AN (1/13/12): Sorry, I felt I needed to clear this up because of a recent review (Thank you!). I was afraid Lydra going over the wall would confuse a few people so I'll just put this here just in case. When Lydra climbs the wall to get to East Germany (which is under the command of the USSR), she is shot at but is lucky to dodge the shots. When she returns to West Germany she's shot at again but is hit multiple times which causes her black out. I might end up mentioning somewhere that guns are foreign to her mainly because her people don't own firearms. Again, if there's any confusion, please tell me and I'll fix it as soon as possible! I feel terrible already that I've lost a chapter (but I have the rest!) so I'll do my best to fix up anything that seems wrong with the transition from chapter three to five.

AN: Sorry I haven't updated in ages! The story's actually written out to twelve chapters already, it's just I need to convert them all and I really don't enjoy that process! Also, chapter four mysteriously disappeared. None of my flash drives have it and I'm unable to get into my bigger hard drives to even check (missing cables…!). FoSFF and Lunaescence are still down so instead of re-writing it (because chapter four took the longest out of all of them because I absolutely hated it so I'm absolutely not writing it again!) I'm just going to skip ahead and summarize it the best I can so that we can just go forward with the story. Also, my information on the Berlin wall isn't 100% accurate and I apologize in advance.

Thank you!

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So much had happened in such a short amount of time. Desperately wanting to make Germany happy, the little island nation decided to make it up to him by making one of her people's meals. After slipping out of the house while Germany was away, Lydra made her way across town and eventually stopped at a large wall. Walking along it for a few miles to find an entrance, she decided to hop it. She wasn't sure why it was there but it seemed more like a hindrance than anything. Eventually finding a marketplace, Lydra grabbed the essentials for her meal (a rabbit intestine was especially hard to find!) and bumped into China who stuck by here even though she kept trying to keep him away. When Lydra attempted to return to Germanys home was when the fiasco really started.

She'd lost most of her groceries after climbing the wall and ended up suffering an indescribable pain that she'd never felt before. It was all a haze and the next clear vision she had was her lying in her bed and everything felt stiff. The little nation could hardly get out of bed and after a bit of struggling to sit up, noticed a note by the bedside. In sloppy handwriting, it said that her wounds were taken care of and to never cross the wall again. Instead of being a menacing warning, it caused Lydra to smile, for China had written the note in her language. It was nice to know that even though she may have disliked him, he had the courtesy of attempting to learn her culture while he was on her island.

The next few days after Lydra awoke from her blackout at the wall didn't go so well for her. Her wounds would cause her to wake in the middle of the night and keep her up for hours on end. It was difficult to sleep since the wounds would ache from being constantly slept on and sleeping on her back proved difficult as well. Her stomach was no better since being in that position only gave her a headache. Being stuck in one place for a while made Lydra much more cautious to her surroundings. She knew when Italy was visiting because he would be loud when he entered the house (she had never realized exactly how loud since she never paid attention to his dramatic entrances). She would take his grand entrance as an opportunity and hide herself away (mainly in the bathrooms) as to avoid him from hugging her. Lydra barely saw Germany these days since he had so much work to do so it felt like he was avoiding her. It was good on her part, since she didn't want him to see her moving so slow then questioning why but Lydra also felt terrible since she hadn't really seen him since the day he took her away from Frances house. The last time the little nation saw him was from a second story window two days ago. He was leaving and Lydra took the opportunity to bang on her window as hard as she could without further injuring herself. She managed to catch his attention but he only turned his head to look at her briefly before turning away and continuing his walk down the road. She was unable to read the expression on his face and proceeded to bump her forehead against the window.

At the moment Lydra was in her room examining herself in a full length mirror which hung on the back of her door. She'd taken off her shirt so she could be able to examine her bandages more closely. They hadn't been changed since the day China had put them and they were starting to… reek a bit. Mainly of old blood but Lydra knew that they had to be replaced or it was very possible that an infection could spring up at any time.

"Ah, qu'est-ce qui vous est arrivé, mon amour?" ah, what happened to you, my love?; a voice suddenly called from the window. Lydra shrieked in surprise then turned around swiftly.

"Frankreich!" she cried in German then tumbled over after losing her balance from the pain in her side. The French man hauled himself into the room from the open window he had been hanging from and flung himself to the little nations side.

"Mon petit oiseau, qu'est-ce qui vous est arrivé ? Cet allemand vous l'a-t-il fait ? Je le forcerai s'il a fait!" my little bird, what has happened to you? Did that German do this to you? I'll hunt him down if he did!; he spoke softly (except for the last bit) as he held the young woman in his arms. It was a comforting gesture and something that she desperately needed. Lydra was so grateful at that moment that France was so huggie-touchy but not as huggie-touchy as Italy. Italy would jump on her without a second thought while France came onto her tenderly and with gentle affection so France was good for her now and just what she needed. Lydra pushed away from him.

"You…," she pointed at France then down at the gauze wrapped around her midsection. She began pulling at them but France stopped her.

"Non, non, ne faites-le. Permettez à vos blessures de guérir pour que vous puissiez vous améliorer et nous pouvons...," no, no, don't do that. Let your injuries heal so that you may get better and we can...; France began to close in on her and breathed the last part into Lydras ear before he began to nip at it. The little nation grunted before pushing him away. The pain in her side was way more important than what France wanted to do! Whatever it was.

"You!" she shoved her index finger into his chest then began ripping off the gauze. He attempted to stop the young woman again but the gauze ended up falling and pooled around her seated form. She looked down began slowly pulling away at the large bandage that was sticking on top of the wound and as it came off, Lydra became horrified at the sight. There was a large black and blue spot around the wound but it looked as if it had been stitched up. There was a heavy smell of old blood but thankfully, it didn't look like the wound had re-opened.

"Mon, vous le pauvre enfant! Qui a fait cela à vous paiera!" my, you poor child! Whoever did this to you will pay!; Frances words held anger as he bent over a bit more to examine the injury, "nous devrions y utiliser nouveau wrappings...," we should use new wrappings on this…; he bent over and picked Lydra up gently as he would a bride then laid her on her bed, "vous restez ici," you stay here; he kissed her forehead then went off to disappear into the bathroom.

Lydra yawned and attempted to move this way and that so that she could see her injury from lying down but she stopped after the first two tries and just laid on the bed, grasping and releasing the bed sheets every so often until France emerged from the bathroom. She assumed that he talking to himself or cursing in French.

"I must raid Germany's house for supplies," he spoke in English which Lydra took note of. She suddenly had a great interest in his French accent and had an urge for him to speak English to her more often, "there is nothing in your bathroom, ma chérie, so I will go through the gates of hell for you!" he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest then left the room, closing the door behind him. The small woman nearly dozed off waiting until France came back some time later with a white, metal box in his hands.

"Je l'ai trouvé dans la salle de bains allemande. Pour une fois, je suis heureux qu'il soit si organiz é," I found this in Germanys bathroom. For once, I'm glad that he's so organized; he placed the metal box on the night table, opened it and shifted the contents around as the injured woman eased herself up.

"Alright, levez vos bras pour moi, mon chaton," raise your arms for me, my kitten; he placed his hands on her lower arm and raised it then hovered his hand below her arm so that she would get the idea. Lydra raised both of her arms above her head and allowed France to remove the old bindings and replace them with fresh new ones. Once he was done and cleaned up after himself, Lydra laid herself down and closed her eyes only to have France pat her shoulder lightly.

"Put this on so that you won't be cold," in his free hand, he held one of her night shirts. For a moment, she had questioned why he was handing her one of her shirts until he sat her up again and placed it over her head. Oh, she had forgotten that she had taken off her shirt earlier and was only wearing a bra (a lovely laced one, one of Frances earlier gifts to her) when France had appeared. Lydra almost objected to him putting her shirt on since she felt more comfortable with less clothes on but did nothing and allowed him to briefly dress her, "that's better, isn't it?" the Frenchman gave the Lydrian a sweet smile but she didn't return it. Her felt emotions were suddenly becoming overwhelmed and felt mildly depressed for no reason. Thinking it was possibly because she was tired or maybe it was the thought that France had found out that she was injured, Lydra just wanted to be left alone for the moment.

"Hey now… why are you sad? I know, why don't you sleep, I will be here to lull you until you do," France made his way to the other side of the bed and lied down next to the female. He propped an arm up to hold his head and she gently turned on her side to face him. He placed a hand on her upper arm and began stroking it softly as he hummed a tune then began singing in French. Lydras image on the situation at hand was becoming foggy. With France singing and gently touching her, it made her feel at ease. Her eyes were beginning to droop and she was beginning to lose track of time. The world would be there for a moment then there would be nothing until she opened her eyes again and registered that France was still singing. Everything was so peaceful…

So… peaceful…

"Lydra, Lydra! I've come to visit you! It's been so long! Oh, hello, France!" an Italian accent filled the room as the door had slammed open, an accident on Italy's part.

"Vous imbécile! She was about to sleep! Go away!," France promptly hauled himself off the bed and Lydra mentally groaned. She was almost asleep until Italy came in, why did he pick now to come visit anyway?

"Oh, was she? I want to join too since it's almost time for my siesta anyway, I think that's a good idea. Do you want to join us?" Italy babbled as France tried to push the dense man out of the room.

"Non! Non! Just leave!" he tried to close the door on Italy but the younger man held onto the door frame after something caught his attention.

"Is Lydra hurt?" he managed to release himself from Frances grasp and flung himself to the woman's unmoving side, "why is there a medical box next to her? She doesn't look very good," he looked at her face which Lydra hadn't noticed since she was still trying to sleep, despite the two men 'arguing'.

"I hurt myself, that's all, now go!" France tried to make a grab for Italy again until he noticed something once again.

"There's a red spot on Lydra's… side…," he said as he moved her shirt up a bit. Somehow, an injury had been disturbed and was now bleeding through the new bandages (as well as your shirt). It was probably from when France scared Lydra earlier and caused her to twist her body around. Thankfully, the spot wasn't big but it was enough to have Italy scream in distress and run out of the room before France could catch him.

"Germany, Germany, Lydra's hurt! Lydra's hurt!" France was utterly mortified once Italy began screaming down the hallway. He slammed the door shut, locked it and began the process of rewrapping the little island nations wound again. By the time he was done, Lydra was lying on her back looking up at the ceiling as shouts and poundings came from the door.

"France, I know you're in there, come out, now! If you've harmed Lydra, Ich werde sicherstellen, dass Sie nicht im Stande sein werden, seit Wochen spazieren zu gehen!" I will make sure that you won't be able to walk for weeks!; Germany shouted as France became visibly shaken. He began looking at the window then at his female friend, torn between fleeing and staying next to her to protect her from the German. The knob began jiggling then it became quiet. Instantly, France took the medical kit and held it over his shoulder, ready to use it as a weapon against Germany if he needed to.

The door slammed open after Germany gave it one good kick. France jumped and began swinging the kit at Germany in utter fear, "I did nothing, you horrible monster! I can't believe she stays at your house when you do terrible things to her!" he chucked the kit at Germany who dodged. Italy, who had been trailing behind Germany the entire time, dodged as well after he heard the kit get jumbled around then saw Germany duck. He quickly fled from his position behind Germany and next to Lydra on the bed.

"I do terrible things? What about you? You tried to take advantage of her when she went to your house! Why are you even here? Are you trying to take advantage of her here too?" France had taken to Lydras side but Germany grabbed hold of him and attempted to throw him across the room. France, not wanting to go alone, held onto Germany and they both tumbled to the ground then began to pummel each other. Lydras head began to pound lightly, a sign that she was having a headache. Italy was next to her acting as a pathetic commentator, constantly crying out 'don't punch him there, France!' or 'don't pull his hair like that, Germany!' and France and Germany's yells and shouts weren't helping that much either. Since Lydras emotions were doing a barrel roll, she didn't pay much attention to the fight but nevertheless, she'd rather stop them now rather than them hurting each other (or something of hers that she liked).

"Germany!" she shouted and turned her head to the two men. Germany had paid her no heed as he attempted to slam Frances head to the ground but France bit Germany instead, "GERMANY," she shrieked. Instantly, both men stopped and Lydra lifted her hand, waving it towards her lightly, a gesture that she wanted Germany to come hither by her side. To which Germany did so. He let go of France and walked over to her bedside. His hair was a mess, he had a split lip, a bloody nose, and his clothes were just out of place. She had never seen Germany get in a fight before but didn't much care about it at the moment. Instead, she was figuring out how she could say what she wanted to say to him but it was difficult. He stared down at her and was giving her a look that was meant for a parent scolding a child and she absolutely hated it.

"France help, ja?" she gestured to France then to her side, "France nein," she shook her head lightly and pointed at her side again, "Ich falle Stufen hin," I fall down stairs; Lydra simply state in broken German. For a few moments, Germany just stared at her and she stared back. She start beginning to suspect that either Germany is coming to terms that maybe France was helping her because she fell down the stairs or maybe he knew that she was lying to him. The moment was broken after Italy muttered 'vee'. Germany took his eyes off the young nation and re-directed them at France who as beaten up as Germany was (maybe even a little more) and instantly began shaking but attempted to stop himself.

Germany raised his hand and pointed at the door, "get out of my house."

"Non! I will-," France stopped himself once he had looked at Lydra. She nodded her head and pinted to the door in agreement with Germany. He looked at the German, made a disgusted face then left but not before turning to the only female in the room and saying, 'J'enregistrerai sur vous, mon amour,' I will check in on you, my love.

Lydra closed her eyes again after France left. She still felt lulled and wanted nothing more than to sleep but Germany wouldn't allow it.

"Where is she hurt, Italy?" German placed his hands through his hair in attempts to get it back into place at Italy lifted up her shirt.

"Here—oh, France got to it already!" he looked at her newly wrapped injury in light confusion, wondering how France could have done it so quickly.

Germany sighed, "I'm going to clean up, make sure she doesn't leave this room until I come back," Italy nodded and placed Lydra's shirt back down as Germany left, picking up the medical kit as he did so.

Lydra opened her eyes after Germanys' footsteps became more distant and she looked at Italy. He was staring down at her with concern, "you have to stay here, okay? But it'll be alright, because I'll be here with you!" Italy began taking off his shoes as she turned over onto her side again, "did you really fall down the stairs though? Spero che non ha fatto male troppo male, vorrei essere lì quando sei caduto! Ti avrei preso!" I hope it didn't hurt too bad, I wish I was there when you fell! I would have caught you!; he began speaking Italian to her as she heard clothes rustling. Lydra didn't care, she suddenly felt ashamed that Germany had found out the secret she had been keeping from him. That caused her to worry. Would he think less of her or would he keep treating her like he had been lately? The thought of the former and latter didn't soothe the woman at all. Instead, it made her heart race. She didn't want either of those outcomes to happen. Gasping, she held her breath. What if he became overprotective of her and didn't allow her to leave? Not having the ability to go to anyone's house hurt Lydra. She hiccupped and grasped her pillow tightly but suddenly felt at ease once a body pressed itself against her back.

"Vee, we can have a siesta together now, I think that'll be good!" Italy placed his hand on Lydra's upper arm and moved it only slightly. Even though it wasn't much, knowing that he was there comforted her and made her feel safer about what was to come. She slowly closed her eyes once more and attempted to sleep again until she heard Germany walk back into her room and abruptly stop.

"Italy! If you're going to have your siesta with Lydra, then put some clothes on!"