Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Twenty-Two

Screaming.

Explosions.

More screaming.

Planes.

More explosions.

Kalda looked around, seeing five bomber planes dropping bombs in the city that she was in.

She saw a little girl kneeling on the ground, her eyes closed and hands folded.

"Mein Gott," she continued to pray through her tears, "bitte rette uns."

Kalda looked up at the planes again, clenching her hands into fists.

Don't those pilots know what they're doing to these poor people? she thought in anger.

Before Kalda could run to save anyone, her awful world started to crumble.

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Kalda gasped when she came back and into reality, breathing in the air around her.

She heard someone get out of a chair to run over to her, and Kalda sat up in her bed, hyperventilating.

"Are you okay?" Switzerland asked, his cold eyes full of concern.

Kalda nodded a little, calming down.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered. "J-just had a bad dream."

Switzerland nodded, sitting on the side of the bed by Kalda's feet.

Switzerland knew all about Kalda's dreams, and Kalda knew all of his deepest secrets as well.

"Your cheek looks a little infected," he said, changing the subject. "You should see a doctor."

Kalda felt the scab where the cut was healing itself on her cheek, shaking her head in disapproval.

"I think it's fine," she smiled. "My body knows what to do."

Switzerland sighed, looking away from Kalda.

"Why don't you ever smile?" Kalda wondered. "You're always so serious. Did you ever smile growing up?"

"I'd rather not talk about that," he replied.

"Where are the others?" Kalda questioned, changing the subject once again.

"They went out for a while," Switzerland explained. "They'll be back soon, I'm sure."

"How long was I out?" Kalda asked.

"Mmm, about a day or so," Switzerland answered, thinking about it.

"Ugh," Kalda sighed, leaning against the headboard of her bed. "That's not very cool."

"Well, you did get hit on the head pretty hard by that ball," he explained. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were still out."

"Well, it was America's fault," Kalda blamed. "He kicked the ball too hard."

"You do realize that you were supposed to catch it, right?" Switzerland questioned.

"I kind of forgot because I was more scared of being hit in the face with a ball," Kalda told him with an awkward smile.

"Well, then I'll teach you once you're all better," he agreed.

"How come you didn't play?" she asked.

"I just didn't feel like it, that's all," he said. "Besides, they wouldn't have stood a chance against me."

"Hey, Switzerland?"