May 19, 2016

Sealand squeezed his eyes shut tightly, summoning every last smidge of his less-than-century-long experience as he thought desperately. What to do, what to do? Rawberry and Macarona were his guests (and they were kinda cute), he had to help them!

"Britain!" he exclaimed as a lightbulb popped up above his head. "That limey jerk would know what to do!"

Macarona stared at her fallen friend before looking over to Sealand with a questioning look. "Britain?"

Who is that...? She heard Sealand say a few comments about this 'Britain' but she didn't know who that person actually was. Sealand and Britain…Are they related –or friends?

The young angel doubted the friendship. "How is Britain suppose to help…and how do we contact this fellow?"

Oh well, Macarona just wanted Rawberry to be ok. The angel had a semi-serious look.

"That jerkfaced Britain is the guy I got my independence from, way back when." Sealand said absently, grabbing a phone from beside the cupboard and beginning to dial. "He knows a lot about magic, and since you guys are obviously magical creatures, he'll know a lot better than me how to help."

He hit "talk" and then stood there for a few seconds, the phone to his ear as he tapped an impatient, worried foot against the ground. Then he jerked.

"Hello, is this Britain?"

Indistinguishable sounds from the other end.

Sealand's slightly bushy eyebrows contracted slightly as he shouted into the phone. "Yeah, well, same to you! Listen, there are two girls with –no, I don't know why they're on my country, but one of them's hurt!"

Pause.

"They have wings, that's why!" Sealand yelled, his face flushing with anger. "Listen, you better hurry up and get here Jerkland, o-or I'll tell Sweden and Finland on you!"

Muffled yelling from the other end.

"Oh yeah?! Says you!" Sealand yelled, then turned the phone off and scowled heavily as he practically slammed it into the cradle. "Stupid Jerkland has to make everything difficult." he muttered, glancing darkly at the innocent device.

He then brightened slightly as he looked at Macarona. "He should be coming in about ten or fifteen minutes!" he said with a happy thumbs up, giving her a wink.

Macarona didn't know how to react properly to this. She wanted to giggle, and she wanted to hide because of how Sealand rose his voice. She went with the former, hiding her giggles with a pale hand. The young angel was trying not to be rude, but the giggles that escaped meant she was failing. When the phone call finally ended, the angel's wings shifted slightly in embarrassment. Macarona hid her face for five seconds, muttering a silent apology –before uncovering her face and smiling at the other.

"Okay. He sounds funny." Meaning, the relationship Sealand and Britain had was amusing. Macarona froze, taking on a frightened expression. "D-Don't tell him I said that!" she quickly added, looking to the side and muttering nonsense to herself.

The angel then blinked, looking at him, "...Is it bad to have wings?" An innocent question, remembering the small part of the conversation when the other mentioned the wings during the phone call.

She glanced at her own white feathery wings. Macarona never really got how Rawberry's wings worked... speaking of the demon, the angel watched her laying friend and sighed quietly...hoping for the best.

Sealand snickered. "He is, isn't he?" he said smugly, rubbing his hands in a gleeful sort of way.

Then he blinked and looked at Macarona. "Well, um, nobody here has wings…well, not that I know of." he amended, scratching his cheek. "Usually only magic people have them."

"Oh." Macarona looked at her hands a moment. "...Magic?" the young angel wasn't able to use magic just yet. The angel was stuck with basic skills until she learned at least one little spell or attack. She only knows a few beings that had magic since birth. The one that came to mind first was her friend...

Froze. Froze had a talent though, she was a natural healer. The normally stern angel also contained bitter cold magic (Scary!) but she could make the best ice cream or snow cones.

They had so many ice cream parties.

The second was Yosafire, the fiery demon could spew fire. Green fire. The green haired demon couldn't control it fully yet –but the others always thought the beautiful flames we're pretty cool!

Since Macarona couldn't find a way to use natural magic, she questioned the god about it. "Lady Etihw said, I'll be learning a few magic skills myself soon! I find out somehow!" The angel boasted almost proudly even though she didn't have the power now. The thought made her excited- what would she even be able to use?

Macarona shook off the thought, trying her best to focus her attention on Rawberry.

Sealand looked blank at the name, but finally shrugged and began pacing worriedly around the kitchen. Britain would get here when he got here, but that Jerkface better get here soon!

Macarona only watched Sealand for a few moments before bowing her head in possible concern. At least someone was going to help... She was also so grateful for Sealand's help in this situation. Usually, the angel would have Froze use healing magic –but since the blond angel wasn't here, that wasn't possible.

The young angel felt so useless already. Always having to depend on others...but she doesn't mind too much.

Sealand finally jerked, after what felt like forever, when he felt the familiar overbearing presence of Jerkland as a helicopter landed on his country and the bushy-browed jerk himself set one booted foot on the metal of his country.

"He's here!" he called happily, rushing out of the door.

Macarona blinked and looked up when Sealand ran out the door. She decided not to follow- the young angel didn't want to leave Rawberry's side. It was a little rude...but she was stubborn...a bit...not really. The angel gently took one of Rawberry's hands and and held it close to her. "Please be alright...Rawberry..."

Not getting a response from the other girl, Macarona sighed and frowned. Her white wings dropped slightly.

Sealand luckily didn't have to run far, as Jerkland had probably caught his urgency over the phone and was walking quickly into the compound, his gigantic eyebrows knotted ferociously. He grabbed the older country by the hand and dragged him towards the kitchen. "They fell out of the sky and we had scones and played hide and seek –I won, obviously, and Macarona was with me so she won too– but then when we went to find Rawberry and tell her we won, she was like this!"

He entered into the kitchen with Britain as he finished, and the older nation clicked his tongue, looking at the two girls.

The angel was quietly praying. She prayed to Etihw, the young angel prayed that Rawberry would be alright...and they would go home soon... Apple pie seemed good about now... This wasn't a bad place either though. Macarona only had this small feeling. What about the others? How were Yosafire and the rest doing? ...Good thing school is on break. The red eye'd angel muttered something quick under her breath before smiling slightly, wishing good things for the future.

"Kya!"

Macarona jumped slightly when the sensed the two arrive in the kitchen, snapping her out of her praying. Her wings showed something quite like discomfort to a new face but then the angel folded her wings just as quick as when she jumped. The young angel didn't bother to smile any longer. In fact, the angel seemed more worried then ever. Macarona stared at Britain for a moment, would he really be able to help?

Britain blinked at the two small girls, both winged like Sealand had said. He then sighed and rolled up his sleeves, placing a small black bag on the floor as he knelt beside the duo.

"What is her condition?" he asked calmly, looking at Macarona expectantly.

Macarona nodded, turning back to Rawberry. She wasn't really sure what to say. Froze taught her a few words in terms of conditions as this. "She's in critical, but stable condition. She won't wake up..." Now, the young angel didn't quite check her friends wounds...However, the angel did check vital signs.

Britain angled his bushy brows and leaned over Rawberry.

Macarona gently removed the hair that covered her friends face, then she quickly looked away.

There was an nasty blue and black bruise on the pink hair's forehead that seemed to have opened a wound already. (Maybe she was hit with a blunt object?) The blood was smeared, someone either wiped it, or pressed down on the wound on purpose. A violent scratch under her closed eyes. Lastly, was the cut on the throat, but it didn't seem as deep, as if the young girl dodged most of the blow before it could do irreversible damage. Despite all this, the girl had a slight smile on her face. Almost a calm expression. Rawberry also had a bloody hand, but no cuts were on it.

Britain took all of this in with a deepened frown, then pulled a bottle out from the little black bag and opened it, sniffing at the top as a green and purple mist drifted out. Sealand yelped and hid behind the counter. "Are you insane?! Don't feed her your cooking!" he squeaked around it in panic, and Britain glared at him.

"Bollocks! This isn't my cooking, it's a potion!" he snapped defensively, turning red, and Sealand peeked warily around the counter. "You sure?" he muttered, glaring at the potion with deep suspicion.

Britain did not deign to reply, instead tilting the potion sideways and sprinkling it over Rawberry. The greenish-purplish liquid seemed to stick to her wounds, starting to glow.

Macarona was startled about the cooking remark-noting that this was the second (Or third?) insult or warning that sent out red flags. She sweatdropped but stared in awe at the magic effects from the potion.

Then Macarona half gagged, the potion's color was (in her opinion) hideous

Thank Etihw, Rawberry didn't have to drink that.

The glow slowly faded, and Britain looked (*cough* surprised *cough*) pleased to see it working. He corked the bottle and put it back, ignoring Sealand, who had crept out from behind the counter and was cautiously prodding the small bag with one toe.

The glow finally faded out after several minutes, leaving Rawberry's wounds almost entirely gone, only the deepest remaining as faint yellow bruises.

Macarona felt a weight lift off her chest as she watched Rawberry breath softly (but she couldn't tell if the pink haired was awake). She was so comforted that Rawberry seemed much better now. The young angel let out a small silent sigh, she's be holding. Macarona was already so grateful to Britain –speaking of him…

The angel turned to him with a bright innocent smile. "T-Thank you!" she squeaked in a tiny voice, unable to straighten her voice appropriately.

Macarona wanted to hide now. Hide forever –she can't even say a simple 'Thank you' to a stranger without squeaking?...A cave would be an excellent place to live in forever. Aiiiiiiiii…

Britain nodded courteously to her –he was an officer and a gentleman, after all!– and then looked at Sealand, his eyebrows heavily with suspicion. "And just what was this young lady doing on your country that she came to such harm, hmm?" he asked, and Sealand puffed out his cheeks, looking indignant.

"It wasn't my fault! It-it just happened!" he said angrily, his face red, and Britain sniffed in disbelief.

Macarona blinked in slight alarm, she rose her voice a little bit-even if it still sounded squeaky. The angel felt like she needed to defend Sealand and clean up this little...misunderstanding. Even if the little display nearly made her giggle.

"Ah..." Here she goes... no backing out now...

"P-Please don't blame Sealand! We we're only playing a g-game –Hide and Seek–and came back to declare our win–but R-Rawberry was hurt when we got back!" she peeped, frowning all the while.

Never mind the cave. Macarona wanted to live on an unknown island. Maybe, just maybe...there would be some sand to make sandcastles with...

Britain looked at her in surprise, then "hmm"ed and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Sealand, did you sense any unusual presences on your…country…during this period of hide and seek?" he asked, and Sealand scuffed a shoe on the ground, shaking his head.

"Bollocks." Britain cursed under his breath, snapping his fingers. He put one hand on his knee as he shoved himself to his feet, then dusted off his palms and turned to Rawberry and Macarona. "All things considered, I think it'd be best if we rejoined at my home."

Macarona didn't quite understand how Sealand would be able to sense any presences here, but the angel decided not to question it. That doesn't mean she wants to part with her new found friend though. No matter how confusing this was. Macarona will admit it- She has weird friends. She doesn't mind though. About those weird friends...

Rawberry was definitely included in that group.

"Is...Is Sealand coming too?" Macarona asked quietly and innocently.

Britain gave Sealand a deeply suspicious glare. Sealand beamed encouragingly.

"I suppose…" Britain finally sighed grudgingly, and Sealand squealed, tackling Macarona in a hug.

Macarona smiled but yelped quietly in startled surprise when she was embraced."eep!" In fact, she lost her breath for a moment in the shock but after regaining it- the angel giggled before smiling once more.

The timid angel wanted to give Sealand a small hug back- but couldn't will herself to do so. She could already feel her cheeks redden from the contact.

Macarona didn't want to just push Sealand away either (uncertain if feelings would be hurt), so she just let him hug her.

Sealand realized that Macarona was not hugging back and pulled away, giving her a tentative smile. Maybe she isn't a hugger? He thought as Britain picked Rawberry up, starting to walk back to the flat part of Sealand's country.

Macarona noticed how awkward she made this-so she bowed her head to Sealand. "S-Sorry!

I w-was too startled to hug you back! P-Please don't take offense or a-anything!" she squeaked before jetting to her feet and running after Britain, she was too embarrassed to say much more.

The young angel hid most of her face with pale hands, silently muttering apology after apology.

Sealand beamed and then gave Macarona another hug. "Its okay! Here, have another!" he said happily, ignoring Britain's disapproving energy from ahead.

Macarona stopped her small quiet rambling and instead, smiled at during next hug. It felt less intimidating so she giggled softly and gave the quickest, but softest hug back. The young angel was grateful for her emotions settling down once more.

She felt happy.

12.47 PM, USA Central Time