They all seemed to scream her name at once as both Feliciano and Alfred dived down to catch the falling Texan girl's body before it hit the ground.

She twitched, coughing, and desperately gasping for air as she tried to wrestle away from the two countries arms. It looked like she was having a seizure, with her eyes wide and her body having its spasms.

"Alexa!"

Feliciano tried to hold her close, to keep her from moving, but to no use. If anything, she was trying to get out of his grasps.

Ludwig immediately drew his gun aiming at Noemi's forehead, but a bullet to the knee sent him to the ground as well, and the effect was almost instant.

Burning - and a lot of it - but at the same time, some kind of strange itchiness like there were billions of ants crawling within his skin, biting into his muscles and veins.

He opened his mouth to scream, but the sound wouldn't come out, and he could hardly hear what was happening around him as his body began to twitch, and the taste of bile rose to his mouth.

He quickly threw himself onto his stomach as he threw up, unable to control at first, the pain of using his body in any way increasing.

Noemi held up the gun again, eyes dulled with no life in them, aiming it at Alfred who was now on his feet.

He dashed towards her and she pulled the trigger, the bullet whizzing past his ear as he quickly ran towards her in the zigzag pattern.

Arthur was behind him zooming off to the side to catch her from behind while Alfred threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, catching her off guard.

He felt her gasp, and she almost lost balance, but she quickly landed on her skillful feet, balancing her weight and his. The thought occurred to him that once, Ivan had mentioned that she was a skillful ballet dancer, but before he could think about that, he remembered the gun.

She raised the gun to his head, and instinctively, his hand closed in on her wrist, pulling it wildly up. They struggled, but her thin arms were no match to his strength and he managed to make her toss the weapon aside.

He tried to wrap her arm behind her back, but her fist (the other arm) came up, plunging into his cheek bone with such force, it almost knocked him over.

He thought he heard someone shout his name, but it was unclear, he didn't even feel the sharp prick in his shoulder or hear the familiar growls of the dogs as they neared. It was in the heat of battle, and he was going to win.

She somehow managed to lift her delicate feet and kick him in the chest where he doubled back, coughing, landing on his back.

It was then that he was aware that he was bleeding, and that there was a blade emerging from his back.

Arthur closed in on her, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling back as hard as he could. She coughed, her arms flying up in defense before landing on his face, dragging those sharp dagger - like nails down his cheeks drawing blood.

He switched positions immediately, managing to turn her around by her shoulder, where he threw her onto him, her weight heavy upon for a moment before she pulled herself together and began to kick writhe like a snake in his arms.

She wasn't getting anywhere, and he guessed by the look of things, she was out of dangerous weapons.

She was weak, even with whatever the Doctor gave her, unable to compete with that of the stronger nations.

He held her tight, like a mother holding her infant child at its birth, and when she began to scream in frustration and sank her teeth into his shoulder, he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, but did not cry out at the pain.

The growling was becoming closer and the dogs were near.

He saw Feliciano scramble for her gun where he held it - now almost broken - and a small vile labeled, "ANTIDOTE" slipped out.

Noemi screamed her fists slamming against his chest with tears running down her cheeks before looking at him in the eyes - for a moment with emotion - something he had in the eyes of a dying soldier on the battlefield - and said,

"Kill me. Kill me now. Please."

Arthur was shocked at her request, he couldn't kill her. She was not under her own control, she was not aware of what she had done. He couldn't kill her and he wouldn't. Suddenly Arthur remembered an impromptu lesson on acupuncture he had learned from Yao. He remembered being told about the different nerves and while some nerves did nothing, others could knock out a person completely. Using what little knowledge on the subject he had, Arthur jabbed a nerve at the base of Noemi's skull and she went limp in his arms.

"Well that's been taken care off..." The Englishman sighed, still on an adrenaline high. He would feel the pain of his wounds at a later time.

"Alexa! Come on, stay awake!" Both Alfred and Feliciano were kneeling over the fallen country. The American was trying to stop the bleeding wound while a frantic Italian held her hand. "She's losing too much blood!"

Alexa has become pale and her skin started to chill slightly. Once emerald green eyes that were filled with determination had faded in color, the life almost gone. She couldn't really see anymore and she could only hear muffled voices. The hand that gripped hers was tight and slightly shaking. She wanted to squeeze his hand but she felt cold and wanted to sleep. Alexa forced herself to smile before closing her eyes, giving in and letting go.

"Alexa come on! Now isn't the time to be givin' up!" Alfred exclaimed and scooped his sister up into his arms. "Feliciano you help Ludwig walk since he took a bullet to the knee. Arthur you carry Noemi, everyone should already be where we agreed to meet up by now." Al proceeded to bolt down the hallway, his only concern was to keep his sister alive. So much had already gone wrong and they were stuck in this mess because of him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to take it with her death on his soul for the rest of forever. Feliciano wouldn't forgive him if she died either, would he blame Alfred or himself more?

Feliciano was very attached to Alexa, well really they were both attached to each other. Did they love each other? They should be ashamed for making it so obvious! The Italian had a very intensive mafia background that rarely came to light. However with recent events in hand it wouldn't be a surprise if he went bat shit crazy or just breaks down emotionally. If Alexa dies then there will be revenge and blood will be spilt, it's almost grantee.

The group met up with the others and even though they were concerned with the Texan's wellbeing, followed the plan she had set in place. Everyone hauled ass to a flight of nearly crumbling stairs. Each country went one at a time as to not over exert the staircase and have it potentially crumble from beneath them. Once everyone was on the next floor they ran to a large room that was labeled 'Training Room'. To be put simply they ran in, locked the door, and barricaded it. Arthur tied up Noemi to a chair with a bit of sturdy rope. He felt bad for having to do it but it was a precautionary measure in case she was still under this weird Doctor's mind control.

Matthew wrapped up Ludwig's injured knee and gave him a shot of a lovely pain medication cocktail. Alexa, however, was now laid out on what appeared to be a wrestling mat. Once tan skin was now pale and while with her lips acquiring a blue tinge. Yao pressed his middle and forefinger to her neck, holding it there for a few seconds he started to look concerned. He suddenly leaped up and laced his hands over her chest and started doing chest compressions.

"I felt her pulse but not it's gone, aru! Someone needs to come and breathe for her! I don't' care who just someone get over here!"

Apparently out of the group only Francis knew how to really do mouth to mouth, no lie he was certified. He did the breaths in the correct times and followed Yao's lead. Feliciano stood nearby with full view of what was going on. The entire room was silent apart from the attempt for save what could be the first death. Time seemed to drag on, the seconds felt like minutes and hours until eventually Yao sat up from his hunched over position.

"Is she...?" Alfred's voice cracked with worry until Yao shook his head.

"We tried but she's gone..."