The scenes around them almost become a blur of activity and confusion. What at first appeared to be more enemy soldiers arriving quickly turned into a large regiment of Allied men. For Alfred it's a feeling of both relief and dread. He can see from the corner of his eye his mate surrendering before finally passing out from the blood loss.

When he wakes up he's surprised to find himself in what appears to be a hospital bed of some kind. "What the fuck?" He groans out trying to roll over onto his side hoping to see where he is.

"Well good morning Sunshine." A rather tall Neko woman says with a kind smile and cobalt eyes that match his own. "Try not to move so much, 'cause you might rip out your stitches." Her golden hair falls gently off he shoulders and while he can't read her dog tags from his bed he already knows her name.

"Katie?" Alfred blinks, "The fuck are you doing here!?"

The slightly older Omega can't help but smile, "You know little brother I can ask you the same thing." She can't help but smirk as she pats his stomach gently, "And who is this?" She watches as he turns away from her as his hand rests on hers, "Alfred?" Slowly she sits beside him letting her tail wrap around his shoulders protectively, "Which one is it?"

He still can't force himself to look her in the eye. It's not until she takes his chin and pulls it upwards to meet her calm cobalt eyes does he answer her, "Gilbert."

"And which one is that?"

"The German wolf, no the Prussian wolf." He's not ashamed of his mate or their child but he does know what his mother will say. "Katie he's a good Alpha and a damn good father." He says watching her face for any signs of anger or disgust, thank to find none.

After a moment Katie lets out a small sigh, "I'm sure he is and I'll want to meet him but…" She stops for a second trying to find the right words, "He's not a Neko."

Alfred nods as he sits up, "I know Kat, I mean hell he don't have kick ass ears like I do but I love him anyway."

She wants to roll her eyes, "I know you meant he doesn't have your awesome 'skills' but I am happy for you little brother." Katie says with a wide smile rubbing his stomach letting out a happy purr, "Oh my little brother's going to be a Mommy."

He returns her purr, "I'm sure he or she…will be excepted by Mama."

"That…I don't know…" Katie stops purring, "Like I said you mated with a wolf…it'll be hard for Mama and Daddy to accept."

"They thought I was dead, so this can't be that shocking. Hell they should be happy I finally mated."

"Alfred, you know who they are. They're set in their ways and Lord help us if it's a puppy. They'd…"

"Disown me?" Katie nods, "And what about you? Would you turn your back on me too?"

Katie's smile returns as she kisses his forehead, "I could never disown you Alfie no matter what you do."

"Thank you Kat, can I see my mate? I'm sure he's worried about me." As he says it he can feel his chest tighten praying she won't say no.

To his relief she nods, "He's in the mess hall and I'll go get him for you."

"Why is he in the mess hall?" Alfred has a right to be confused; his mate is an ex-German officer after all why would they let him in a main room let alone feed him?

She doesn't share his confusion as she answers him, "Well Sunshine, the rest of your little band's been living on Spam and dried eggs powder and that shit would kill a dog given enough time." She gives him a wink before laughing, "And those two kittens needed something other than hard crackers too."

At this Alfred smiles, "Yeah, Ravis…well we rescued him from a death squad so we don't know if his parents are still alive or how far his village really is. As for Crina…" Alfred lets out a gentle purr thinking of the small Neko girl. "Well she's my daughter."

"Oh?"

"Yeah she's Gilbert's daughter so," He shrugs before wincing slightly, "Shit that fucking hurts."

"I told you not to move around so much." She quickly pulls down his shirt slightly examining the bandage happy to find no blood. "Just stay here and try not to move okay?"

She gives him a small smile which he slowly returns, "Okay."

Meanwhile Matthias is staring at the public phone in a small hallway, not just trying to work up the nerve to pick it up and dial but to stay on it long enough for someone to answer. After what seems like hours he pushes himself off of the wall and grabs the phone. His fingers work on their own instantly knowing what numbers to push. He brings the phone to his ear mentally preparing himself. So when there's no answer his heart drops slightly. Matthias tries another number then another, each one only to get a message saying the person was out. Finally there's only one more number to call. His fingers hesitate, he and Berwald had never really gotten along but…Matthias wants to talk to someone, anyone so he dials.

"Hello?" A thick accented voice answers after two rings.

The Fox man smiles at the phone, "Hey little brother." There's a slightly pause, "Berwald?"

"I'm here but what do you want?"

Matthias knew that was coming as he rubs the back of his neck nervously, "I just…wanted to say hello and well." He's trying to keep calm and not hang up before his brother has a chance to do it first. "And I wanted to say Happy Birthday."

More silence follows before the other fox finally speaks, "Thank you."

"I'm sorry I didn't come over and say it in person but I'm a little too far away to make the drive." He laughs slightly.

On the other end his brother sighs thinking that his older and slightly stupid brother has finally found his way into prison and is looking for someone to bail him out. "And where are you?"

"France."

This actually surprises Berwald although he doesn't show it, "And why are you in France?"

Matthias clears his throat, "I'm helping."

"Who? The Germans?"

"No…um shit I have to go but tell the others I said hey." Again when Berwald pauses Matthias continues, "Well bye I'll talk to you later." And before Berwald can answer he hangs up leaving the stoic Fox rather confused.

Slowly Berwald lowers the phone after a moment as a small boy looks up at him, "Who was that Papa?"

"That was…your Uncle Matthias, Peter." He says patting his young son's head lightly.

The pup looks up in awe, "Really? Who is that?"

It's a simple question with a rather hard answer as Berwald just sighs, "He's my older brother…Peter…"

"Oh. What's he doing?"

After a moment the Fox man speaks, "I…don't know."