Crystalline Constellations

S2 E6: Cold Days, Warm Hearts [Part 2/2]

A gentle little trace of light crept into the sight range of Sandra much later on, when consciousness finally ceased to elude her. This trace of light grew in brightness and size with every millimetre her eyelids propped themselves open, and once the world of reality came into focus, she saw that the source of the light was originating from a lamp which she was currently facing. And that called into her mind another question: where exactly was she?
She detected the distinct feeling of bedsheets separating her from the open air of wherever she was - red bedsheets which were not only her favourite colour, but they were additionally cosy, making her wonder just for a moment why there was anything in the known universe more comfortable and addictive than the feeling of being wrapped up in a bed in amongst a peaceful atmosphere. Obviously she was in someone's bedroom, but she knew instantly that it wasn't hers because the sheets felt, for lack of a better word, unfamiliar; if it was her own bedroom, she obviously would've recognised it in no time flat.

"Dudes check it out! I think the dudette's awake!" A male voice yelled happily, which was another thing she recognised straight away despite her still slightly drowsy state. There was only one person she knew who spoke with that type of lingo. 

"Ssssh! You keep your voice down! The mademoiselle is very sick, so you must not be so loud!" Another man scolded. 

"Will both of you give it a rest?" A 3rd one, perhaps the most familiar of them all, added.

"He has got a point." A much quieter, almost whispery one spoke up. "We should all calm down and make sure we stay that way." 

"Who are you?" A smaller voice which was a lot more high-pitched and squeaky-sounding asked.

"I'm Canada..." The person who'd spoken before this high-pitched one replied with an ever so slight sigh.

"Guys...?" Sandra used one of her hands to rub her eyes as she slowly moved herself up into a sitting position of sorts, causing the people in the room who'd spoken to immediately focus their attention solely on her.

England, America, Canada and France, with Matthew holding Mr. Kumajiro in his arms. 

"Mademoiselle oh how we were all so deeply worried about you!" France abruptly fell into his knees and tightly clasped one of her hands, startling her a tad. "When you fell into an unconscious state on that hillside I had assumed the worst!" 

"Didn't Canada just say literally a minute ago that we should remain calm about all this?" Said Britain. This situation right now was causing the female, despite the few dregs of tiredness that remained from having just awoken, to discretely giggle at the humorous moment. "And anyway, the rest of us were worried too, you know. There's no need to be over-the-top when you're expressing that yourself." 

"But Iggy-face that was my true emotion, and it did affect me that much! I shall not keep a lid on my feelings!" The blonde male held up a rose from seemingly nowhere as per usual. 

Arthur let out a small sigh before turning his attention back towards the woman he loved. "So, putting frogface's dramatic outbursts aside, how are you anyway, love? Your pyrokinetic ability might have protected you a little bit from the coldness of the snow when you fell down the side of the hill, because you're looking better than if one of the rest of us fell instead." He felt very self conscious about it, especially in front of his fellow 3 countries, but he sat down on a nearby chair  and inched himself closer towards her, plucking up the courage to additionally place some of his fingers into the hand that France had been grasping a few moments ago. They were indeed still in the relationship they'd formed on Valentine's Day, but sometimes he found it difficult to show his true feelings in front of other people, and occasionally it was hard for him to express it in front of her for fear of doing something wrong, like holding her hand when she doesn't want to. In this case, however, his fears weren't confirmed, because she didn't do anything that suggested she disliked it such as pushing his hand away. Instead, her own fingers curled themselves around his.