Gilbert heard the knock and jumped. He'd been standing next to the window and now he'd fallen. "Damn it." He muttered. "A-Ah..wait...um...no..I want to be alone.."He struggled to pull himself from the floor.

"... can I just apologize to you then...? And then, I'll leave you alone for good."

He tried even harder to stand. "Uhh...for what...? I-I'm just tired...can you come back later..?"

"I-I really just want to get it over with before I lose the nerve to..." She sighed. "But.... I guess I understand..."

He cried out as he tried to pull himself up, only managing to pop a few of the stitches. "Y-Yeah..I'm going to sleep.."

"... Okay, fuck it." She opened the door and walked in to see him on the ground. "Gil!" She moved over to him. "What is wrong with you?? You're injured." She tried to figure out how to help him up without hurting him.

"I'm fine. I told you not to come in here..ugh..just help me onto the bed. I'm fine."

She sighed and helped him on the bed. "sorry for bursting in... and... Sorry... for accepting to Vixan to go to the movies with you... If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't be here..." She looked at the ground. "Sorry..." She went to the door to leave.

He rolled his eyes. "no, of I hadn't shown my ass we wouldn't be here. It's my fault, not yours."

"Still.... That... was really all I wanted to say.... I'll see you around...."

Gilbert's eyes went all soft. "Are you sure..you can't stay for just a little bit."

She froze, hand on the door knob. "If you'd like me to..." She walked back over.

"I'm sorry about last night." he said softly. "I'm confused about some things.."

She shook her head. "Don't worry about it."

He sighed heavily. "I don't think I'm going to make it much longer..."

She frowned. "Now, what gives you that idea?"

"I'm so weak..and depressed...an now I'm missing a lung.." He ran a hand over his face. This is going to end me."

"No it won't..." She pulled a chair up beside Prussia's bed and sat beside him. "You can live happily with a single lung... And you definately aren't weak." She frowned. "Want to hear a story about a nation?"

He looked at her, still looking down. "Ok. I suppose."

"This nation's name was Principality of Nayrua.... " She said, her eyes getting a distant look. "They were very strong, but one day, the nation they were under, the Holy Roman Empire, collapsed, and they were left to fend on their own, not as a nation, not even a Principality. Just on their own..." She made a slight face. "They almost vanished, because their leader became weak, and injured." She frowned. "The leader didn't give up though... They refused to let something like pain get them down... and, eventually, they were found..." her distant look started to go away. "A kind person gave them hope again..."

He shook his head. "And where is this nation now?" He asked. "Are they also being a loser, staying with their sibling.."

"Said nation now offers her service's as a sniper. Most recently employed by the Vinozian army."

He crossed his arms. "I'm still a loser."

"Now what makes you think that? You're the most awesome person ever."

"No. I just wish I was." He said, scrunching down in his bed.