A/N: Yay, I'm back. Honestly, I think we're getting close to the end here. So, we get to find out what happened to poor Alfred! Yippee!

Warnings: Stuff. Yup. Stuff.

Arthur waited nervously while Matthew and Gilbert tried to do the best they could for Alfred before the ambulance came. They had discovered that he was bleeding, quite a bit actually, but they could not tell exactly from where. The American had long since drifted into unconsciousness and they were starting to get a little worried. Finally, the ambulance arrived. Arthur ran back up the hill, but only so far as they could still be able to see him.

"Hey, down here!" he shouted, waving.

The paramedics glanced at each other for a moment. They walked further down the street to where the wall was shorter and quickly made their way to the small group.

"What happened?" one of them asked.

"He was being a bloody idiot like always and decided to walk on the wall and fell." Arthur said.

"Accidents happen..." the man said as the other situated Alfred on the stretcher.

"That's not quite what I wanted to hear..." the Brit muttered.

"Ok, we got him secured. Which of you guys wants to ride with us?" the other man asked.

"You go, Arthur." Matthew said. "Gil and I can walk. Besides, you're his best friend."

"Are you sure?" Arthur asked. "You're his brother."

"He'd forget I'm there... don't deny it. It's true."

"Oh, well, thank you." The green-eyed man said, following the paramedics back to the ambulance.

Matthew and Gilbert watched them until the ambulance drove off. The 'Prussian' turned to the Canadian.

"Come on, Mattie. Ve better start valking." Gilbert said.

Matthew nodded and the two started off towards the hospital.

"You did good." The paramedic said to Arthur.

"'I did good'?" Arthur echoed incredulously. "I bloody panicked! I...I didn't know what to do! He was bleeding and we didn't know where... I was worried, ******! The git's like my younger brother."

"Well, it's a good thing that you were so quick to call. His injuries aren't fatal, but he would have lost a lot of blood if we hadn't arrived when we did."

Arthur just nodded. He jumped out of the van when they arrived at the hospital. He wasn't allowed to see Alfred until the American had been put in a room. Even then, though, they were still hesitant to let him back.

The Brit looked down at Alfred and sighed. Some of the boy's blonde hair was matted down with dried blood, but at least there was no more of the crimson liquid seeping out. The doctors had been rather quick about finding the wound and sealing it up. They had also set his broken arm and it now lay across his chest, secured in a sling.

He looks so peaceful...but if he were awake, I'm sure he'd be complaining like there's no tomorrow... Arthur thought. He looked over towards the entrance of the room as the door was kicked open and Gilbert and Matthew entered.

"He doin' ok?" Gilbert asked, looking over at Alfred.

"He broke his arm, if that's what you mean by 'ok'." Arthur commented, stepping back so Matthew could see Alfred.

Matthew quickly took the spot where Arthur had been standing. "Al... I'm really, really sorry..." he muttered.

"Geez, Mattie... he's not dead. Und, vhat do you have to be sorry for? It's not like you pushed him." Gilbert said.

"I saw the stone move a bit when a bird tried to land on it... I should have warned him about it..."

"It's not your fault; don't beat yourself up over it."

Matthew nodded a bit. "Right...do we know when he's going to wake up?

"Sorry, we don't." Arthur replied.

"Hey, instead of just vaiting around here, vhy don't ve go down to ze cafeteria and grab some food?" Gilbert suggested.

"Sounds good to me..." Arthur said as he followed Gilbert and Matthew down towards the elevator.

Arthur did not really eat much, claiming that he was not hungry and even if he were, he would not eat the greasy American food if his life depended on it. Gilbert just bought some 'greasy American food' for him anyways and told him that they would not leave until he had eaten all of it. Arthur barely made it through the food, and, surprisingly, Matthew ate the most.

"Vell, he is related to Alfred, so I suppose it makes sense." Gilbert reasoned.

"Wait...who are you talking about?" Arthur asked.

"Mattie, you dummkoft!" the 'Prussian' snapped.

"...you don't have to get so mad at him, Gil..." Matthew muttered. He suddenly burped quite loudly and tried to sink down in his chair when almost everyone in the large room turned to look at him.

"Awww! Mattie, you should see your face right now! It's such an adorable shade of red, kesesese~!" Gilbert exclaimed.

"...please never say that again..." Matthew begged, blushing even more than he already was.

"But it's true!"

"Gilbert, for the sake of what's left of Matthew's dignity, and the fact that that was really kind of creepy, do stop saying that." Arthur pleaded.

"Fine... Hey, Arthur, should ve go check on your bo-" Gilbert started.

Arthur interrupted him. "Say 'boyfriend' and I'll murder you."

Gilbert cleared his throat. "I mean: shouldn't ve go check on Al?"

"Yeah, we probably should..." Matthew agreed.

So the three boys threw away their garbage and headed back towards the elevator. They did not say much to each other on the ride up, for they were all actually deep in thought for once, but each on a different topic.

Shouldn't Alfred have woken up by now? I mean, he hit his head pretty hard, but surely not that hard! Ugh! Stupid Americans... He should have known better... No... I should have reacted faster... I could have saved him...or at least gone down with him. I could have shouted at him before he fell, or I could have grabbed him, but then again... Gilbert would have taken the soonest chance to call me gay again... Of course, he does that anyway, but, I think it might have been worth it if we could have by-passed this whole bloody ordeal. But, maybe there's some reason this happened. Maybe something, dare I say it, good will some out of this. Maybe, somehow, some big medical discovery will be made or Alfred will get one of those idiotic superpowers he's always raving bout... Arthur thought, leaning against the wall of the elevator.

Aw! The way Mattie's curl bounces when he moves his head is just adorable! He's so cute! But, not in that weird way...like a little kid! Yeah...Mattie's just like a little kid, so he needs someone strong and awesome like me to look out for him, because apparently his own brother can't. How come Al always forgets Mattie? They're ******* related for Gott's sake! It's not right...seriously. Al should show a little more effort towards remembering him. I'm a better brother to Mattie than Al is. I've sort of adopted Mattie as mein little bruder... That must be it! That's why I'm always thinking about how cute he is. Ok, so that's one mystery solved. Oh, speaking of little bruders... I wonder if West is wondering where I am... I should probably see if he's texted me... ****! I left mein phone in the hospital room! How'd I manage that...? Gilbert thought, hoping that Ludwig hadn't tried to contact him. His younger brother had a short temper when it came to not responding.

Gil's been acting really weird lately... Maybe he's just under a lot of stress... I think we have that big project due in a few days for Engineering. I mean, we're in different class times, but I remember him talking about it... crud! I haven't even started that yet...maybe I can use the Canadian Invisibility for something useful. That teacher does forget me more than the others... I don't think I'm even on his roster anymore. This is worse than high school...and I wasn't even in any of the yearbooks. Well, I suppose being forgotten can be good... Everyone who just occasionally forgets me thinks I'm a ninja! I have Canadian Ninja skills! Matthew thought.

When the elevator door opened, Gilbert burst out and almost ran to the room that Alfred was in. He ran in the door and grabbed his phone from the counter so fast that he lost a bit of his traction, tripped over the rolling chair, and rolled with it into the wall. "Ow..." he muttered.

"Gil, are you ok?" Matthew asked, trying not to laugh at his friend who had almost put his head through the wall.

"Vhat do you think?" Gilbert moaned. "Hey, can you move zis chair? It's crushing me..."

"Why can't you move it yourself?"

"I told you. It's crushing me."

Matthew sighed and managed to move the chair off of Gilbert's legs. He was just about to roll it back to the other side of the room when Gilbert yelped. "What is it...?" the Canadian asked.

"Mein arm... it's stuck..." the albino hissed. "Don't yank ze chair... zat really hurt."

"Fine...move your legs." Matthew commanded.

Gilbert did as he was told and allowed the Canadian to sit between him and the chair. He flinched slightly when Matthew grabbed his arm, but was able to relax. Then he tensed up when he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

"Gosh, it's really stuck..." Matthew muttered, still pulling on Gilbert's arm.

"Kesesesese~ Zat's vhat she said!"

"Can you stop being perverted for one second? I'm trying to help you here..."

"Sorry, Mattie... hey, vhere's Arthur?" Gilbert asked.

"He's in the bathroom..." Matthew got a better grip on Gilbert's arm. "This might hurt..."

"Vhat do you mean?" Gilbert inquired. He suddenly yelped when Matthew yanked on his arm. His arm came free and Matthew stumbled backwards and tripped over Gilbert.

Arthur just happened to be returning from his lovely trip to the bathroom. He paused in the doorway and looked rather confused. "May I ask what happened, or do I not want to know?"

Matthew blushed slightly and jumped up from where he had fallen across Gilbert's lap. "...maple..."

"Hey, Arthur! Gott... und zey think I'm perverted. Nothing happened ze vay you think anything did. Mein arm got stuck in ze chair und Mattie helped me out. He just happened to awkwardly fall into me right as you valked in." Gilbert explained.

"If you say so," Arthur said.

"Oh ****! I have like, ten texts from West! I gotta run!" Gilbert jumped up and did indeed run.

"Ludwig ******* Beilschmidt!" Gilbert shouted when he entered the college gym. He knew his brother would be there trying to get Feliciano to run laps. Gilbert didn't see why though; the Italian was already as thin as a twig.

Ludwig looked up from the other side of the gym. "If you vant to say something, bruder, don't shout it across the room."

"West!" Gilbert said, jogging up to them. Sorry I didn't text you back. Ve vere a little busy."

"Vee~ What happened?" Feliciano asked.

"Vell, ve vere valking to lunch and Al decided to balance on ze wall. He fell and got pretty hurt and ve had to call an ambulance."

"Is Alfred ok?" Ludwig asked.

"Ja, he's just sleeping now. I came back to let you know zat I'm still alive, but I think Arthur, Mattie, und I are going to stay ze night zere." Gilbert paused for a moment. "I'm going to get Mr. Kumajiro for Mattie."

"Just don't let Elizabeta see you." Ludwig advised. "Und if you do see her...don't let her know zat you, Matthew, Arthur, und Alfred are staying in ze same room for a night."

Gilbert nodded and headed towards the dorms. He silently thanked Alfred for never remembering to lock the door and entered the room. He quickly spotted the polar bear and picked it up. Wow! It's really soft...and kind of beat up... Mattie must really love this bear... Gilbert tried holding the bear the way Matthew did and somehow got a face full of fur. Holy ****, it even smells like him! Yum... maple syrup and pancakes... Gilbert carefully held the bear and managed to avoid Elizabeta on the way back to the hospital. When he arrived back at the room, he overheard Matthew and Arthur talking.

"We'll tell Gilbert when he gets back." Arthur said.

"Ok..." Matthew said, sounding slightly dejected.

"So, you just decided zat ve're going to stay here tonight?" Gilbert guessed, walking in. He hid Mr. Kumajiro behind his back so Matthew wouldn't see.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Arthur asked.

"Lucky guess."

"Hey, Gil..." Matthew said solemnly.

"Hey, Mattie, I brought something for you!" Gilbert said, smiling.

"What is it?" the Canadian asked, not getting his hopes up.

Gilbert pulled the polar bear out from behind his back and smiled even wider when he saw Matthew's eyes light up.

"H...how did you know we were staying here? I can't believe you got him for me! Merci! Thank you, Gilbert!" Matthew exclaimed, practically tackling his friend.

The albino looked down at the blonde. "You're velcome, Mattie."

"So, sleeping arrangements?" Arthur suggested.

A/N: Aw... Isn't Gil thoughtful...and slightly creepy. I actually smelled my skin the other day and realized that I kind of smell like pancakes...either that or my senses were still screwed up from being sick. I threw up last Wednesday night at like, 11:30 and felt like crud the next day. Anyways, sorry if the most recent chapters have taken a while to write. For some reason, the teachers have decided to dump a bunch of work on us. I had five projects this week...but school is over next Friday and I'll have a lot more time to write...after marching band camp is over. For those of you who care, I'll be going to 9th grade next year and my first year of marching band. I'm really excited.

So, for those of you who actually enjoy this story, I have been secretly devising plans for a sequel. They have to finish what they started, right? It'll probably start with the next year of school and I'll just go from there. Some of our nations will be leaving us, but only a few. The only dilemma is that I haven't come up with a name yet! And we only have a few chapters left here! Oh, and Z is coming back soon. She's busy working on not being a Mary-Sue.

DISLCAIMER!

Natalya: Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of the characters.

See ya'll next time!