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A loud drum pounded away. Alfred couldn't help but think that it would make a fantastic rhythm for any number of new songs that will come out. His tail started to twitch to the drumming. The beat was strong and he could feel it pulsing throughout his body, collecting in his foreleg, ribs, and snout.

Alfred snapped his eyes open, realizing that the beat was his own pulsing blood. He looked at his leg stretched out in front of him and saw that it was wrapped in tight bandages over a rapidly closing wound. Ah, right, the staged fight that didn't agree to, thought Alfred. Doing a wolf-shrug he carefully grasped an edge of the wrappings with his teeth, wrinkling his nose and in doing so learned that a small cut on between his eyes and wet nose had been cleaned. And it stung. Ignoring the itching, he ripped the bandages off his leg and proceeded to lick the torn flesh. It wasn't long before he could feel the bone renewing itself and muscle and tendons reattaching, the skin wove itself back together and new strands of snowy white fur grew over the new skin. He felt the sting and itch on his snout slowly dissipate and focused himself on the wound attempting to heal on his side.

Turning his head granted him a perspective in which to see the tightly wound fabric that covered his self-healing lesion. He quickly tore at it and flung it off his body so it would not heal into the skin. After his body was healed he then took notice of his surroundings. He was currently spread out on a tile floor in what appeared to be a laundry room with the door shut. The light fixture was shinning steadily, illuminating the entire room.

A glance around revealed a washer, dryer, a bowl of water and a bowl of dog food. Alfred's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten for a day. He lunged at the food bowl and attacked it with vigor. Within seconds the chow was gone and America was halfway through the water- whishing it were soda or coffee but oh well- when he heard something. Pricking his ears up he listened to the sound of a door slamming and a voice shouting, "Yo, West! What's for breakfast!"

Breakfast? Wait, did I sleep a whole night? America walked over to the door to try and hear better.

Footsteps echoed through the house and walked past the door Alfred sat behind. "West- oh, hey. What's wrong Ludwig?"

There was a soft scrapping of a chair being pushed back. "Gilbert, there was ah... last night with the dogs-" Germany was cut off by Prussia saying, "What happened to the dogs? Are they ok? Did one of them get hurt? Did one of them..."

There was an annoyed grunt followed by, "No, nothing happened to the dogs. But they did get in a fight. They attacked a wolf that jumped the fence."

"W-what? Why was there a wolf in the yard? And-wait. If a wolf jumped the fence, assuming that one could seeing how high it is," Alfred huffed at Prussia's statement. The fence wasn't that high, if he wanted, he could have cleared it as a human. But, then again, he did do gymnastics...

"How could the dogs be completely fine? I thought wolves were vicious, fighting machines!"

Germany sighed, "I don't know. She was just laying down taking the attack like she didn't want to hurt the dogs or something. The tore her up though, I had to patch her up while she was sleeping."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Prussia said, "Are you telling me that a female wolf broke into our yard, did nothing while being attacked, and then slept the entire time you stuck a needle in her and poured alcohol on her and wrapped gauze around her?"

"Yes." Germany said blatantly.

"And that doesn't seem odd?" Prussia asked incredulously.

Germany must have shrugged because Prussia swore and asked, "Well where is it?"

"The laundry room," Germany answered nonchalantly. "I'll show you."

The comment was followed by two sets of footsteps heading to the door. Alfred stood and backed up, raising his tail and head to stand in a proud stance. The doorknob turned and the door swung open cautiously and revealed a pajama bottom clad albino and a slightly disgruntled looking German. Alfred noted that Germany was wearing Levis and a black tank top. He had to force himself to retain a stoic face; everyone loves his jeans.

The two brothers stood in the doorway just staring at Alfred. Alfred huffed and picked up the food bowl. With a jerk of his head he tossed it at the brothers. It was caught by Germany who looked startled.

Slowly Prussia turned to Germany and said, "I thought you said she was wounded." Germany blinked then slowly raised his hand to point at the torn bandages. Prussia followed his gaze and gulped. Alfred rolled his eyes and trotted up to Germany, pawing at his leg. As he glanced down at Alfred, Alfred used his head to gesture back and forth between the empty bowl and Germany's face.

Prussia let out his classic, "Kesesese, I think she wants more food." Germany nodded and walked into the kitchen, Alfred hot on his heels. Alfred could hear Prussia following but was more interested in the sudden waft of bacon and eggs. As Germany opened a canister to scoop out dog food, Alfred jumped at the table, landed on it, and snatched a piece of bacon before Prussia could cry out. Which, he did. This caused Germany to turn and yell at Alfred for eating the remains of his breakfast.

Alfred raised his head and smiled at Germany who glowered in return. Hey, healing takes energy.

Prussia scooted closer to Germany and asked, "So, what are we going to do with her?"

Germany slowly relaxed into a thinking position. "My original plan was to take her to a vet to get her treated, but now... I think we should anyway."

"Why?" Prussia asked, "She's healed now, obviously, shouldn't we just let her go?"

Germany gave his brother an dubious look as he said, "Oh yes, that's a great idea. Let a wolf run around Berlin unsupervised."

Prussia gave his brother a sheepish look and shrugged. "It would be easier than getting her into a car."

Alfred yawned and laid down on the table. Honestly he was fine being released out into the wild, but he would like to get back at those dogs. He could have got into this house without being attacked, thank you very much.

Germany gave Alfred a considering look. "I don't now, she might enjoy it, I doubt she is wild."

"Well let's do it!" Prussia shouted then walked towards Alfred, reaching out to grab him. Alfred bared his teeth at him and snapped his teeth in a threatening manner. He was mostly bluffing but he could easily bite the albino man if he wanted.

Germany smiled a soft smile at his brother, not that the Eastern half saw. "First you should get dressed. Leave the wolf and getting her into the car to me." Prussia relented and walked off to his bedroom in the basement. Germany placed his fists on his hips and gave Alfred a scolding look.

"That was my food." Alfred just jumped off the table and slinked to Germany. I know. That's why I ate it.

Germany sighed and placed a hand in Alfred's fur, scratching his back. "Good girl. Now we go for a car ride."

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The vet ran her hands over Alfred with soft but strong care. She was used to dealing with sick cats, dogs, birds, and the occasional rodent or equine. Once she even had to take care of a snake. Never had anyone brought her a wild canine. Although, the odds of this wolf being wild were unlikely. She stood proud and tall on the metal counter, turning her head and raising her tail or lifting a paw when barely asked.

No, Dr. Hoppe was convinced that this wolf had been handled before, and at that plenty of times. No grown wolf that lived in the wild would let a human within ten meters of them. (AN: Look at me! An American trying to use metric! Get ready for epic fails!) But then again, Dr. Hoppe reached over and took the wolf's mouth in her palm and used her fingers to pull the lips back. The wolf let its jaw go slack and didn't protest about fingers being shoved all around her mouth.

Dr. Hoppe frowned as she pulled back from examining the wolf. Her findings were contradictory and confusing, but she recorded them in her notebook and spoke them out loud anyway. "The canine patient appears to be a female North American Grey Wolf of pale grey coloring. She is 1.8 meters from nose to tail and 85 centimeters tall at the shoulder. Weight: 59 kilograms. The approximate age of wolf is 2 years."

"Dr. Hoppe?" Dr. Hoppe glanced up from her writing to look at the blond man. "You said North American, how would she get to Europe?"

Dr. Hoppe glanced at the wolf. In all honesty she had no idea how she knew it was an American wolf, she just had a feeling. She took her glasses off and folded them before saying, "Sir, this wolf you found is not normal. She could very well be a pet but it is more likely she was a genetic experiment. You say she had various flesh wounds when you found her?" When the tall blond nodded she continued, "There is no sign of any on her now. For such a young wolf she is abnormally large and treats handling like an everyday occurrence. Not even pet wolves take kindly to excessive touching. She's..."

The vet trailed off as Alfred reached up to scratch his ear with his back leg. The vet-lady had poked and prodded him, gave him vaccine shots and took blood samples. She even swept some sort of handheld device over him. Alfred didn't mind, and hey, if he was good maybe he would get something to eat!

"Is that eye color natural?" Prussia asked suddenly. Alfred rolled his eyes at the former nation. Sure his eyes turned a little purple when he became a wolf, but in the daylight it appeared blue! At least, that's what the vet said when recording data.

"I am not an expert on wolves Mr. Beilschmidt but I would assume not. Perhaps a side effect of testing done on her?" The vet picked up a different clipboard from her desk and addressed Germany, "Now, I hate to do this to you, but-"

"No." Germany cut her off. Alfred glanced up, confused as to what was going on.

"It would be for the best-"

"You said yourself she was likely experimented on. I am not risking that happening again."

The vet sighed then said, "If you insist then you have to be held accountable for everything. Tags, licenses, checkups, everything."

Germany nodded, "I understand. As long as she's not put in a zoo."

Whoa! Zoo? Not cool, not cool at all! Alfred thought, getting antsy. His tail swished and fanned Prussia in the face. "Ah, not to break up the 'decide a wolf's fate' party, but I think she can understand you." Prussia stated.

"Not surprising, most wolves are highly intelligent and if this one has altercations made, then I would be astounded if she could not." The vet stated emotionlessly. "She could be upset at the prospect of going someplace without open spaces to run or..." Abruptly the vet smacked Germany with her clipboard.

Alfred didn't even think as he whirled to face her and let out a deep, menacing growl. The only thought running through his head was, Protect pack.

The vet smiled and apologized to Germany. "Sorry, but I had to check. Looks like you are stuck with her. You're her pack now whither you like it or not. Sign these."

Alfred straightened and let his ears swivel back to a normal position. Checking with his magic he realized that the primal instincts of a wolf were in fact simmering under the surface, ready to swell up if Alfred needed them. Well ain't that fan-fucking-tastic?

Germany spluttered over his words as he tried to protest being pushed out of the room. Prussia just laughed obnoxiously and left willingly.

The vet-lady was trying to explain to Germany why he had to leave the room. Hm... why do they have to leave? Alfred decided to start listening to the conversation again.

"Sir, owners are not allowed in the room when I operate. Now please, just go talk to Miss Sabrina at the counter, she'll get you all set up." The vet tried to push Germany out of the room. Tried being the optimal word because she was about 5 feet 1 inch and Germany was at least 5 feet 11 inches. Safe to say the muscular army dog barely budged.

"What do you mean, operation? Are you going to neuter her?" Germany asked in confusion.

Alfred raised an eyebrow-or would have if he could have- at that. Really? Like that would ever happen.

The vet replied, "The term is 'spay' for females, but no. That wolf, while being a mutant, is young and healthy. There is breeding potential there. Miss Sabrina will tell you more at the counter. What I am going to do is insert an electronic chip in her shoulder so we will be able to find her if she gets lost. Standard protocol now."

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Germany willingly left the room and the vet turned to Alfred. She shook her head and murmured, "People." Then she smiled at Alfred and started pressing her fingers into his shoulder area.

"Don't worry, it is small and won't hurt a bit. You won't even know it's there." Alfred huffed and stood still while she injected the small tracing device. When she was done she ran her hands through Alfred's thick fur and gazed curiously at the wolf.

"You're one strange girl, aren't you? Who are you anyway?" Apparently this vet had a fondness of chatting to animals. But Alfred ignored that in favor of thinking his response, "Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a nation in a wolf mask."

The vet then proceeded to grab a triangular piece of cloth and tie it around Alfred's neck. The bandanna was black and had gold paw prints scattered on it. The colors did not escape the American's notice.

"There we are. Now let me just put this on," She slipped a black leather collar around Alfred's neck and buckled it up. Then she attached the tags that said he had all necessary shots. "I guess once you get a name they can give you that tag then too." She clipped a cheap leash onto the collar and let him jump off the counter, a feat that her normal dogs could not do.

She walked him out into the reception area and handed him over to Germany. Before he could protest the leather collar, she held up a hand and said, "It's on the house if you let me run tests on her blood and call me when you give her a name. She's interesting and I for one would like to know more."

Germany relented and finished filling out the paperwork then let Prussia walk Alfred out to the car. As the two brothers sat in the front seats and Alfred laid down on the back ones, Prussia elbowed Germany and said, "Think it's a coincidence?"

Alfred lifted his head and stared at the back of their heads. "North American Grey Wolf." Prussia laughed out. America tipped his head to the side in confusion. The teasing of Prussia obviously annoyed Germany but, why?

"Shut up." Germany growled at the Prussian.

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So high-ya readers! I recently re watched a movie and that is the movie reference this week! This one should be easy to find so, tell me the move, who said it, and your opinion on the movie if you want the next chap dedicated to ya! Seriously, my references are kinda obvious...why is no one guessing? I dedicate this chapter to the one person who guessed, incorrectly, but hey, they guessed. Sorry it that was offensive, but I'm hyper and just don't care fight now because finals start this week.

A big thanks to a friend who let me use their last name, you rock.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, leave a comment, vote on the name poll if you haven't already-it will be closing soon, and have a wonderful life.

~GenderBender25

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