To Be Cured: 5

Don't Ask Questions: 2

Father, Who Are You?: 1

Again, vote, summaries in chapter 23 blah blah, enjoy! It's a few days late but I couldn't find any magic to help me write - you know when the words just pour out of your fingertips and they just magically form on the page and it's like all your thoughts are in order and nothing could go wrong? That magic.

Belarus choked on her own blood, even as she heard Daniel yelling at his mates and Canada and Russia's arms gently lifting her up. She coughed, spitting out more of it, hoping that what remained of her tongue would soon crust and harden over, but to no avail - her mouth was wet and still spewing blood. She was already feeling faint, stars and black spots dancing in her eyes, leaning against her former brother. She fought the sensation, not wanting to faint again, or once again wake up in a bed. Russia would not let her participate in what was going on if she was to faint right now. He'd probably lock her in a room somewhere, and she was not having that.

"Hold her still," Sealand ordered, though he was deathly white and looked like he was about to faint any second. "Wh-where's Romania? Or Norway? She needs that... thing... sealed." He almost gagged when more blood spilled out, seeing the whites of Belarus's eyes. She looked almost demonic, hair, clothes and half her face bloody.

"They're gone," came the short reply, and Canada shot him a confused look. "We'll have to hand her over to the medics, but we can't move her too much - she might die from blood loss!"

"We're already here," cried a paramedic, running in. They had a stretcher with them. "Put her on here - sweet mother of God! What happened?!"

"There was a fight - my friend was hurt and so was she," Canada intervened before Sealand could open his mouth. He gestured to France, who was already being taken care of. "We need you to take these people to United Nations Hospital," he continued. He couldn't let the nations go to a normal hospital - there was a special hospital only for nations.

"But - but that's so far away! And -"

"We're government representatives," Sealand piped up. "We need special protection!"

The paramedic blinked at him.

"He - he is here on behalf of Sealand - he insisted on coming," Canada said hurriedly. "They'll let you in once they see your patients, please hurry!"

The paramedic closed her mouth and nodded, turning away and speaking into her walkie-talkie, rerouting the ambulance to the UN Hospital. She didn't know these people, but she had seen their badges, and the fact that neither of them seemed to be from the same country was enough to convince her of their validity. She helped Belarus onto the stretcher, pushing her out with the others, screaming orders as the other paramedics performed emergency stitches on her tongue.

Once she was gone, Canada grabbed Sealand's arm, pulling him back to the main room, Daniel following with his crew. "Guys!" he shouted, coming through the door. Everyone was solemn-faced, even though Italy's screams had been reduced to sobs. "What -"

"One casualty - South Italy," Spain said, his voice cracking. "Many more injuries. And they left."

One of these soldiers had begun to shine...

Canada felt a sudden urgency to get back to his brother's home. He realised what his brother meant about needing to go home - maybe it was tiredness? He didn't push it down though. "Sealand, I think we should go to Uncle America's house," he said to the boy. Sealand looked at him, confused.

"Why?"

"I don't know - I think we should, OK? I need to get you out of the way, before you get hurt," he snapped, then sighed. "Sorry..."

"You're right," Denmark said. "I think we should go to America's house. It's the closest."

"What about -"

"Leave them," Japan interrupted. "Sorrow cannot be avoided. Pain must be felt. There is never another way out. I'm sorry." He too, had a slightly wet face, but he did not let any other emotion show. "We must go. There is still a war to be fought - and people to save." He followed Canada out, who climbed into the car that had arrived for them, the other nations copying as well.

"Yeargh!" Romania yelled, managing to stop himself from crashing into the side of the building. He was underground somewhere, he knew that. The walls and the floor were wet and slimy, so he was near water. Where exactly, though, he could not identify. He had cast a short spell to take him to the place their bodies were. Now he tried to look for something, anything - a door, a window, something to show him the way. "Norway, you do this one," he said and retreated, letting Norway take a hold of his own body.

Norway pulled a small torch out of his pocket, clicking it on and observing his surroundings. His teeth ached, but thankfully they were not bleeding anymore. His body felt bruised but he supposed that came with fighting a vicious enemy. He pushed on through the seaweed on the ground and the wet, misty cobwebs that hung above.

If he was being honest with himself, he kind of wished he was back at home, not facing this. He wanted to make sure Iceland was all right but he knew that he was in the safe hands of the other nations. He sighed wearily, thoughts straying to Denmark. He had only glimpsed him once during the fight, and to see him fighting so furiously, like he was back in the days of more war and less politics, had seriously turned him on. He would definitely get that man covered in blood and holding a sword more often...

"Eeeeew!" complained Romania from inside his head. "We can hear your thoughts No-chan! That's weird!"

"Oh shut up you brat! We're in the middle of a war!"

"You only like what No-chan is imagining because you're into a blonde too!"

"Bloody Romani! I'll kill you!"

"Not the time guys," Norway murmured, entering a control room. There was no one in there, thankfully, so he paused, gazing down at the controls. He clicked a few buttons, staring at them confusedly, not really sure what he should do. England had described them being stuck in a room - and 2P America had spoken to them, so must have been a microphone, which there was. If he spoke to them here, then he should be able to see them, right?

"Come on, fucktards! Why are you walking so fucking slowly?!"

"Shut up, bitch!"

"Oh my precious baby what did my evil other self do to you? Oh jammy wammy..."

"Dad, please, stop..."

"Sfarzoso! Put me down and let me kill him!"

"Nein, Italien..."

"Hehehehe! Marikaya chikyuu -"

"Will you shut it, Kuro! You've been singing them goddamn lyrics since we arrived here!"

Norway bolted through the other doors, quickly doing a concealment spell so he was covered up. He sneaked silently through, looking through every door to try and find their bodies. "I'm going to back with the others once we explode," he murmured quietly.

"Make sure America is safe, and Canada, France too!"

"Moldova, don't let Moldova come to any harm - we'll get to you as fast as possible!"

"Amonor, Jack and Tinkerbell need to be contacted as well..."

"Ye -" he was thrown back by a torrent of water as it spilled out into the corridor, wetting him and increasing the headache he had tenfold. "Ouch..."

"Our bodies, get in there!" England hissed urgently.

"HEY! We know you're there, Magic Trio!"

"Arrgh..." Norway groaned, beginning to feel his body heat up. He was in pain, but he dragged himself into the room England and Romania had been in, spotting Romania's body lying not far off. His breath began to speed up; his clothes began to itch; his eyes starting to burn with the light that was coming off his body. It came in short bursts as the magical separation began.