Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The next day, Kalda woke up to the sounds of moaning and groaning once again; she knew that the men weren't drunk this time, and that they were waking up from being unconscious.

"Wh-what happened?" America asked.

"You got knocked out last night when those weird guys attacked," Kalda explained. "Germany saved your butts from getting killed by your...uh..."counterparts."

"Then how did we get home?" China wondered. "And you as well?"

"Prussia shoved you into the back of his car, and he even let me ride in the front that time," Kalda answered.

"I guess we know who to zhank when zhey come over," France smiled.

"We sure do," Russia grinned.

"Ugh, I remember now," America shuddered. "I almost got my head ripped off by a baseball bat with rusty nails dug into it."

"Yeah, zhat vas overstepping mein limit as vell," Germany said, walking into the house completely unannounced.

Britain had gone back into a sleep-like state, not even noticing his guest at that moment like he usually would have.

"He never stops," America groaned, lying on his back.

"France almost got full of lead," Germany continued. "I'm glad zhat I intervened vhen I did."

"And I almost got chopped into pieces," China said, clutching his head.

"Zhat vas Britain, actually," Germany answered. "You almost got stabbed vith a butcher knife und could have died from blood loss."

"Oh, right," China nodded. "Now I remember."

"What happened?" Britain asked, his voicea little slurred.

He smiled and waved at Germany, not seeming to care about his uninvited guest.

"Oh, hello, Germany," Britain laughed, his eyes closed in fantasized happiness.

Britain was instantly snapped out of his trance, then, standing up as anger overtook him.

"GERMANY?" Britain yelled.

"Oh boy, here we go," Kalda sighed, leaning into the couch.

"WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU HERE, RIGHT HERE, IN MY HOUSE, UNANNOUNCED, UNINVITED, AND...AND...RIGHT HERE?" Britain ranted angrily.

"I came here to apologize for vhat happened last night," Germany calmly answered. "Zhat vas not planned, und ve have no idea vhy zhe Second Players attacked."

"Well, clearly," Britain replied with an eye roll. "I think that I already know why they did it anyway, and-"

The door was suddenly busted open, seeming to be kicked down by a very angry Luciano.

He had his pistol out, aiming it straight for Britain's head.

"I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU CROSSED ME AGAIN, YOU STUPID IDIOTS!" he yelled in fury.

"And he's back," Kalda stated, running out of the house.

Luciano tried to grab her, but Kalda was too fast for him; she slammed the door shut, and the man pointed his gun back at Britain.

"Okay, just...calm down," Britain slowly told the angry man, trying to back away from the gun's range so that he didn't provoke anyone. "Please put the gun down, okay?"

"I don't think I can do that this time," Luciano grinned, cocking his pistol. "This is going to be too much fun."

He put his finger on the trigger, pulling it back.