Spain smiled slightly as he gazed at Romano - he had been so worn out from being completely terrified that he had fallen asleep - but that smile turned into a scowl as he thought of the man who had tried to take his Lovi away. I don't care who he looks like, if he thinks he can kill Romano and Veneziano he's a problem! Speaking of Veneziano… Spain carefully laid Romano on the floor, making sure to keep him away from the broken glass, and gingerly pressed his fingers to North Italy's wrist. His eyes widened when he couldn't feel a pulse or see the Italian's chest moving, but he forced himself to stay calm; no need to wake up Romano and make him worry. Spain lowered himself to place his ear against Feliciano's chest, hoping, praying… After what seemed like an eternity, he heard a soft lub-dub… lub-dub… The Spaniard heaved a huge sigh of relief. At least they were both alive, although he wasn't sure heartbeats were supposed to be that slow. Germany wasn't nearly as worrying; his chest rose and fell visibly, and he even stirred a bit. Now the important thing was to get everyone out before Italy's look-alike returned to finish them off, but there were too many of them to do it alone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called a friend he had on speed dial.

"Guten tag, Spain! Vhat's up?"

"Hola, Prussia! Can you come over to Italy's right now?

"Vas? Vhy?"

"I need help getting your brother out of here."

If Prussia was confused, he didn't sound like it. "The awesome me will be there ASAP!" There was a beep as the line disconnected, and Spain occupied himself by moving the Italian brothers out of the bathroom and sweeping up the broken glass. He knew that he would drive himself insane by worrying if he didn't do something.

=^w^=

Prussia had been lazing around the house, wondering why West had suddenly disappeared without a word, and to where, when he got Spain's call. Now he knew all he needed to know - Germany was at Italy's house and something bad had happened - and he was driving, recklessly as his brother would say, as fast as he could to get there before he was too late. He swerved around corners and sped down straightaways until he finally reached his destination. He jumped out of the car and ran inside, not even bothering to knock because he was "too awesome" for that.

"Spain?"

"Over here!" his friend called.

Prussia ran toward the voice and found Spain standing over the Italy brothers and Germany, who were all sleeping or unconscious.

"What happened to them?!"

"I'll explain later, but first, can you help me take them to your place?" Spain's voice sounded strained, worried.

"Right! I'll get mein bruder!" Prussia scooped up his younger brother to take him to the car as Spain struggled to pick up the smaller two personifications.

"Mmph… I can walk… lemme go, bastard," Romano mumbled, eyes still shut.

Spain just chuckled softly at this, eventually succeeding at holding an Italian in each arm. He wasn't a pirate anymore, but fortunately he was almost as strong as he used to be.

=^w^=

England watched Romania cradle a teacup in his trembling hands; he looked much calmer and happier than he had an hour earlier, but maybe he had drunk too much caffeinated tea.

"Do you want any more?" England inquired, proffering the teapot which he had already refilled twice.

"No thanks, I think I'm good," Romania smiled.

"Let me take that for you then," England offered, reaching for Romania's cup.

"No! I mean, I'll take care of it. I've been here often enough." Romania jumped up and took the teacup to the kitchen, England following with the teapot and his own cup. He had barely stepped inside the room when he heard a crash and the sound of breaking china.

"Ouch! Sorry, England...hand slipped," the red-eyed nation confessed, turning red from embarrassment; if he had just let his friend take the cup, it wouldn't have been broken. "I'll replace it, I swear!"

"That's not important, I have plenty more just like it. Did you cut yourself?" the Britt asked, concerned.

"It's nothing. I'll help you clean it up," Romania insisted.

"No. Go sit down. I'll take care of it and get you a bandage."

"If you insist..."

England strode to the bathroom, to the cabinet where he kept most of his bandages, and realized that he had no idea what size he needed. He grabbed a box of various sizes and nearly left without a thought save those of Romania and a shattered teacup, but he glanced in the mirror and saw a bright blue eye, his but not his, wink at him.

Shit.

As he returned to his guest, England pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket, jabbed at the numbers, and missed because his hands were shaking even more than Romania's had been. He swore and yelled, even though they were now both in the same room, "Call Norway and tell him to get over here! It's starting again!"

... Gosh Romano. You have one line, you're not even awake, and it's still one of my favorites. *shakes head* How does this happen? Anyway... I took advantage of a "snow" day to finish this and am now posting it at nearly midnight. Stuff is happening, and it seems like the Magic Trio know more about it than they maybe should. I'd like to hear any theories you may have!