"Finland….Finland…." Matthew called out to the other man as soon as he spotted the other personification talking with Ludwig. "I need your help." He said, motioning for Tino to follow him onto their ship.
He passed Yao and Hong Kong tending to a very relieved looking Kiku in the cabin on the way to their medical supplies, briefly sending them a small smile although he was fairly certain that neither Asian man noticed aside from the shiver that Yao gave as he looked around for something. Reaching where the additional supplies had been stored, Matthew was thankful that they'd had a larger boat to take since it seemed that Arthur and Francis needed the extra room as he found them arguing over something in the kitchen area.
"Will you stop that?" Francis asked, grabbing a pot out of Arthur's hands. "Go sit down before you poison us with whatever you're trying to make. I said I'd see what they had and bring out food." Francis said, holding the pan out of Arthur's reach.
Arthur growled as he looked up to grab the pan for the sake of being stubborn. Matthew sighed as the two looked as bad as he and Alfred occasionally behaved – without the playful intentions. But he rushed forward when it seemed that looking up was a bad idea for Arthur, the British man taking a shaky step back as he got lightheaded.
But luckily for Matthew, Francis had apparently anticipated such a reaction, reaching out to grab the front of Arthur's shirt to keep him upright long enough for Matthew to be able to brace him from behind. "Now will you go sit down?" Francis said with pursed lips at the green-eyed man's behavior.
"Come on Arthur. You can help me get the supplies I need to bring to Alfred." Matthew suggested, hoping to keep the peace. They hadn't even left to return back to land yet and he had found the two of them ready to fling each other off the boat.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Of course Canada." Arthur said, straightening himself out as Matthew cautiously let his grip loosen around Arthur's shoulders. Tino joined them shortly after that, Francis returning to whatever it was that he had been attempting to prepare.
"Is everything alright Matthew? Why aren't you with Alfred?" Tino asked, helping to pack up what Matthew had been setting out on the table to carry over to Alfred. "I thought you said he was just going to sleep?" He continued to ask, Arthur more interested than before as he handed over a bottle of water, taking one for himself as he sat back down at the table.
"Alfie wasn't too far gone this time. I managed to wake him up but he tore what was left of his stitches. I'm trying to get back to him before he decides to just follow out on his own." Matthew said as he hastily gathered everything up in his arms, shuffling behind where Arthur was sitting to head back to Alfred.
"Wait Matthew. What's going on?" Arthur called out, twisting in his seat to watch Matthew run off. He shot a look to Tino, the Finnish man sending him what he hoped was a sympathetic yet encouraging smile as he too left Arthur and Francis to follow after Matthew. "Well, Antonio radioed Ludwig so I'm sure he'll be here soon and then we'll head back to land. Don't worry." Tino called back to them when it was apparent that Arthur looked ready to follow after him.
"But, I can offer…" Arthur continued, only to have Francis push him back down in the seat. The British man grumbled as he tried to get around the Frenchman who blocked his path. "Francis, get the hell out of the way…" He grumbled, Tino snickering as he realized he wouldn't have to worry about keeping Arthur in place with Francis around to take his mind off of his and Alfred's injuries.
"Non. Do you have to act like a child? I am already making you some proper food since I know I am starving too." Tino heard Francis say as he grabbed a few more things to take over to Alfred. "Or should I simply make warm milk for petite infant?" Francis goaded, Tino hearing the two begin to argue much louder than he thought someone with a head injury capable of, their voices carrying out onto the deck as he left.
Tino headed back down to where he knew Matthew and Alfred to be, careful not to drop the things he was carrying. To him, it didn't look like Alfred had moved at all as he laid pretty much where he had left him with Matthew earlier.
"Alfred, if you're pulling another prank on me, so help me I'll make good on that threat I gave you earlier." Matthew was saying as he tended to Alfred's arm as gently as Tino expected the Canadian to be. "Come on Al, you said you'd stay awake…" Matthew grumbled, pausing in his work to shake Alfred's shoulders.
"He just needs a little encouragement." Tino said, pulling out of its wrapper a large hamburger he'd made the previous night when there was little else to do. "This is probably better than smelling salts for him. But finish wrapping his arm first." Tino said, Matthew nodding without argument as the Finnish man assumed a tone that Matthew could describe as parental – he wondered if it had something to do with being Santa Claus or having spent so much time with an equally stubborn relative of Arthur's by the name of Sealand.
Alfred's arm was treated with what supplies they'd brought along with them, minus the stiches since Matthew decided to give Alfred's pleas for letting it heal naturally a chance. It looked like there hadn't been much improvement by way of letting their natural fast healing take place, but if they could keep his arm wrapped up, clean, and dry, his twin might not have to deal with another doctor visit that it seemed impossible to get him to go to.
Once Matthew was confident that he'd done a decent job of making sure the bandages were properly done, Tino wafted the smell of the American-size burger the Finnish man had optimistically made for Alfred. Matthew watched anxiously for a reaction, Tino looking just as anxious until Alfred's face twitched. Slowly Alfred seemed to become aware of the aroma of what apparently was his driving force, sniffing about as Tino moved the hamburger around a little more. Matthew laughed as Tino's plan worked perfectly, Alfred opening his eyes and looking around for the source of the smell, pushing himself up a little to follow after it.
"Hello Alfred…" Tino said, trailing off into laughter along with Matthew as Alfred mumbled out something along the lines of 'hamburger heaven' before reaching with both arms for the offered food, noisily chomping down on it. "Take it slow Alfred. It's not going anywhere and you haven't eaten in a while." The Finnish man continued, taking out the bottle of water he'd stuffed in his pocket when he'd carried over his armful of supplies. But it didn't seem like Alfred had heard, too absorbed in the fact that there was food to be consumed, Matthew having to pull it away now and then to force Alfred to slow down so he wouldn't be sick.
"Mmmm….so good…." Alfred said around a bite of food, finishing off the burger with a few more bites and taking the offered bottle of water. He fumbled with the bottle for a second as he seemed to forget about not using his right arm, Tino reaching forward to undo the cap for him.
"Tino?" Alfred said sleepily as he finally recognized the other man in the room aside from his twin, looking up at him and blinking a few times to be sure he hadn't mistaken him for someone else. "Hey, it is you." He said, giving off a beaming smile directed at the Finnish man.
"Yeah…I thought you might like some help." Tino said with his usual cheery smile as he watched Alfred look over to Matthew to 'whisper' his question to make sure that he hadn't lost his mind yet.
"No, he really came with us. He was worried about you too Alfred." Matthew said fondly, his twin looking more like a child that had been told that Santa had personally delivered an early Christmas just to him – which, when Matthew thought about it, was sort of the truth in an odd sense.
"Well, you would say that if I made you up too." Alfred said, finishing off the rest of the water bottle in a way that a man who hadn't drank any in over a day could manage.
"No, you're not making anything up. I had to argue with Berwald to have him understand that I wasn't going to just sit around and do nothing." Tino said, patting Alfred's shoulder with a tenderness Matthew thought suited the other man's typical personality. "I'm glad to see you're all here." He said, coming to sit beside Alfred as best as he could with the limited space available. Alfred continued to smile, leaning his head on Matthew's shoulder and yawning as he relaxed again.
"No sleeping. You're worse than Kumakiji…" Matthew prodded with a light tease. "I think we should try and get you out of here now, eh." He said, shifting his twin so that Alfred was leaning more on Tino. The Finnish man easily took over the caring role, readjusting the blanket around Alfred's shoulders and rubbing his back soothingly in a way that Matthew thought might be counterproductive to keeping Alfred awake to walk out on his own back to a rescue ship.
Leaving the two of them, Matthew returned to the deck to check in with anyone that noticed him to see if there had been any news of anyone else being on their way to assist them. Alfred didn't appear to be in critical condition, but the others needed to get back to land soon, especially Kiku. He didn't want to have to split up from his twin after just reuniting, but if they had to, there wasn't much more he could think of doing. But his mood lifted when he saw another ship headed their way, figuring it must've been Antonio's ship based on the way the horn kept on being blared.
Matthew looked over to Ludwig's ship, expecting one of the Italy's to be ready to greet the next ship, only to find that they had apparently gone in search of food and a place to rest on board Ludwig's ship. But he began to panic a little at the realization that Antonio's ship didn't really have a spot to anchor to alongside the damaged vessel, and that the Spanish man clearly intended to get as close as possible anyway with the result that Ludwig's ship ended up getting nudged out of the way. Alfred's ship rocked at the sudden impact, Matthew flinging his arms out to balance himself to keep upright.
"Bloody hell…crazed Spanish fool. You'll sink everyone with sailing like that! It's no wonder you took a nosedive when you did." Matthew heard Arthur shouting, spying the British man looking out one of the windows as he too looked to see what the commotion was all about.
"Nice to see you too amigo." Antonio called out to Arthur, the Spanish man tossing a rope for Matthew to catch so that he wouldn't drift away like Ludwig's boat had done, the rope he'd tied off to Alfred's ship the only thing that likely saved the German man from having to start up the engine again to get close to Alfred's boat. "Where is everyone? Where is…" Antonio began, gasping as he saw Feliciano came back out on deck to see what had happened. "Feli! Little Feli! Are you alright?" He asked, jumping off his boat to land with a roll on the German's boat.
"Ve~. It's good to see you Antonio. I'm alright now that Ludwig has brought lots and lots of pasta since I haven't had any in days. Days! That's just not-a right!" Feliciano exclaimed as he returned the clingy hug that the Spanish man had engulfed him in as soon as he'd reached him.
"Nice of you to worry about me too damn bastard." Romano grumpily called out from where he stood in the entrance to the cabin area. "Break the damn boat and start this whole thing over again why don't you?" He said as he walked over, looking red in the face as he clearly tried not to rush over and join the hug.
"Romano! Oh, mi tomate…I'm so glad you're here. Oh, your brother said he couldn't find you and I feared the worst for my little Roma" Antonio said, reaching out for Romano to come closer to where he still held onto Feliciano. Romano grumbled as he made a show of 'reluctantly' coming a little closer, Antonio not waiting much longer and grabbing his arm as soon as he was within his reach, crushing Romano to him and Feliciano.
"Ugh…too much of the….stupid hugging…" Romano said, squirming at first as Feliciano and Antonio laughed before giving in and leaning into the embrace. "Be-a careful of my nose bastard." Romano said as Antonio pulled away slightly to take a closer look at the southern Italian, making a sympathetic noise at the way his nose was bruised and swollen.
"Oh, Lovino. Don't worry. Boss will make it better." Antonio said with a smile, Romano clearly forcing his usual scowl into place as he grumbled about Antonio referring to himself as 'Boss' again. But he only slightly flinched when Antonio gave Romano a quick kiss to the cheek and ruffled his and Feliciano's hair.
"Spain, if you wouldn't mind…" Matthew began hesitatingly, not wanting to be rude and interrupt the very emotional-looking reunion, "….Antonio, could you…." Matthew tried again, shoulders deflating a little as he was ignored.
"Antonio, since you are here, you can help tend to some of the others." Ludwig said in a much louder tone than Matthew, succeeding in pulling apart the three personifications both figuratively with his voice and literally as he essentially pulled the Spanish man a step or two away from the Italy brothers.
"Oh, Si…that's why I'm here." Antonio said with a couple of blinks as he registered what the German man had said. "Who am I taking back with me, Poland and Lithuania?" He asked, the German man wondering how on earth his ship stayed afloat with both Antonio and Feliks on board. But, he reasoned that Toris must've had something to do with that and Ludwig did have to admit that sailing was a large part of who Antonio was.
"Moi…" Francis called out as he stepped back out onto Alfred's deck to head over to where Matthew was standing. "Pardon Mathieu, but you will need the room and if I stay in a confined space with Angleterre any longer…" He began, throwing up his hands in a gesture that conveyed, 'I will not be held responsible for what may happen'.
At Matthew's crestfallen look, the Frenchman cupped the Canadian's face in his hands and sent him a small smile. "Do not fret, petite frere. We will all be back on land soon and we can talk with one another through the radio if you wish. Big Brother France is always lurking around, hon hon hon…" He said, climbing aboard the Spaniard's ship with the assistance of Toris.
"Anyone else?" Antonio asked after giving a smile to his French friend to indicate his relief upon seeing him well, turning back to Ludwig and, unknowingly, Matthew.
"Can one of you help Tino and I move Alfred? He's down below." Matthew said to Ludwig politely, hoping that he'd been loud enough. He could usually make his voice heard when need be, such as in emergencies like this, but it was getting harder to do with everyone's scattered attention.
"Ja. I will help carry him. Does he need a stretcher or anything like that?" Ludwig asked, doing his best to ignore the rapid speech of the northern Italian who couldn't seem to keep it in any longer and had been talking nonstop to Elizabeta as she too came out on deck to see what had happened.
"Oh, I think I may have one on board my ship." Antonio said with a thumb over his shoulder to point to his boat. Turning, he called out to Feliks who was still on deck, the others not sure if they'd end up with a stretcher or something else as it took two tries to get him to go after it.
"He probably won't need it, I think, but it wouldn't hurt him to keep from moving around too much. We managed to get him awake and get a burger into him, but he seems quite woozy. I just want to be safe." Matthew said to Ludwig, not sure what else to say as the other man seemed to only be able to put on an analyzing look as he listened. "Um…okay then. Should we head down then, eh?" He asked, wondering if he'd gone invisible again as the German kept up that look.
"Not yet. Give them another couple of seconds to bring out the stretcher before we give up on them." Ludwig said, Matthew nodding as they stood awkwardly next to one another on deck while they waited for Antonio to return. Matthew watched as Ludwig checked his watch, wondering if he really was timing things, but his attention was brought back to Antonio as he leaned over to grab what Feliks and Toris were handing over.
"Gracias." Antonio said, returning to the two waiting blondes with the stretcher placed over one shoulder. "Alright, let's go get our American compadre." He said, Matthew taking a deep breath and leading the way.