The Dark And Hollow Pastas

Chapter Eleven

"How's he doing?" Germany asked, looking down at the head of blonde hair resting on the red pillow.
"His cut got infected." England petted Canada's head fondly while America paced the room anxiously.
"How exactly did he cut himself?" Germany inquired.
"He said on metal."
"Jou don't sound very sure about zhat."
"I only had his word for it."
"Do jou zhink zhere vas a chance he-"
"No! Mattie would never lie about something like that! If he was hurt by a zombie he would tell us."
"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Sweden tested.
"Hey Sve, when Canada dies can I take his land in the name of Sealand?" The tiny micronation asked sweetly.
"Yes, Peter."
"Firstly, Canada isn't going to die, and secondly, what kind of promise is that?"
"Somebody has to take over lost land." Sweden shrugged.
"Now isn't zhe time for territorial battles. Zhere are zombies out zhere und ve still don't know vhere most of our friends are."
Everybody went quiet at the German's words. As usual, he had some pretty valid points.
The silence was broken when Canada stirred.
"Shhh. Go back to sleep." Britain cooed. He went back to stroking the slumbering country's hair.
"Kuma..." He mumbled. "Kuma no."
"Vhere is Kumajiro?" Germany asked. "He never got to tell us during zhat meeting."
"I saw Canada the day before the first zombies came out. He had his bear with him then." America recalled.
"He told me earlier that Kuma wasn't with us anymore. I think that means..." Britain trailed off.
"He really loved that bear." America dropped his head in sorrow.
"We shourd ret him sreep." Japan suggested. "Arr zhis noise is probabry bozhering him."
"I'll stay here and keep an eye on him." America suggested.
"Good idea. I'll take Finland's vatch in zhe tower vhile zhe rest of jou help Britain in zhe yard." Germany decided.
The countries all nodded and dispersed.