“Is he going to be okay?” London whispered, pulling the sleeves of her military uniform over her hands nervously.
“He’ll be okay. Luckily for him the bullets didn’t rupture any organs so there’s no internal bleeding, but I’ll tell you this much London, it won’t be easy breaking the news to him.” Belgium said, dabbing the wet cloth against England’s forehead. The fabric of the tent brushed against London’s back where she was crouching on a stool at the end of the bed that England was resting in, his wounds now bandaged and a sedative keeping him resting. Belgium cleaned up around the tent, the bloodied handful of cloth used to clean the blood taken to the fire outside to be burned.
“I have to go to the meeting now; can you keep an eye on him?” Belgium asked and London nodded, shifting the stool so she could dab the wet cloth on England’s forehead.
“Call me if you need anything” Belgium smiled comfortingly and with a final glance at the injured nation, closed the tent flap and left.
She walked past the campfire, slowly crackling and smoking, towards the main tent at the centre, which was emblazoned with the flags of all the European countries, and above the entrance flap, the flag of Europe. She pushed open the tent flap and walked in awkwardly, closing it behind her and feeling the stares of the other countries on her back.
“Hey Belgium!” Italy chirped happily.
“How is Angleterre?” France asked as Belgium took her seat around the fold out table they had arranged in the centre of the tent.
“Asleep. I managed to get the bullets out and bandage him up so I think he’ll be fine. He’s England after all, give it a day or two and he’ll be wanting to get back out there again and fight” Belgium reported with fondness in her voice and there were a few nods of relief around the table.
“Okay, well, for Belgium’s sake, we’re talking about what to do with Russia” Spain said and she nodded in response.
“He surprised us all by claiming his neutrality but he can’t ignore such an open show of hostility now we know America is willing to break the rules” Austria said and there was a murmur of agreement.
“Also, now America has vone victory, he’ll either attack Europe or Russia. If America attacks us, Russia vill be affected via the Baltic’s and Ukraine and Belarus, and if America attacks Russia, he’ll haf to join us to fight back. Either way, Russia can’t pretend vis has nothing to do viv him” Germany added.
“Russia’s got a score to settle with America. If he does join us we can count on him to be a good ally” Belgium said and she was given a few nods in acknowledgement.
“Shall one of us send a request of alliance?” Greece asked in his usually quiet sleepy voice.
“I, Estonia and Latvia can go” a voice volunteered and everyone looked at Lithuania. An unusual candidate if ever there was one. Estonia however looked like he wanted to dig a hole and die in it.
“Lithuania? Like, why do you want to go?” Poland asked and Lithuania shrugged.
“I don’t know. Someone has to” He merely shrugged and looked at Latvia and Estonia. “You don’t mind do you?” Estonia mutely shook his head, wondering if he would get out of this alive.
“Me? Oh, um of course not!” Latvia squeaked and Lithuania nodded.
“Well if anyone can persuade Russia you can” Sweden said in his quiet deep voice and Lithuania tried to look humble.
“We can set you off tomorrow morning on a protected flight.” Germany decided and the Baltic’s swallowed nervously.