Three figures walk through a densely wooded forest towards the sound of the sea. All three are visibly injured, but one is more seriously injured than the others. The long brown hair going down the left side of her head is streaked with blood from a shallow head wound. Her skin, usually a brownish-white, is pale; trembling hands cling to her two companions supporting her from either side.
"I'm sorry if I'm a burden," she says, grimacing as a branch snaps across the long and deep wound on the outside of her left calf.
"You are not a burden Mei. You fought bravely and were injured," the other female, Lien, remarks; blood matter and tangled long, black hair swings behind her.
The third figure, a male named Im Young, grins and gently squeezes Mei's arm. "Great fighting was invented by me! No great fighter related to me can be a burden!"
Mei smiles, laughing slightly. "Thank you," she says in a quiet, grateful tone.
"Mei? Is that you?"
Mei looks up at the sound of a familiarly accented voice. She comes to a stop, shifting onto her good leg. "Kiku? Is that you?" she queries cautiously.
"Hai, it is me,"
"And don't forget about me aru!"
Im Young gives a big grin as the two Asians nations emerge from the bushes. "Brothers!" He stops when he sees how badly injured Yao is. "What happened to you!?" he exclaims, a worried look crossing his face. With a sigh, Mei releases his left arm and nods to him; she knows Im Young's dedication to their two eldest brothers.
With a faint nod, the Korean dashes over to Yao to aid the injured Chinese nation by putting an arm and shoulder around and underneath the other's back and arm respectively. Yao sighs and shakes his head, but doesn't deny his younger brother's help. "Your back brother! The old scar is..."
"Yes, but Kiku didn't cause it aru. Someone who looks like kiku did," Yao interjects quickly, "Kiku was the one who saved me,"
"We were attacked too," Mei says, "by other versions of ourselves. My other version injured me like this," she adds, gesturing to her injuries.
"But we were able to defeat them!" Im Young remarks, glancing over at Lien, who glares at the Korean.
"We did not defeat them. They almost defeated us had it not been for my quick actions," Lies retorts with a glare. "Don't say that you didn't think we were going to be defeated at some point,"
"I...no...but..." Im Young stammers, wilting slightly under the Vietnamese nations cold glare.
"Prease do not argue now," Kiku says, glancing at his two siblings. "We need to find a place to hear up,"
Lien sighs, moving with Mei closer to their brothers. "Alright," she remarks with one last glare at Im Young.
"Now we are all together, let us go find some place to heal aru," Yao says, a faint whisper of happiness evident in voice. A wisp of a smile passes over his lips as the little group moves off in search of a place to rest and heal up.