Chapter Twenty Three

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The next morning was a moody one.
Spain was fawning over Romano who was returning the affections with his usual glares, Germany was still upstairs guarding Canada, France was leaning against Britain but didn't look the least bit happy as his son was still not safe, Finland was as cheerful as usual, feeding Sealand who sat on Sweden's lap.
Prussia was still nowhere to be seen.
" 'e's still not awake." France sighed sadly. Britain took his hand to comfort him.
"At least he stopped muttering in his sleep." He assured the grieving country. "I think that means the spell worked."
"Really? Merci beaucoup, Angleterre." France's mouth curved into a smile.
England ended up with a rare dash of pink in his cheeks.
"Hey, Dudes! What's for breakfast?" America slid into the kitchen, his arms outstretched for balance. Japan walked in right behind him.
"Whatever you want. Just try to watch your portioning." Sweden answered in his usual monotone.
America nodded and pulled Japan into the walk in pantry.
"If America and Japan are here...who's on guard?" Finland asked suddenly.
"Isn't it Prussia? I haven't seen him all morning." Spain stopped poking Romano.
"Non. Prussia barricaded 'imself in 'is room." France shook his head.
"Oh bloody hell." Britain swore."
"Hey!" Sweden scolded, covering Sealand's ears. "Not in front of the kid."
"Sorry, Sealand." Britain apologized.
"I'll go on watch." Romano offered. "It'll keep this guy off me for a while at least." He glared at Spain.
"We have enough people now that we could put guards up in all the towers." Finland added. "I'll set up along the north end."
"And I still need help with the crops." Britain threw in. "Any takers?"
"I'll go." France raised his hand just as Finland and Romano were leaving the room.
"Me too!" Sealand spoke up. He just wanted to be helpful in some way. Maybe then they would recognize him.
"The more the merrier. Let's head out now."
But they never got outside. A scream rang out all through the inside of the lodge followed by a concerned French shout of "Mathieu!"

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