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"Yume miteru, nani mo mitenai, kataru mo muda na. Jibun no kotaba-" Someone knocked at the door. I sighed, paused audacity, and opened the door. "Yes, Alfred?" He blinked a few times. "I forgot…" I facepalmed. "OH YEAH! ISITOKAYIFIBUILDALOTOFSECRET PASSAGESANDSTUFFINANDUNDERTH EHOUSE?!" Now it was my turn to blink. "Wha-" "THANKSBYE!" He took off down the hallway and stairs. "Well…" I returned to my desk to finish recording.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. What the heck was Al even talking about earlier? I sat up and pet Winter, who had then curled up behind me. I got up and went downstairs to watch television or something, but found Ivan and Gil there playing something. "Hmm? What'cha playing?" Gilbert cursed. "Mortal Kombat Armageddon." I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You're losing, aren't you." He growled and glared at the screen.

I went around and watched from behind the couch. I could easily tell who was playing who, as they had created characters to look like themselves. Gil switched his weapon to 'Sword of Awesomeness', and Ivan to something in Russian. But it looked like a water pipe, so I assumed that's what it meant.

I walked towards the door, pulling on a hoodie. "I'm going to go out. Later." I smiled and started humming songs. I walked into the GameStop. I walked over to the guy behind the counter. "Hey, Dan! Has Okami come in yet?" He put down his DSi and opened a drawer. He grinned and pulled a game out. "Yep!" I got out my wallet. "Yess!" After paying for the game, I went back home.

I smiled. Today, another unit was coming! I had gotten relatively far in Okami, teasing Al about how slow he was at it. I heard the four knocks, and walked down the stairs and to the door. "Good morning, Harold." He nodded and wheeled the crate in. "Bye." I picked up the manual. "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" Mattie, Al, and Arthur ran down asking if I was okay. I flopped on the couch, my face being buried in a pillow.

"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!" I groaned loudly. I heard Al walk over to the box and pick up the manual. "What's wrong? It's only France!" I rolled over just in time to see Iggy spew tea that had materialized in his hand, and Mattie smile slightly, then frown. Al tossed me the manual. "Before you go, Al, can you and Ivan build a separate room in the basement? If he asks why, say it's to torture France." He laughed. "Sure!"

I grinned evilly. "I know how I'll wake him up!~" I walked over to the box, opened it, and dumped him on the floor. I delivered a swift kick to his stomach. Arthur burst out laughing, while Mattie looked like he was about to run over and ask if he was okay, but was too busy trying not to laugh. "Urg…Que s'est-il passé?" I looked down at him. "Good morning, Froggy McFrenchypants. Try anything and you will be in immense amounts of paaaiiiiiiinnnnnn. Understand?"

He squeaked and nodded. Once I turned and walked towards the kitchen, he stood up. "So, mademoiselle, what is your name?~" I sighed. "It's Lostariel, Lost for short." I picked out some cookie dough. "Ohonhon!~"

"Did I mention my pet is a bobcat?"

He turned around and walked out. "And no hitting on anyone!" I yelled.

I scowled. It was time to take some of the guys out to get clothes. Which was, let's see, Gil, Ivan, and France. I face-tabled and got up. "Gill! Ivan! Froggy! Get down, here! We're going shopping for new clothes!" France was down immedeatly, and soon followed by Gil, then Ivan. As I opened the door, I spoke. "We have no car, so sorry. We're walking. It's not that far, though."

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I sighed, watching my breath form little clouds in the air. It had snowed, and was rather frigid, but that's Montana for you. I looked around at the other stores, and occasionally glanced at the three behind me. We heard a shout from a nearby store "Yeah, that's it! Nobody move!" I felt like my stomach just dropped through the ground. We never had any robberies here. We all stopped walking and the guy walked completely out of the store, still pointing the gun at the window.

Gil started walking towards him. "Oi!" The guy turned to him and pointed the gun at Gil. "Gilbert, get back here!" Francis shouted, a very worried and annoyed look on him. "Stop, or I'll shoot!" Gil picked up, almost running. "Like hell you will!"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Where am I?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What happened?

I opened my eye. I was lying down, in a hospital bed. I reached up to the right side of my face. My eye was bandaged and it also felt really strange. Suddenly, I remembered what happened.

*flashback*

Two loud bangs were heard. Gil hissed and stopped, clutching his shoulder. A short scream echoed through the street as Lost fell to the snow, red splattering the white. As Francis stood, shocked, Ivan lunged forward with remarkable agility, swiftly knocking the man upside the head as well as unconscious with his pipe. Francis snapped out of it and rushed over to Lostariel, rapidly dialing 9-1-1.

The ambulance arrived quickly and hoisted Lost onto a stretcher and Gilbert just climbed in, the medics already treating his wound as best they could.

*end*

I frowned and my visible eye widened. I got shot. In my eye. I looked around. Iggy was asleep in the corner. "I-Iggy?" My voice was slightly raspy, telling me I had been out for awhile. He blinked awake and then rushed over to the chair beside the bed. "You're awake! Are you feeling okay?!" I nodded. "Eheh, yeah. Though that side of my face feels a little weird." He gave me a look that in itself said 'I'm sorry', which made me frown. "The doctors said that your eye got completely destroyed by the bullet…"

My eye widened. "W-what?!" He still held that look. I exhaled. This was way too much. I began to panic, but I took a deep breath. "O-okay. So…in other words…I'm a cyclops now?" Iggy raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Interesting choice of words. But…yes." I exhaled again. "When do I get out of here?" He shrugged. "They said as soon as you woke up, they'd inspect your…wound, give it another bandage and tell you when to come back."

"For what?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess to make sure it heals properly." I blinked and tilted my head. "How would eye sockets heal? Oh, and you should probably tell everyone else that I'm awake." He nodded, got up, and left. I sighed. Well that just ended grand, now didn't it. I remembered Gil had been shot too. I wonder how he was.

-Ten Minutes Later-

I blinked out of the little nap I was taking as the doorway became crowded. America, Italy, and my mom were all trying to get through the door at once. Mom just hit them over the head and rushed to my bedside, pulling my head in for a hug. "Oh, my baby girl! What did that man do to you?! I'll murder hiiiiiiiim!" I had a sweatdrop moment before wincing at the dull pain in my head. "Mom, may I have my head back?" She let go and dropped into the chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey. But really, where is that man?" Al and Italy rushed over while Mattie, Arthur, Francis, and Ivan calmly walked in behind. They both started at the same time, Al shouting and Feli practically wailing. The dull pain in my head came back. "Guys, SHUT UP!" They did. I smiled. "I'm happy you're both worried over me, but please, one at a time!" "Ehe, sorry!" Italy hugged me and whined something about how terrible it was that that happened and how sorry he was and if I was okay.

England pulled him off of me and then it was Al's turn. "Oh my god, dude! I am so sorry for not being there to protect you from that dude! I am the hero after all! That will also be a totally WICKED scar, though! HAHAHA!" Iggy again dragged him away. "That's enough of that, thank you." I heard him mutter, making me smile. Mattie walked up and my mom went elsewhere, probably to see the doctors.

I smiled up at him. "Hey Mattie." He sat down. "Hi. S-sorry I couldn't be there to have done something…" I giggled. "It's fine! I would've been awesome to have seen you go all Manada on him like you did a while ago." I smiled at the memory. He laughed sheepishly. "So where's Gil?" I asked, wondering just what happened to him. "Oh…he's back at home. He would've come, but Arthur told him not to stress his shoulder. He's fine, though." I smiled at that. Iggy was really like a mother sometimes. "Oh good." He got up and walked away. Ivan walked over, but didn't sit. "I beat him up nice and good for you, Lost!~" Another sweatdrop moment. "Eheheh, thanks." He walked out where the others were, and Francis walked over and sat.

"Hey." He smiled tiredly at me before frowning and looking away. "Oh, mademoiselle. I am terribly sorry for not being able to protect you. I should've taken the bullet. Now your face is blemished with an ugly space where your beautiful eye once was." I frowned teasingly. "Oi. Don't go sassin' my eye socket. But it's okay. I don't blame you or anything. Really, I'm quite grateful for calling the ambulance while Gil and Ivan were busy."

He smiled. "Merci." He walked out.

HOPY CRAP!

I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG TO UPDATE!

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My creativity stream for this chapter was all dried up for awhile, but isn't this an interesting turn of events?

I think Francis went into Big Brother mode at the end...

Anyway, I hope the flashback was written decently, please tell me how it was!

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Thank you!~