Sweden's P.O.V
I was cold. And I was hungry. And I could move. I opened my eyes. This was quite clearly a hospital. 'How did i get here?' I wondered. "Sweden?" someone said. I knew that voice. It was norwegian. 'How do I know that voice?' I looked over at the man holding my hand. "Norway?" I saw him nod, and was met by his lip's on mine. I finally was able to reach up with my right hand and hold myself to him. Something moved from my left wrist, and I wrapped that arm around him too. I heard slight giggling. 'Huh? Oh, wait. OH,GOD!' I broke the kiss and looked around. Russia, America, Norway, Poland (who looked relieve yet somehow grumpy), Germany, Japan, And South where all around me. Then I remembered why I was here. 'North korea' It all came back to me like a flash of light.
Flaaaasssshhhhbaaackkkk
I opened the door to see north korea standing there. He blinked, then growled. He grabbed my throat and slammed me up against the wall. I kicked his knee, forcing him to kneel and drop me. I punched his throat, and he choked. Then he swung his fist to my face, slamming my jaw with his knuckles. "Sweden! North! Stop!" Norway had screamed, but north was swinging and I was forced to block my face with my arm's. I made an 'x' with my arm's and kicked him in his groin. He grunted. I moved my arms away from my face, and rammed my shoulder into north korea's nose. He cursed and clutched his nose. Norway pulled my arm, and I started to subside. Suddenly, with a howl of pain, my world went black as night. And I was alone, and in the dark.
Back to the present.
I blinked, trying to clear my head. Norway was holding me to his chest. I was shivering. "you cold, or scared?" russ asked. "cold" i said, then sighed. "And scared." Germ looked shocked. I smiled at norway, then at ame, who was still crying. He swatted my shoulder, smiling. Then Ame turned and buried his face in russ's chest.I smiled at him. "Dating annu? O Vremeni!" (dating yet-swedish. About time-russian.) Russia blushed, shaking his head. "Het" He replied. (no-Russian) I smirked. This is going to be a fun recovery.
