Prussia P.O.V.

Birdie goes limp in my arms before he finishes his sentence.

"Birdie? Hey. Hey Birdie?" I shake him a bit, but he doesn't respond. "West!" I call up to my bruder. "Get off the phone with your boyfriend and get down here!"

I hear him grumbling something about Feliciano not being his boyfriend, but I don't pay attention. I shake Birdie again, hoping he'll wake up.

West comes down and sits on the other side of Birdie after seeing him unconscious. He checks his pulse, looks him over, and then looks at me.

"You said he live in that burned house, right?"

"Ja, but-"

"Do you know how long he was there since it was burned?"

"Francis said two months, but I don't see-"

"So he probably hasn't had food or water for around two months. That must be why he's so thin as well."

"So, he just needs to have food and he'll be fine?"

"It will take more than just food, but that will help."

"Alright."

We hear a car pull into the driveway, and West looks over at me. "You may want to take him upstairs while I tell Vati about him."

"Fine." I pick Birdie up again and carry him to my room. I lay him down under the blankets. I sit on the bed and take his glasses off. It's amazing he can still see through them. They're covered in soot. I put them on the bedside table. I look back over at Birdie and go to brush some hair behind his ear, but his polar bear growls at me. He must have followed me up and was laying down with his front paws on Birdie's chest. His head is up, but it had been resting on his paws.

"Hey, the awesome me won't hurt him. I saved him from that burnt down house."

The bear doesn't seem fazed by this. He keeps growling at me. I move my hand back and he puts his head back on his paws and stops growling, but he does keep his eyes on me.

After a few minutes, West comes into my room.

"Vati says that Mathieu can stay until he is better."

"Until he's better?" I stand up. "He has no place to stay West! That burned house is no place to stay!"

"Calm down bruder. He can stay, but he'll need to pull his weight around here."

"He will." I immediately respond. And I'm sure he will.

"Gut. Und dinner is in a few minutes."

"I'll be there in a minute." He nods and leaves.

I look back over at Birdie. He's still unconscious. I go over and brush his hair behind his ear, pushing his bear away from me so he won't bite me. I smile back at Birdie before going downstairs for dinner.

Few hours later: Canada P.O.V.

I wake up to see Gilbert looking at me again, but that only freaks me out a little this time.

"Sorry. I don't know why I do that."'

"It's Ok Birdie. West thinks it's because you haven't had any food for a while."

I nod and try to sit up, but I still can't. Gil pulls me up and has me lean against him. I then realize we're sitting on his bed.

"We're on your bed." I quietly say.

"And you're a blonde, Birdie." I can hear him smiling.

"Why are we on your bed?"

"It's more comfortable than the sofa."

"Wh-what?"

"Hey, relax. The sofa seems comfortable, but after sleeping on it for a while, it's not awesome. And so I figured that since you're my awesome new friend, you an awesome place to sleep. And, well, my room is the most awesome, so I let ya rest here. And I brought you some food."

He gives me some food he had brought up. And that's all I can think about. It tastes so good, but it was gone way too soon.

"Kesese. Hope you don't get sick Birdie." He holds me close to him after putting the plate on the bedside table. I feel myself blush a bit.

"I won't."

After a minute or so, my head starts to nod. I know it's not late, but I feel exhausted.

"Tired Birdie?"

"I-I guess, a bit."

"Hey, you can sleep. It's all right."

"Uh." I'm a bit nervous since I just met Gil. Even though he did save me, I'm still uneasy about it. Kuma comes over and lays down on my lap. I pick him up and hold him to me.

"It's all right Birdie." He gently rubs my back I freak out a little at first, but then I slowly relax. Before I know it, I'm leaning against him, with my head turned, leaning against his shoulder. I fall asleep around a minute later.

Prussia P.O.V.

Since his polar bear is asleep too, I hold Birdie for a little while before I lay him back down under the covers. He looks so peaceful, and I can't help but smile.

I change into sweatpants and a tee and sit back on my bed. After a minute or so, Birdie starts to softly whimper in his sleep.

"Birdie?" I go to gently rub his arm, but he flinches at my touch. Maybe it's just a dream he's having… hopefully.