I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving! Ok enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 25

"Damn this is not good; they look like they're getting worse Berwald." Mathias examined while looking over at Tino and then back toward Hana. Tino was breathing in very harshly, looking worse and worse by the minute. Hana was the same.

"We have to hurry, man!" Denmark fearfully yelled out while carrying the dead American as carefully as he could trying not to look down at him. If he did, tears would just well up again. He and America weren't really good friends and both didn't know each other that well, but Denmark really did feel for the man because this whole trip was his idea to get together and have fun and now he's dead.

"I know. We're almost there." Berwald said concerned. Soon after the words came out of Berwald's mouth, they all saw the cabin rising up in the distance, with half of it covered in snow, and the morning sunrise shining off of it; dawn had approached making the cabin cast a long shadow.

Lukas had the flashlight off and in his pocket since the sun made a much better light, and held onto the little dog even more.

"There it is, hurry up!" Sweden exclaimed to the rest of them, and they practically sprinted for the last two hundred yards until they finally reached the doors of the cabin. Lukas ran over and opened the door for the two and afterward he followed behind. Berwald burst through the doors, scurried to their bedroom, and set the small frail Fin down on the bed.

"Tino…you're ok now…I got you, and I won't let go." Berwald sweetly cooed as he laid his lover softly down on the bed and kissed his forehead. As he was leaning over and scanning Finland's wounds more carefully, Mathais and Lukas entered as well. Denmark went over to the couch and gently laid the American on it. He looked so peaceful… dead…

"Shit…what are we going to tell England, guys? He's in the other room; he's going to come in here eventually." Mathais said uncertainly. But their conversation was cut off suddenly by the stir movement of the Finnish man.

"B-Berwald…?" Finland asked uncertainly, slowly opening his eyes, only seeing the ceiling at first. Berwald quickly knelt down and scooped up his hands in his own.

"Yes, I'm here, Tino. I'm here." Sweden said back in his native tongue.

"I-I…" Tino said as tears started filling up in his eyes.

"What is it? You can tell me, no matter what it is; I told you I'm here for you. I won't leave. " Berwald said concerned as anxiety was building up inside him.

"I-I c-can't move my legs…I-I'm paralyzed Berwald…" Finland finally spilled out and broke down in tears. "I-I don't hurt much, b-but that's because I can't f-feel them. I'm scared Berwald, I-I…-" Berwald felt temporary stunned but leaned closer and soothed his lover.

"Shh…It's ok." Berwald said cutting off the Finnish man, scooting onto the bed to cuddle him, still deep in thought.

"We'll help fix this, we will" He said sounding more reassured. Finland looked up at him,

"H-how do you plan to do that? And how did you find me? I was all alone because…"

Then suddenly it hit him,

"Oh God, Berwald, Alfred. He…he's dead! I didn't know what to do! I thought I was going to die out there…" Finland stumbled over his words as he tried to sit up forgetting he wasn't able to, his strength was all drained.

"Whoa, calm down, Tino." Denmark butted in. "We know, all of us here know, Lukas, Berwald, and I know about that. We brought America back and laid him over on that couch. Right over there…" Denmark stated now coming into the sight of the Finnish man pointing to the corner of the room. Tino looked over to where he was at and sighed somewhat glad that they brought his body back. He looked peaceful. Finland looked truly troubled though…

"It was your dog that helped us find you. He really is a lifesaver, Tino." Lukas suddenly revealed snapping Finland back into reality.

Mathias and Lukas were now standing next to Berwald beside the bed, and Lukas placed the small frail dog on Tino's lap.

"Aw, Hanatamago you, you helped saved me…" This really got to the Fin as he started bawling into his lap as he pet his little pup. "Thank you, Hana…What would I have d-done without you!" Hanatamago looked up slowly and whined, making the crying Finnish man realize something was wrong.

"Hana, what's wrong? Is your leg still hurting? Ah! Your leg…it looks worse... it's turning a different shade... Is…is he going to make it?" Finland asked concerned as everyone just exchanged glances…

"We don't know…" Lukas finally uttered after a few moments of silence. Tino just stared.

"But Berwald! He's our puppy! We-we just have to do something!" Tino yelled out worried and all this commotion started getting louder, and they all turned when the door knob twisted.

"What's all the commotion in here?" Iceland asked confused as he walked into the room.

"Tino, Berwald, Mathais, Lukas! You're all back! I've been busy like crazy running back and forth helping treat Romano's and Spain's wounds, how's Tino? And when did you get back?!" Ice gleefully announced almost out of breath, realizing his Finnish friend on the bed.

"We got back a few minutes ago…and Romano and Antonio are back?" Mathais stated leaning against the wall by the bed now.
"Oh, well I'm glad you're all back! And yeah, Spain and Romano are both in bad shape!" the small Icelandic nation informed the rest.
"What happened to them?" Denmark asked as he walked over to the island nation.
"We don't know…they're both unconscious. Romano doesn't have very many injuries on the outside, but he's very sick, has been coughing up blood, and his lungs are sore. He also has a high fever…He just keeps getting worse and Japan's helping him to get better, but we don't have any medicine that helps this kind of coughing; all we have in stomach-ache medicine. All I know is what Japan told me, he said that Romano came banging on the door with Spain, all bloody and unconscious, and after Romano said to help Spain first, he then started coughing and pasted out.
"Where's England and Canada at?" Mathais asked looking over towards the American on the couch.
"Matthew's been sleeping most of the day, but when these two came barging in he woke up and started helping us gather things like medicine kits and towels. And Arthur, well…he's with Spain. Poor Spain, I feel bad for him; he looks like he's in a lot of pain. He has cuts, lashes, and bruises all over his body and his leg is well uh…it's beyond broken. It's all twisted and gross…I happened to see it when I went into his room to give England some more bandages." Iceland told the rest of them as Denmark and Lukas just stared at him.
"Th-that's horrible… Is-is anyone else back yet or not?" the Danish man asked.
"No…you're the second group back." Iceland answered and Denmark looked back at America.
"So China, France, Italy, Germany, Prussia, and Russia are still out there?" the Danish man said counting his fingers."

"Yeah, I guess…Japan, England, Canada, and I are all starting to worry…" Iceland informed them.

"We have to tell him…England I mean…about America." Mathais explained to Norway.

"What's wrong with America?" Iceland asked as he just noticed Alfred on the couch.

"He's um…well…he…didn't make it." Denmark replied with a sad look in his eyes.

"What!? A-America's dead?..." Ice sputtered out.

"Yes…a-and we need to tell the others, mainly England. They were pretty close you know." Mathias pointed out.

"Ice, can you show me what room he's in?" Iceland nodded and Denmark and Norway left the room leaving Sweden and Finland alone to talk things over.

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Iceland opened the door to Spain's room, and inside walked him, Mathias, and Lukas.
"Oh, good you're back! Hey, I need you guys to help me hold him down real quick, I'm going to try to snap this leg back into place." England stated to the trio upon entering, and everyone's face screwed up in disgust at the look of the Spaniard's leg, and his whole body for that matter.
"Uhh…Arthur we-we have to tell you something first. I know it's not the best time…" Denmark started but was cut off by an angry snarl.
"Damn right it's not the right time! Can't you see that I'm trying to operate here?!" England shouted, "Now can you guys help me hold him down or what?" England said, sounding very persistent in trying to help Antonio.
"Ok, now I need you guys to hold him tight and I mean tight because he will probably flinch…or freak out, but I'm not certain." England said as everyone gulped.
"Ok" the trio all said in unison as they held and gripped onto Spain's upper body.
"Alright," England said as he gripped onto Antonio's bad leg, seeing the Spaniard slightly flinch, and twisted it as hard as he could not making much of a dent and only managing to fix it a little bit.
Antonio's eyes flared open as he shrieked out as loud as he could, hurting the eardrums of the others around him. His body flailed, thrusting up and down as Arthur's kept yelling "hold him down!" But it was too much, Spain tossed and turned screaming every swear word he knew in Spanish and English for that matter, as he suddenly realized Romano wasn't next to him.
Where was Romano at? Where was he at? What's going on? Who were these people? All these questions arose in the Spaniard's mind all at once as his eyes came more into focus with the light. He saw a shape that looked like England? Possibly... and other fuzzy shapes.
"Romano!" Spain screamed out at the four in the room as he tried to get up to go see where his little tomato was. "Romano! Romano!" he yelled in hysteria over and over again.
"W-woah, Antonio stop! Stop man!" Mathais yelled out as he tried to help out his friend. But Spain was delirious, confused, and hurt.
"Where is Romano!? ROMANO!" the chaotic nation asked scared that his answer wouldn't be one that he liked. "Where is he?!"
"Just calm down, chill, its ok, Romano's in the other room just down the hall." Mathais stated in a soothing tone, only to be met with the hysteria from the Spanish nation, as he tried to wiggle out of their grasp.

"Lay down! It's ok. We're trying to help you Spain!" Iceland yelled out from Antonio's left side.
"I want to see him! Take me to him! ROMANO!" Spain thrashed against his captors, tugging, screaming in pain, as everyone grabbed on harder.

England then came into view and took his magic book and slammed it into Spain's head knocking him out once more. Spain looked up confused and then his head fell down again as he blacked out.
"Well…That went well." England stated sarcastically while looking back at now silenced Spaniard. "Bloody hell…" Arthur said looking at the broken leg "I barely even made a dent…in fact I might have accidently made it worse…I don't know...Man, I can't tell if I did the right thing or not." England huffed "He really needs to see a professional doctor, not me. I can no longer do anything for him." Arthur sighed
"Come on let's leave for a while, you said you had something you wanted to talk to me about?" England assumed. That last part more towards Mathais than anyone else.
"Oh, right…well I don't know if this is the right time to tell you this but uh, well…"
"Well…" England said tapping his foot "come on spit it out. What are you so dying to tell me?"

"Well…" Denmark gulped, Arthur, now impatient was staring intently into Mathias wild eyes.
"Ummm, well can we- um walk and talk? There's something that you have to see...and trust me you ... won't like it."