"Hey, England!" America called, waving his hand as he ran down the hill. England turned to greet him as usual, eyes widening and a gasp escaping as he saw America trip and land on him, eliciting quiet groans off pain when he realized where America's knee landed.
"Are you of your bloody onion?" England yelled, shoving the other man off him and curling into a ball shape.
"Ah, sorry England." America reached to pat his shoulder but received a glare and thought better of it.
"Leave before I can walk again, else I'll return the favour." England growled, wincing again as a new wave of pain coursed through him.
"But England! We found another survivor! I thought you;d want to kno-"
"New survivor?" As if the pain had melted away, England was on his feet, shaking America by the shoulders. "What does he look like?" America grabbed both of England's wrists in order to stop the shaking.
"I haven't seen him yet, but they say he's a blonde."
"Blonde male... Do you think?" England shook his head, It wasn't possible. "I want to see him. Where is he?"
"This way, back up the hill." America replied, turning his gaze on the steep incline.
"The hill?" England groaned, the pain returning. With a shrug, America started the climb, telling England to hurry up.

-

Canada moaned softly, turning his head and coughing again. His throat was horribly dry, feeling almost like paper, and his chest hurt. His neck too, he realized when he trued to tun it to the other direction. A whisper reached his ear and he spent a few moments trying to remember how to open his eyes.
"Nnnn... S-sey-" he attempted to call his sister's name assuming she was there, but his call was cut off by more coughing.
"Shh, don't say anything." The voice, once a whisper, was now louder. Finally his eyes peeled open and a fuzzy outline of a woman appeared in front of him. He realized instantly this was not his sister, but an older woman with brown hair.
"You're a little messed up. I wouldn't strain myself if I were you." She said, pressing a palm against his chest when he moved to sit up.
Canada nodded painfully. "I see you follow instructions better than some." She smiled. "My name is Hungary." Canada nodded. "That Smoker almost had you. It's too dangerous to travel alone these days." She said as she reached over him for something on a table and began to unravel a long trail of bandages.
"You aren't fatal, but that was extremely luck on your part. The cut was merely centimetres away from the vein in your neck, according to Lithuania. We're worried you might have fractured something, but without the right equipment we can't be sure." She explained the full extent of his injuries, making him wince every here and now. He was surprised he was even in one piece after that little showdown.
After talking about his injuries, she went to bring him a drink of water. It felt like the coldest, freshest water in the world despite being warm and murky. He tried his hand at speaking again, finding the words able to come out a bit easier.
"So, now you feel better, mind telling me your name?"
"Canada..."
Several more, simple, questions later and Hungary told him he needed to rest. She left him alone to his thoughts. According to her, France and Seychelles weren't the ones who saved him, which left him wondering who it was. He asked, but received no answer; only a smirk and a new question.
He was going to need to identify his saviours and thank them the first chance he got. And then he'd need to find France and Seychelles. 'Have they found the safe room, I wonder...?'
He shook his head. Of course they had. They didn't need him to get to the safe room. Canada held on to that thought as he drifted off like instructed.

-

"So? Is it him?" Hungary noted the limp which England seemed to have acquired. When she questioned him, he waved her off and repeated his question.
"Sorry England, It's not him." England swore, covering his eyes with a hand. "I'm sure you'll find him eventually, you just have to be patient."
"Encase you haven't noticed, Hungary, more and more people are dying each day to this blasted flu."
"England, no need to be so cranky!" America whacked the back of his head.
"Why you-" England said, rubbing his head. Hungary rolled her eyes as they began to argue, watching England tackle America to the ground.
"Hmm… How well-situated this position is." Both England and America stared at her.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, nothing! I was just thinking." She smirked and waved goodbye as they straightened themselves out.