what was real.

After a moment to see that he was at their group's safe house, Prussia got out of bed and looked towards a chair where his clothes were; freshly cleaned to remove the blood. Once dressed, he headed down stairs to see if anyone had started breakfast. He doubted it, however, since the sun was hardly casting any light yet.

Seeing that his suspicions were correct, he started breakfast for himself. The smell eventually caused the other two to walk into the room, both rubbing their eyes and yawning, only to suddenly stop when they saw Prussia.

Gone were the ears and tail, the claws and the teeth, all replaced by how Prussia had looked before he was hit originally. Fearing that it was a trick, France tentatively called out to him. Upon hearing his friends enter, Prussia looked at them and said, "'bout time you guys woke up! Were you going to just waste this awesome day in bed?"

Spain smiled upon hearing Prussia say something other than a bark, growl, or whimper, only to then throw himself at Prussia in a hug. "Whoa!" Prussia called out as his friend made him almost drop the pan filled with sizzling sausage. Spain was then joined by France, who as he hugged him called out, "I can't believe it! Prussia is really back!"

"Hey guys, stop hugging! Hot pan, really unawesomely stupid of you guys right now," Prussia alerted them as he placed the pan down with one hand and tried to push them off with the other.

To this outburst, all Spain and France could do is laugh out; causing Prussia to join them also. With this done and the three of them feeling better, the other two helped Prussia make breakfast. After this the three sat done and France and Spain began to tell Prussia of his time as a dog-hybrid; nailing into the other's head that it was not a dream but reality.

Getting close to the end so we're going to stop here for now…

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