Small pairings mentioned: Prussia x Austria and Spain x Romano

Arthur awoke, feeling sick to his stomach. His head ached as if someone had beat him over the head with a four hundred ton anchor, and his stomach felt like it was churning and churning, like a tsunami hitting his insides. When he opened his eyes, light was shining brightly through the openings in his tent. He sat up, only to lie back down as his head thumped. He shut his eyes tightly, curling up in a ball to try and compress the pain away. Arthur needed somebody to come in so he can tell them what was going on. As if on cue, a Spanish man by the name of Antonio came walking by, clearing his throat before speaking. "Arthur, you up? You weren't up when breakfast started." Arthur simply groaned in reply. Antonio seemed concerned, and ducked his head into the British man's tent. He sighed softly, eying Arthur. "Get up."

Arthur opened his eyes to look up at Antonio, eyes furrowed in confusion. "Up. We're going to bring you to Yeka- you look as pale as Gilbert does on a regular day." Arthur just grumbled, managing to get up without falling again after two tries. His knees were weak, but he refused to get any assistance from the Spaniard. ("I'll be fine- let go of me, you git.") He hobbled over to the medical tent, with minimum help from Antonio, even though Arthur would deny every single bit of it.

Antonio stepped in the tent first, flashing a small smile at Yekaterina, a… large breasted Ukrainian woman, who took care of any people who needed help in any way. She was rather sweet, but also very emotional if you affront her in any way. Yeka turned her attention from a small sleeping patient to the two men who walked through the tent door. She smiled sweetly, getting up from her seat. She walked over, only having her smile fade when she saw how pale Arthur had gotten. "Oh dear, Arthur… Are you alright?"

"We were hoping you could answer that…" Antonio said with a small smile.

Yeka nodded softly, only to motion he heads towards an empty, old hospital bed. "Why don't you lie down, and I'll see what's going on?" She offered, pulling away the single blanket that lied on the bed. Arthur frowned at the faint crimson stains, but lied down anyway as the nurse instructed him. As he did so, Arthur glanced over to the human lying in the bed that Yeka was focusing on earlier. He saw Antonio standing by the bed, petting the brunette's hair softly. The brunette's eyes were closed softly, mouth agape ever so slightly. His leg was bandaged, resting on a stack of two pillows to keep it elevated, and a bandage wrapped around his head, red marks seeping through. With a more focused look, he noticed that it was one of the wall's lookouts- Lovino. Antonio looked down at the boy with sad, drooping eyes. Yeka had been done seating Arthur, and followed his gaze. Noticing how Antonio was upset, she bit her lip softly.

"He's been doing fine since the last attack. He seemed to have tripped while twisting his ankle, but fell on something rather hard, causing his consciousness to go out for a few weeks…He should be fine next week, however. But I advise you- keep a close watch on him. His vision might go blurry at times, and his balance will be lost dearly… So I don't think he'll be watching on the wall for a while now." Yeka said with a sweet, sympathetic smile on her face.

Antonio chuckled halfheartedly. "Yeah… he won't be too happy with that. He loves hanging out by the wall." Yeka nodded softly, "But I think he'll be fine if you stay by him when he's ready to get up." Antonio nodded.

Yeka turned her attention back to Arthur. "Now, what exactly is going on?" She asked with a kind smile. Arthur thought for a moment before answering blandly, "My head and stomach hurt like hell. Head's throbbing, stomach's churning…" His voice faltered before he coughed lightly. Yeka sighed, feeling Arthur's forehead with her fragile hand. "Oh dear… Arthur, you'll have to be staying here for a while. You have a fever of some sort…Have you been feeling dizzy?" Arthur nodded. "Then you'll have to stay here. You won't be going on anymore searches for a while until you're fully treated."

Arthur snickered softly and leaned back to try and get comfortable in the chair. "Alright. That's perfectly fine with me. I hate going out and taking orders from that frog of Francis." He smiled, satisfied. Yeka sighed again, writing something on her clipboard. "Okay, I'll go and inform Francis about this situation. He won't be plea-" She was interrupted by Arthur sitting up quickly.

Arthur squinted his eyes as he tried to fucos on hearing someone talking outside. He immediatley recognized the voices of Gilbert and Roderich.

"I'm not having you out there again! You almost got killed!" Roderich hissed at the albino. Gilbert sighed, "Specks-" "Don't call me that, Gilbert!" "Roddy, look- I have to go out there. Someone threatened Arthur, and Francis thinks that there's something that he's hiding. So we're going out there to get whatever it is." Arthur's eyes widened slightly, listening more.

Roderich's voice was shaking slightly. "I-I can't have you out there again! I refuse! I don't want you to die, or get hurt, or bitten… I can't think of that." He said, nervously. Gilbert sighed and grabbed the Austrian's hands gently. "I promise I won't get hurt. We're going tomorrow night, so I still have another night with you, okay? Don't worry." He smiled softly, but it didn't seem to help the Austrian calm down. He hugged Roderich, mumbling German into his ear. Arthur heard enough, and growled silently. He got up, only to be pulled down by Yeka again. "Arthur, where are you going? You can't leave! You're sick."

Arthur shook his head, "I have to go somewhere!"

"Where on earth do you have to go?"
"Just… Just somewhere, alright?"

Arthur yanked his arm away, walking towards the door in hope to get out. He was blocked by the Spanish man. "Sorry, mi amigo. You can't go anywhere- you're crazy. Sit back down, will you? Arthur shook his head violently, glaring deeply. "I'm not going to. I told them not to mess with that guy- and they're going to do exactly that!" Antonio sighed, shaking his head slowly. "It's dangerous," he began, "there's no way you're going out there with such a large fever. Sit down." Arthur pushed past him, storming out. "Don't you bloody think about following me!" He called back sourly. "At least tell us where you're going!" Antonio called back, knowing not to mess with an angered Brit.

"I'm going somewhere… to help someone I don't even know."