It was two days after Romano had been haunted in his sleep. He'd learned Canada was getting better but he didn't tell him about his dream. He just liked to sit beside his friend's bed and talk to him as he rested, watching over him as if it would keep anything bad from happening to him.

"Romano," The Canadian looked up at him from his bed. "What's the matter? Something wrong?"

"Hm? No." The Italian replied quickly. "Just…tired."

"Oh? Well you can leave and take a nap if you-"

"No! No, it's alright, Canada. I'd rather sit in here if that's alright." Romano's voice was soft and he stared at the floor. Why wasn't he mean to this boy like he was everyone else, even his own captain got yelled at by him, but for some reason he just didn't want to around Matthew. His presence was relaxing.

"O-Of course it is, Lovino. Stay as long as you want." Matthew replied.

They stayed like that for another week, Arthur starting to get more and more worried about Alfred. He was injured already, but he was a very strong young lad. Still, maybe letting him fight wasn't such a good idea.

"Mi amigo, calm down." Antonio watched the Brit pace around the room uncomfortably. "They're probably on their way here right now as we speak."

With a sigh Arthur sat down, slumping in a chair. Feliciano was busy asleep in the one beside him and Spain was warming up beside the fire.

"They are, da." Came a voice suddenly, making England flinch.

"A-Ah, Russia. What was that?" Arthur asked, both captains turning to look at the tall man standing by the door way.

"They are on their way. I've just been informed that Greece, America and France have been seen riding towards here. They're estimated to be arriving in less than an hour."

"What, they're almost here?" Romano repeated as Spain came in to tell both he and Canada the good news.

"Si, Russia is preparing a large meal for all of us and there we can discuss what to do about Turkey." Antonio informed the two. "They'll be here in just a short while so Romano, you and me can help Canada get out of bed. Come on." The Captain smiled at his underling before grabbing Matthew and starting to pull him from under the covers.

"Thank you. But, I think I've got it from here." The Canadian told them as he stood up, a bit wobbly.

"De nada, amigo. If you're sure you can walk fine. Let's get to the dining room."

Sitting in a tall, brown room with decorated, gold mirrors shining on every wall, Spain, England, Canada and the Italy's sat patiently for the others to finally be reunited with them.

"In this way, da." Russia's large form emerged from another room and following him were the three the others had been waiting to see.

"Alfred!" England yelled at the sight of the boy. He stood from his chair, knocking it over in his quick haste to be near his lover again.

"Arthur, h-hey!" The American was a bit surprised as he found the Brit clinging onto his tightly once he made it through the door. He looked down at the short man, wrapping his own arms around the other to tighten the embrace. "Arthur…" It wasn't often Alfred got to see this look in Arthur's eyes, that look of gratefulness and relief. He hugged his captain tightly, not paying attention to anyone else until he had pushed their lips together and pulled away again. He kissed the top of the blonde's hair, taking in the sweet smell of tea and fire wood.

"Captain-" Matthew held out his arms in offering, and Francis was quick to scoop him up and give him a kiss.

"Mon amour, Matthieu! Je vous ai manqué! I've missed you, Matthieu!"

"I've missed you too…" The Canadian snuggled close to the Frenchman's neck until an American accent said his name.

"Alfred!" Canada pulled away from Francis who still held him tight. "Alfred, thank you…"

His older brother smiled and hugged him tightly. "I missed you too, Mattie. I'm glad you're alright."

After everyone was reunited, they were sitting around the long dining table, Russia at the end looking around at everyone closely. He watched how all of them were eating and laughing, smiles on each of their faces. How none of them were thinking of anything wrong or painful anymore. It made him grin in amusement.

Things went on like this for the rest of the night and the next day. Only when the second morning together came did a loud noise interrupt peaceful talking.

"What the hell was that?" Lovino stood up, beside Spain who moved him behind.

"Arthur…Francis…" The Spaniard muttered, knowing the sound all too well. He knew the other two pirates would recognize it as well. But who would bring a cannon all the way out here?

"Looks like we have some uninvited guests, da." The Russian floated in the door way again undetected until he spoke.

England clenched his teeth. "Do we go out?"

"We have no other choice." Francis replied solemnly, starting towards the door and out into the freezing Russian snow as the others followed out after him.

"Ah, you did come out!" A too familiar German accent laughed loudly.

"Prussia!" England growled. "How the hell did you get here!"

"I followed those unawesome three back here, knowing they'd lead me to the rest of you."

"And you brought Ludwig and turkey…" Spain muttered, no one surprised. "Too scared to fight alone?"

A strange, eerie grin spread across the albino's pale face and his crimson eyes flared with a sly flame. "No need to spit insults, Antonio. I just came to finish the job, and I'll start with the one who should've died on the dock! England!"

"Wha-"

England was thrown back, pain suddenly tearing his nerves apart. It was even worse than when he was shot in his torso. This time, he started screaming. "H-Hell! Bloody hell!" His quivering hands pressed against his right eye, tears streaming out the other. He could feel the crimson blood running down his hand and between his fingers as he pressed his palms against his face.

"Shit…Bad aim that time, my apologizes, tea sucker." Prussian grinned, watching the other man scream and writhe in pain.

"Arthur! Arthur, what did he-" Alfred ran to his lover and gasped. He stared at the man holding the place where is his right eye was. Blood was spattered over his face from where he was shot. "Arthur!"

"Alfred! Alfred! Oh God, Alfred! I can't see!"