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A/N: I'm stuck on my Hetalia and L4D stories. Hopefully I can complete them eventually.

Chapter 4

When he first became aware of his surroundings, he was so weak but he didn't feel any pain and he also couldn't move. Klus made a feeble attempt to open his eyes but found that he couldn't. No part of his body would respond to his will except for his lungs, which hurt as he took each breath. In his ears, he could hear his heart beat painfully slow and a beeping sound followed the rhythm of his heart, among other sounds.

"Can you help him, Wolff?" Who's voice was that? It sounded familiar but Klus just couldn't think of who it was.

"J-ja...Bbuuuu-t I Neeed to get the e-engineeeeer toooo c-c-create a n-new a-arm forr him." Now that voice, he knew was someone he didn't know. But Klus remembered someone talking about someone with a stutter like this. Who was it? Who were they? Where was he?

"He can do that?"

"Ja..."

"Would he do that? For a medic from the other team?"

"I-it was h-hhhissss ssssentury tthat ddid that tttto hiim."

there was a short pause before the first voice appeared again.

"Da...Good point. He would feel horrible leaving Klus like this...Should I go get him now?"

There was faint shuffle of movement.

"Do iit. Iii Neeeed to ppput hiiim bback ttto sleeep. Tthe vitals ooon hiss machiine sssayss heee's awakkke."

"Klus? He's awake?" Hurried footsteps reached his side. "Klus? Are you awake? Please. Open your eyes." The voice sounded relieved and he felt two large warm hands cup his own gently in their strong grip.

"Ii'mmm afraid hhe cannnnnot do thatt withhh allll the blllood ddriedd onn hissss eyessss."

"But he is awake." The relief was clear in his voice at that statement. "So he can hear me."

"Hhhe'ss iin a llot oof ppain...Ii need tooo iinduce hhhis sleeppp nowww..." Softer footsteps retreated away from where Klus and the large stranger resided. "Gggo gget thhhe enngineer nowww."

"Da...Don't worry, Klus. Will be fine...Will be back on field in no time."

But the blue medic wasn't listening any longer as he felt a prick in his remaining arm and a heavy drowsiness forced his mind in the dark abyss of sleep.

OOO

When he woke up again, his body painfully throbbed with each beat of his heart. Groaning, he turned his head, feeling a heavy weight on his right side.

"That should do it. Hey, blue, can you hear me?" There was a southern voice that sounded very much like Dell that asked him. In response, he could only muster a groan in pain, not even able to move his tongue without his body flaring in pain. "It's alright. I know you're in pain but I need to know that nothing goes wrong with your new arm. It should work like your old biological one. Try to move it."

Klus just groaned again but made the attempt, hearing the sound of quiet scraping of metal wiggle and shake and the skin on his shoulder give an uncomfortable tug. "There you go. Try moving all of your fingers instead of your pinkie." As he made the attempt, not knowing if he was succeeding as his eyes were still closed, the only hint he was doing what was asked was the southern voice that was guiding him. There was a soft chuckle. "That's it. It'll put too much strain on you to ask you to do more. It should work. Now, I have to tug it to make sure it's firmly attached to your skeleton but other than that, you should be fine. Now don't tense up. This will hurt." 'Hurt' didn't even begin to describe the agony he felt as he screamed the second the movement was made. Nothing the Engineer could have possibly said could have prepared him for the agony he felt. His throat burned from his screaming as the Engineer moved the fake limb around, testing it for any flaws as he whispered apologies and understanding concern.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING IN HERE!?" Misha's booming voice rumbled through the air as he burst in the room, slamming the door open, staring deadly at the southern man. The red Engineer stopped what he was doing and raised his arms up in alarm as he attempted to calm the man who was now storming to him. "Calm down, big guy. I'm just making sure the arm is on him right."

"You are hurting him!" The heavy hollered grabbing the front of the Engineers overalls and lifting him in the air. The other man, in response, grabbed the large hand holding his front and suspended with his legs dangling a foot from the ground. "Easy big fella." The mechanic repeated in a soothing yet slightly intimidated voice. "It will hurt him for a long while. Trust me, I know." he ended pointing to his gloved right hand. Misha said nothing but kept his face hard as he lowered the mechanic to the ground. As the large hand released him, Engineer patted down his overalls to smooth them out, ridding f wrinkles.

"He will be in a lot of pain for a long time. Considering that the whole mechanical arm is attached to his bones, nerves, muscles, and skin. Let's just say, he won't be fighting for a while, let alone use that arm."

Misha seemed to think that over. "Nothing we can do?" At this the Engineer scratched his chin. "Well, there is an ointment that my grandfather made when I lost my hand repairing a factory machine...But the ingredients are hard to find. If there are any of those plants that he referred to "Black leaves" then they might be extinct."

"You find them."

"No can do, buddy. If Red found out I was using ingredients not sponsored by then, you can consider my employment here terminated."

The heavy glared at the small man in front of him with a strange silence between them. As Klus' heart monitor beeped between them, not a word was spoken for a good five minutes. Finally, the giant spoke with a sneer. "It was your sentry." The engineer responded with a glare of his own; looking up at the heavy and crossed his arms. "Fine." the southern spat. "But if I get fired, I'm taking it out on you." Misha just nodded. With a sigh, the mechanic took one last look over the blue medic before he grabbed his tool box and started for the door, stopping with it wide open and hand on the handle to look back at the Russian. "Why are you so concerned with this guy anyway? You don't really know 'em do ya?"

The heavy nodded again before pausing and shaking his head negatively. "Niet. First day on the job. Saw him a good distance."

Engineer chuckled. "Yeah, I remember that day. You and doc got into a good fight that day and you went to sulk on the roof."

The heavy frowned and snorted. "Did not pout." He sighed. "Anyway, saw him from the roof. That's it."

"You just saw him and bam, you were worried for him?

"Da, could say that. He looked small and helpless. Just clicked."

With that, the red engineer let out a heavy breath of air through his nose dejected. "A bit of advice big guy. Rom someone with experience, don't rely on clicks. They're nothin' but trouble." He turned to leave but before he closed the door, he paused it mildy ajar. "And if I were you, don't get attached to this medic. Red and Blue don't mix. Especially if our bosses find out." And with that, the door shut with a soft click.

Misha just stood there, staring at the door in confusion at the smaller mans words before a pained groan from Klus forced his attention to the blue Medic on the cot, a steady trail of IV fluids flowing into his veins from a thin, clear tube. Brushing the black bangs from the medic's forehead, he brushed his thumb gently over Klus' closed eyes. "The pain will end soon," He soothed to the groaning blue. "Our medic and engineer are excellent just like you and your engineer. You will be fine."

Klus just answered with a dry cough.

Ooo

It was like he was never in pain at all, or at least, for the next seven hours it felt that way. The ointment that the red engineer had placed on him seemed to stop the pain instantly. But even though he was in pain, Klus was still stuck on a cot in the red base. Sure there was always a chance of someone other than the heavy, medic, or engineer that could find him there and kill him and the thought terrified him since he wasn't sure if his new robotic arm would respawn with him. But despite that, he found that he was utterly bored out of his mind. So with what time he had, he would inspect his arm and made several attempts at moving the metallic limb. The Engineer, who ironically enough, was also named Dell, assured him that it would survive water and be with him for the rest of his life. With all his attempts, Klus could only manage to lift the thing by the elbow yet, not move his fingers just yet.

"They're a bit tricky. It's not completely like working a normal hand," The red Dell had told him. "It'll take some time getting used to it. But when you master it, it'll just be like your old arm." So he continued to work on it.

Misha came in often. Whether it was to talk or bring him food, he was always around. Most of the time, Klus didn't even know what to think about that. He knew members of the enemy team shouldn't feel more like a family than his actual team did. He should be able to rely on his team and not cower from them. He shook his head bitterly. "No. The reason he joined that team was so he'd be left alone and get away from people. But ever since he joined, he found himself interacting with people more and more than he ever cared to. And his cat. Who was taking care of mask all this time? He hoped she wasn't dead or starving. And his team, did they even know he was gone? Probably not. They might think that he was away again. Three days in the Red base and no rescue attempt had been made. Not that he wanted any mind you.

The click of the door alerted Misha's arrival. He had a sandwich in one hand and soup in the other. "Wolff said that you need soup." With that, the bowl was placed on the table beside the bed as the heavy sat down on the chair beside him. "Another cease fire. It is going to be on for a week. Your team thinks you dead for good and want a replacement."

Klus quirked an eyebrow. "And you know this, how?"

Misha smirked. "Announcer tells us. Or rather, Miss Pauling did on her behalf. What are you going to do?" Klus responded with a hum and grabbed the sling from the bedside table, avoiding knocking the soup over. "I will need to go back then. I cannot afford to be replaced." He wrapped the sling around his neck as he made an attempt to put his new arm in it but failing in the process. Misha gave a look of alarm. "Leave? Neit! Stay here and rest. Let them get new doctor."

Klus snarled in his frustration and forgot about his arm for a moment. "I can't! If I am proclaimed as dead then there's going to be a whole mess when they find out I am alive. And Mask...I can't leave my cat. She's all I have. No, I need to go. It's final." the heavy sighed, knowing he had lost the fight and placed his sandwich by the soup. "Very well. But let me help you. You must also eat before you go." Klus nodded and allowed Misha to wrap his arm in gaze all the way up to his neck and let him place his arm in the sling. "Keeps them guessing." The giant chuckled as he stated that and grabbed the bowl. "Let me help you eat."

ooo

The blue base was in an utter frieze of his team mates yelling in his face. Demanding on how he could let them think he was dead, as if it was his fault. Hour after hour, that went on. Not a single one, save for their engineer blue Dell, and Vlad, who oddly enough, was eying him from across the room with his bandana tight on his head and hid black beard stubble flaked in sandwich crumbs. Even stranger was that the blue heavy was eyeing Klus' arm like it had offended him. After all the yelling, screaming and hollering, the blues desperced in their own directions to do things by themselves. Dell stepped up to him with a small smile. "Welcome back, doc. How're ya feelin'? Ya' know. Despite all that?" Klus shrugged tiredly. "Fine, danke. How's Mask? Did you feed her for me?"

Dell frowned and scratched his head in confusion, nearly knocking his hat from his head as his blond hair flowed freely from the helmet. "Now that's the strange thing. I actually did go feed her but once I got to your room, he food bowl was filled and she had new water. Even her toys were moved around like someone had been playing with her." the medic blinked in bewilderment. "That is odd. Everyone but us hates her. Who would care for her?" Dell shrugged. "I'm not sure. Do ya want me to set up a camera in there?"

"Ja. But only if I am away for a while. I don't want that on while I'm dressing or anything." Klus replied with a grin. The engineer gave a weak chuckle. "Same here." He looked to the sling. "So what happened to your arm anyway?"

The blue medic grinned. "Come to my room and I will show you.

A/N: yey another chapter. Something funny was happening to my document so there's going to be a few errors because I didn't want to mess with my document so late tonight. Hope you liked this one. BTW, I will post pictures of how my Engineer and Medic look so you can have an idea. I can't do that for Vlad since I don't have the proper items for it.