The Finn was still where Matthew had left him, except he'd now taken to sitting on the bed beside the sleeping Alfred. "Alfred….America…" Tino was calling to him gently as he looked over his arm.
"He won't wake up for a little while. Not at this stage." Matthew said with a bit of a pout as he recognized what had happened. "He goes into that when he hasn't eaten the huge amount of calories he needs to ingest. He can usually go three days without before he falls asleep like this, but I'm guessing his injury sped things along." Matthew said, Tino getting out of the Canadian's way to let him take a closer look at the injury himself.
"Normally he'll wake up again a day or so later a lot weaker but able to bounce back once he's sort of adjusted, but he needs to eat soon after that. You should've seen what he was like when the Depression hit. I was in a little better shape, but if it hadn't been for Alfred needing to gear up for war, I bet he'd have been even gloomier. The rest of the Allies, well you remember that time…" He continued to ramble in his worry before remembering that Tino had actually been one of the more Axis-leaning countries, looking up with a blush as that fact seemed to escape him as he fretted over his brother.
But that didn't seem to have had any effect on Tino, the Finn looking about the bedroom for something. "Err…never-mind. But, what are you doing?" Matthew asked, causing Tino to stop moving about the small room.
"Well, we shouldn't move him too much without doing something for his arm first. But then we still are stuck with how to get him out of the room without hurting him more." Tino said, scratching his head in thought. "We could try to just use the blankets as a stretcher, but we might need one of the others to help carry him out." He said, Matthew nodding in agreement.
"Alright. I'll head back and see what medical supplies we have and what Ludwig's boat has." Matthew said, making to stand up but Tino shook his head, pushing him back to sit on the bed.
"No. You stay with your twin." Tino said with a firm tone to his voice. "I know you've been worried and it'll help you both to be near one another, even if Alfred's not really totally aware of it." He said, Matthew looking back at his twin as he continued to rest. Tino patted him on the shoulder once more before heading out, leaving Matthew to wait with Alfred.
Sighing at not being able to do much at the moment, Matthew made himself a little more comfortable on the bed, lying down next to Alfred. Taking his twin's hand in his, he could tell why Arthur had flung the blanket over him even in the heat of the Pacific as Alfred's hands were colder than normal. Matthew frowned at that, despite knowing how to go about fixing that problem as he'd already spoken with Tino, but he knew Alfred disliked the cold.
Matthew pulled the blanket back up around Alfred, easing up next to him as Arthur had done, the British man's position made clearer now. As much as Arthur cared very much for Alfred, being as cuddly as Alfred was never in his disposition unless they were both out of it – which Matthew also had to admit they were in this case – or Arthur felt Alfred legitimately needed someone to be close to him to help him feel better.
"Mmmm…." Alfred let out at the extra warmth, Matthew brightening up at the fact that there was some response. He was certain Alfred had let himself fall into that sleepy state of his, and was encouraged by the fact that they might be able to get him help easier and quicker if he hadn't.
"Alfred…Alfred, open your eyes Alfred. I'm here. It's your twin. It's Matthew. Canada." He said, shaking Alfred's shoulders to keep him from deep sleep. "Alfred, come on, eh…" He said, smiling when Alfred groggily opened his eyes to look around. "Hey bro…" Matthew said as Alfred locked eyes with him.
"Mattie?" Alfred asked, voice sounding hoarse and making Matthew wince a little at the sound. The others hadn't sounded quite that bad yet, but he knew that Alfred probably had done something to himself. "My whale found ya. I knew he would." Alfred said with a small smirk on his face, Matthew's earlier musings put to rest as he figured his twin had strained his voice doing those strange calls to his whale.
"Yeah. He did. Now let's get you some help, okay?" Matthew said, shaking his brother again to keep him from falling back asleep as Alfred's eyes were beginning to close again apparently involuntarily. "No, no…you can sleep once you've had something to eat. Come on…" He said, propping Alfred up into a sitting position. "You can tell me all about being the hero. And maybe explain why Feliciano led us to believe a shark had bitten your arm off…" He said, knowing that would get the American's attention.
"Huh?" Alfred responded, shooting a confused look to Matthew. "What are you talking about?" Alfred asked, leaning onto his brother and taking deep breaths as he tried to stay awake. Matthew just laughed, rubbing his brother's uninjured arm as he held his twin to him, picking up the blanket and wrapping it around Alfred's shoulders as he picked up on the tiny shivers the other was experiencing.
"Feliciano didn't finish his cries for help to Ludwig…" Matthew said with some humor in his voice. "Arthur interrupted at just the right time and it sounded like he was saying a shark had bitten your arm off…good thing you're ambidextrous, eh? I think you're going to be a lefty for a little while." The Canadian said, shaking Alfred a little to keep his drooping eyes from closing again.
"Antonio's probably on his way and with Yao, Kiku, Francis and Arthur on my boat, you're probably going to need to be carried onto his ship." Matthew said with a sigh, wanting nothing more than to carry his twin onto his ship and head back to land as soon as possible. "Unless Francis and Arthur want to hop ship, but I'm not so sure that bunch won't kill each other before they get back to land…" The quieter twin said, earning a small laugh from Alfred.
"Then I'm gonna lay back down for a minute or two until Antonio gets here." Alfred said, Matthew initially wanting to protest but ultimately helping his brother get comfortable as they waited. "I'll stay awake, Mattie, don't worry. I ain't like you when you get all 'hibernation-y'." Alfred said with a teasing smirk at the Canadian's tendency to be a little lethargic when winter first hit his lands.
"I do not 'hibernate' Al, I just, take some time for myself." Matthew said, a small blush on his face. "And for your information, I haven't done that since I was still at Arthur's house." He said, Alfred chuckling again.
"So, last week?" Alfred teased, Matthew pouting at that but shaking his head as his brother liked to tease him for 'taking so dang long' to 'follow his lead' with independence.
"You know, I think maybe you should take a nice long nap." Matthew said, poking Alfred in the cheek playfully as his brother laid beside him. Alfred pretended as though he was going to bite his twin's finger as Matthew prodded him a few more times, the Canadian smirking as he tossed the blanket further up to cover Alfred's face completely. "There. Perfect." Matthew said, Alfred not pulling the cover down at all, choosing instead to just lie there still and quiet.
"Alfred?" Matthew asked, wondering why his twin had stopped making the effort to mess around with him. "Alfred." Matthew called out again, a little more firmly, his worry showing through. He hastily uncovered his twin, seeing Alfred looking as though he had lost the battle to stay awake, completely still.
"Alfred!" Matthew cried out, leaning over to check on his twin to make sure he was alright, tilting his head to check on his breathing and therefore not ready for when Alfred quickly pulled his twin over him and onto the bed with his left arm. Alfred laughed as he entangled his twin in the bedsheets with him, hissing occasionally as his right arm began to sting more prominently at the sudden movements Alfred was making.
"Ah! You hoser! I thought you'd….oh, I'm spreading marmite on all your hamburger buns you…you…" Matthew said, pelting Alfred with a pillow on the side of the face as hard as he dared with his brother being injured.
"No! Not marmite! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, bro…" Alfred said, contrite as his twin threatened to get back at him. "Don't do that to my food. It's, like, sacrilege or somethin'." He said, Matthew rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"Then don't play dead Alfred. You're in bad enough shape right now and I spent all night thinking I was going to find you missing a limb or something if I even did get to see you again." Matthew said, eyes watering up as the stress of the past couple of days caught up with him.
"Ah, geez…come 'ere…." Alfred said, holding his left arm out so that he could hold his twin. "I'm sorry Mattie. I didn't think…I was just so glad to have you here and, you know, going without my burgers makes it difficult to think straight." Alfred said as Matthew pulled his brother in close for a tight hug. "Not so tight Matt, I kinda forgot to be careful with my arm. I think it's bleedin' again." He said, Matthew pulling away to undo the bloody bandages and take a look at the reopened wound, stitches completely torn.
"Yeah, you did a number on it, eh…" Matthew said, face morphing back into an expression of worry. "If you can manage to stay awake, lay back down and I'll go get some bandages to try and put pressure on it. You're probably going to need to get stitches again…" He said.
Alfred groaned at that, protesting that he would heal soon enough anyway. "Don't move and don't go back to sleep. You made Arthur worry too." Matthew said, sending as stern a look as he could to his twin, knowing that Alfred probably wouldn't listen but he could try and look imposing for at least a moment.
"I mean it. Don't make me give you a what for!" He said, although even he could tell that his whisper voice wasn't doing much by way of assuming an air of absolute authority. But Alfred gave a heavy sigh and nodded, Matthew taking that as a victory before he once more wrapped the blanket around his twin and headed back out on deck to get to the other boats.