I was beginning to wake up. The sound of shuffling feet and voices made that obvious. I seemed to be covered in blankets. But I wasn't on the floor. Was I… in a bed? And… there wasn't the feeling of Prussia being there with me. I felt slightly lonely as I tried to figure out what was going on.

I wanted to get up and go to the nations. But my body felt so achy and stiff. It was like I hadn't moved for a while. A few days even. But that wasn't possible. I'd just been talking with Thomas. It hadn't taken that long. I hadn't been unconscious for more than a few hours! The lack of restfulness attested to that!

I forced my eyes open and glanced around. I was indeed in a bed, and my glasses seemed to have been taken off of me. As I managed to look side to side I saw that all the beds were set up. All of the nations seemed to be sitting at the table and eating. Diner maybe. I didn't want to interrupt their meal… but I also wasn't sure how long I'd been unconscious.

I forced myself to sit up. A light groan escaped me, my body protesting to the movement. The nations all looked up, looking at me with surprise. As they stood up I tried my best to do the same. My legs shook and quickly gave underneath the weight I was putting on them. Tumbling forward I landed on the bed in front of me and grasped the blanket so as to have some leverage when trying to get back up.

What the hell? Why was movement so difficult for me? I couldn't have been unconscious for more than a few hours! I tried to stand up again and began tumbling back down, a couple of the nations rushing over towards me. I quickly found myself being caught by Spain. "Hey…" I said, wincing from the headache I was beginning to notice that I had. "What's going on?"

Spain smiled gently down at me as he picked me up and set me back onto the bed I'd been laying on. "Not much… it's good to see that you're awake again though…"

A pair of arms were suddenly around me, the owner of them keeping a tight hold on me. "Dude! Don't ever go running off like that anymore! Especially not there's so much going on!"

I blinked and saw America giving a stern expression as he hugged. He seemed to be doing well for having just been shot. How long had I actually been unconscious? "I-I won't…" I said quietly trying to figure out how much time could've gone by since I'd passed out. "How long was I sleeping though?"

"A few days…"

I looked up in shock and saw Prussia staring at me with a cautious expression. He gently brought his hand to my forehead, touching me so lightly that I may as well have been the most breakable thing in existence. "A few DAYS?" I questioned, not wanting to believe that.

There was no way I could've been unconscious for multiple days. There was absolutely no way. China nodded, as if to confirm what I'd asked. "And the other countries showed up in that time, aru!" he said.

"With Thomas and Tommy…" I whispered, America finally releasing me from his hug as Prussia sat down next to me and gently placed his hand over mine.

Prussia glared at the wall, not seeming to like the mention of Thomas. "Yea," he said, his voice sounding slightly strained. "They're here too."

I yawned, my eyes feeling heavy. My head began feeling so heavy that it lolled onto America's shoulder, he having sat on my other side after releasing me from his hug. "D-don't be like that… they're trying to… trying to hel…"

I found myself beginning to lose consciousness. Well… not even losing consciousness. It was more like I was awake but too tired to do anything. Too tired to sit properly. To keep my eyes open. To talk. Almost so much as to being too tired to breath. But my body wasn't quite to the point of actually falling asleep though. It was close. But not quite there.

"H-hey! Marissa, wake up!" America said, beginning to shake me.

I suddenly felt the shaking stop as someone grabbed me away from America. "Don't go around shaking her like that! You could give her whiplash or something!" Prussia said with an annoyed tone.

A light poke on my cheek as Gilbird began nudging me from Prussia's shoulder. I fell limply into Prussia's arms, too tired to even respond. "And she's out again…" Spain said, his tone sounding sad. "This is the third time…"

Third time? Had I woken up for a few minutes two times before then? And if so… did that mean I'd been asleep for a few days since the last time I'd woken up? Or since I'd passed out the first time? If it was the first one… I could've been unconscious for much longer than just a few days. And I didn't remember waking up the other times. Would I fall asleep and not remember this time when I woke up again?

I felt myself being lain down in the bed. "You guys go and eat," Prussia said, presumably his arms wrapping around me as a blanket covered me. "I'm going to stay here for a bit."

Footsteps sounded and I felt myself being shifted slightly, lain so I was resting against Prussia. "Can you wake up for more than a few minutes?" Prussia whispered, lightly stroking my hair. "It would help a lot to have you trying to get us to let you help. Just to hear your voice more than a few minutes every few days would give me a bit more will to actually go out there and try to do something…"

I was so tired. But… I really want to respond too. I wanted to break out of the sleepy hold over me. I concentrated all my power and felt my hand reach up and lightly latch onto Prussia's sleeve. "S-sleepy…" I murmured, trying to open my eyes. "But I don't wanna sleep…"

I pulled myself up so I was lying right where my head would be right underneath Prussia's chin. I moved my hand and pulled Prussia's arm down, intertwining my hand with his. "Don't let go…" I murmured as I cuddled against him.

Prussia wrapped his free arm around me. "I won't…" he whispered, his voice holding a hint of shock in it. "Feel better…"

"Mmm…" I hummed, slipping into sleep before I could really do or say anything else.

My eyes snapped open, my head throbbing and my body lying on the floor as it ached. I groaned, a tiny whimper from the pain escaping me. I looked around and that China was standing above me with his wok and a concerned expression. Several other nation were standing around me with worried looks on their face. "What's going on?" I asked, wincing and holding my head as it throbbed.

Britain kneeled down and looked directly into my eyes. After a few moments he let out a sigh and nodded. "She's out of it…"

China lowered his wok and began apologizing profusely for having hit me with it. The nations then began explaining what had happened. The only thing I remembered of any of what they told me was that I'd passed out in the basement. But I'd apparently woken up two days later, but fallen back asleep before even ten minutes had passed. I'd woken up again a day or so after that and fallen back asleep again within five minutes.

That time I'd been unconscious for four days before waking up again. It was the first time I'd tried to climb out of bed when I'd woken up. Every other time I'd just lay there and talk, seemingly feeling like I had a cold. That time I seemed to be more coherent. But I'd fallen asleep again.

The last time I'd woken up had only been about two hours ago though. I'd apparently gotten up, causing Prussia to think I was awake again from his having not been fully asleep. "But you wouldn't answer me when I tried to talk to you," Prussia said. "You just kept murmuring about needing to get to the annex."

"And you're eyes," America said with a slight shudder. "They were all glazed over and looked weird."

"You were being controlled by Trent," Britain said, seeming to keep a wary stare on my eyes. "There was a hint of magic in your eyes."

"What… hint of magic? In my eyes?"

"They say that eyes are the window to one's soul. So if someone is under the influence of magic then their soul reflect it through their eyes," Britain explained.

"O-okay?" I said.

"So when you started trying to get out of here, continuously resisting us, I did the first thing I could think of…" China said. "I hit you with my wok, aru."

I nodded, deciding not to question why he'd thought of that first. It had seemed to work so that was really all that mattered. "So… the others are here?" I asked, trying to show that I remember some of what happened when I'd woken up.

"Yes, they're trying to search for a way out for us," Germany said with a nod.

I nodded. "Is there any way I want see them?" I asked, wanting to ask Thomas if he'd figured out a way to break the hold Trent had over me.

The nations looked at each other with reluctance. It was understandable that they wouldn't want to take me out of the safe room. Trent could begin controlling me at any moment. Outside of the safe room we could end up in a fight. I'd be a major danger to both them and myself if Trent took over during that. "I suppose… but if you start feeling… off, you have to promise to let us know right away," Prussia said after a few moments.

I nodded, a determined expression on my face. "I'll try my best," I said as I began trying to stand up.

My legs shook beneath me, not wanting support my weight from the lack of use I'd been showing them lately. I felt myself begin to fall. My arms went out, ready to catch myself on the floor, as I closed my eyes and stumbled towards the floor.

I never hit the floor though. I found myself being held in the arms of whoever had caught me. I blinked and looked up, seeing Romano looking down at me with a light blush on his face. "Y-you okay?" he muttered, his tone sounding annoyed yet… well it just sounded weird.

"Yea," I said, a slight grin on my face as Romano helped me back onto my feet. "Thanks for catching me though!"

Romano nodded and mumbled, but I didn't quite make out what he had said. Before I could even ask though I found myself being lifted onto Spain's back. I exclaimed in surprise but Spain just laughed and told me he would carry me. "You seem to be having trouble walking, so let me help mi amiga!"

"O-okay…" I said, slightly put off that I had to be carried. I was already enough of a burden with the looming fear of Trent taking over. I didn't need to be so weak that I could even walk. But if Spain was willing to help out when I needed it I wouldn't turn him down. Being stubborn wouldn't help me any. "Thanks."

"De nada," Spain said cheerfully as he followed behind the other nations.

Prussia and France stood on either side of Spain and I, keeping a steady pace with Spain so not to go ahead or fall behind. "So… Ita-chan told us about what exactly has been going on," Prussia said, his tone slow and careful.

"Oh…" I said, my voice quite.

It made sense. I'd told them about my having known about more than I should've when I'd been freaking out over shooting America. And it seemed to have been a week since then. A whole week I'd been unconscious. How reminiscent of when I'd been in the hospital. I'd been unconscious for about a week then as well. Two weeks of my life spent unconscious. Great.

"And you said you knew what was going on because of this being a game where you came from," France said, his tone equally as careful as Prussia's was.

"Yea…" I said, not being surprised to those who weren't there when I'd said it being informed about my confession. "But things aren't going exactly like the did in the game. Different things are happening. They're aligning alright, but some things are also not happening or happening before they should because of my messing around and Trent's involvement is changing different things as well…"

The two men nodded, thoughtful expressions on their faces. "To be honest… I'm not sure if I want to ask what is going to happen based on what you know…" France said. "And just as it was with Ita-chan, it's impressive you've been able to keep such a burden a secret for so long."

Prussia nodded and took hold of my hand. "But you shouldn't be keeping secrets from us. You should be trusting us like Italy had to," Spain said, a slightly scolding tone to his voice.

"Yea, we wouldn't be mad at you…" Prussia said.

"That wasn't why I didn't tell you…" I said, my voice hesitant. "I didn't tell you all because I didn't want you to worry… I didn't want you to all be scared of what could happen. I mean… yea, we're all scared anyway. But knowing what could possibly happen is painful. It makes it so I just want to stop it from happening… and when I think about what'll happen if I can't stop it… it's painful and scary."

Prussia's grip on my hand tightened slightly as I continued to speak. "I've been trying my best to help… I've been trying so hard to keep the bad things from happening. But I just seem to be making things worse. I can't seem to do anything to help…"

"You've helped, you got mochi out didn't you? And that made it so we could open the attic," Spain said.

My eyes widened. "You all went up there?" I asked, with a shocked tone.

"Oops…"

"They're outside the window, you can talk to them with this," Germany said as he handed me a cell phone.

"W-wait!" I said with a shocked tone as Prussia lifted me off of Spain's back and walked me over to the window.

"Nein, we'll talk about that later," Prussia said as he stopped in front of the window. "You wanted to talk to them, so talk."

I looked out the window and saw Thomas and Tommy looking up through it, Thomas holding a cellphone up to his ear. I lifted the other phone up to my ear and slowly waved, slightly shocked at the sight of all the nations and two people walking around outside. "Hello?" I said.

"Hey, it's good to see you again," Thomas said with a slight grin.

Gah! School starts today (the 29th)! And it's been forever since I updated! So I had to update before I actually go back! Gonna be crazy! My last year of high school o.O It's flown by! Anyways... hope you like this chapter. I hope it's not too boring Dx Oh and she was asleep (cause I'll probably never really explain it in the actual story) for so long cause of Trent continually fighting for control while the war was taking it's toll. As said in the previous chapter, that's a lot of strain on a body, even for a nation (cause I say so xP). So her body is trying to compensate. So yea :D