M:   Prudoria nodded and stood without a word, following Royal back to the infirmary with no comment on what happened. On the way there, the Prussian spotted Anglo and Saxon in a room they were passing, he hadn't seen the winged country since that day, he suspected Saxon was trying to keep him away from him.

As if on autopilot, he changed course and went inside the sitting area, pretty much ignoring Saxon and trying to embrace Anglo in a pitifully weak hug.

"Please don't go to the ball," he murmured, "I don't know what Prussia want's with you, but I don't want you to die. I should be the one to die, I'm not worth anything compared to you, you hold everything together. Please don't go, for both our lives, BE said I can't live if you die, and I don't want to live, not without you, Vater."

N:   Anglo was in shock for a moment, completely taken by surprise as he instinctively pulled the Prussian into a hug. For a couple of seconds, he didn't know what to do, but when he saw Saxon approaching, he gave him the death stare, daring him to come any nearer.

"Your life is a thousand times more value than mine," Anglo spoke softly, rubbing Prudoria's back, "I have lived a thousand lives but you're only just begun. You hold so much potential in the future, and many centuries to live, so don't you ever think that your life isn't worth anything because it does."

The Englishman brought the Prussian to arm length, lifting up his chin so he could see him better, "Prudoria, I have stood in the face of danger many times and Prussia is just another one. Celtica and I are the ones to announce the start of the Yule Ball, like every year for the last couple of centuries. I will go but don't worry about me; no one is going to die on that day."

Pulling him back into a hug, he held him tighter, as if he was afraid that the other was slipping away, "But now, mein Junge (my boy), take care of yourself, bitte. Can you do that for me?"

M:   Prudoria at last showed emotion, tears ran down his face as he cried into Anglo's shoulder, letting the pent-up emotions leave his system allowed his eyes to slightly fade back to silver and blue, though it was just barely.

"I will, I promise," he sniffled, "you really are like a father figure, you helped me so much when I first came here, I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose anyone, I'm just so scared."

N:   Anglo made small hushed sounds, holding to Prudoria as he let the Prussian vent, waiting for a moment before speaking.

"I understand that you're scared, so we will put in twice the effort so that you feel safe. I promise that you will never lose me," the country whispered, "I love you too much to leave you, and you will not lose any of us. You're our family, and we love you and will live for you, and if anyone tells you anything else, they have me to deal with."

"This is the most he has ever spoken today," Royall muttered to Saxon, who was watching the interaction between the two winged countries with great interest, "he really sees Anglo as a father, doesn't he?"

Before the entity can reply, Anglo interjected, "Royal, may you tell BE that I will be speaking with him later about his decision," and when the hybrid tried to counter, her added, "I don't care about what he will tell you, I will have that meeting."

When the hybrid left in defeat, the Englishman rubbed Prudoria's head as he said, "Now, let's get you something to eat. I can hear your stomach rumble, so let's get some food in you, then we will take small steps from there. Ja?"

M:   "Ja," Prudoria said in the quietest voice, he didn't usually like to say things in German since it reminded him of Prussia, but with Anglo, he felt ok to do so. He then looked over to Saxon, he felt so horrible about what happened, even if he couldn't remember it, so he tried to give the entity a hug too.

"I'm sorry about what happened, I can't believe I did that to you, it was so mean," he sobbed, "I know you don't like me anymore, that you wanted to keep Anglo away, and that's fine, it's a smart decision really, but I'm still so very sorry, I wish it never happened, I'm sorry."

N:   Saxon wasn't a big fan of physical contact, so he tensed up when Prudoria hugged him, but he relaxed a bit and ended up just patting on his shoulder.

"Why wouldn't I like you," the entity spoke, "the moment you spoke, I knew it wasn't from you but Prussia. He referenced something that only a few people know, and I know that you would never want any harm to be brought upon Anglo, and vice versa. If anything, I was afraid of what could happen, that's why I kept him away, and I'm afraid about what Prussia would do."

The entity lightly chuckled as a thought popped up in his head, "You know what, it was a good thing that it happened because now we know that Prussia would want to hurt Anglo, and we will do everything in our power to stop it. He gave us a heads-up, and that was a fault on his part, and besides," he looked down at the Prussian's face, "you're now free of him too."

M:    Prudoria smiled a little bit, he was glad that Saxon wasn't angry with him, he hugged him a little bit more until a voice said, "Well, I'm glad everyone is on equal ground now."

The Prussian looked over to the doorway, where Mandoria had been standing for a while listening to the conversation, a relieved smile on his face. Prudoria ran for his father's arms and hugged him tightly, so glad to be within their safe and warm hold.

"Thank you two, we haven't seen him smile in nearly four days," the Mandorian thanked the Englishmen, "clearly Pruds needs all the parent figures he can get, I'm more than willing to share the parent title if it helps him."

"Yes please," Prudoria said a bit too quickly, earning some chuckles from his biological father.

N:   Anglo laughed along as he walked towards the pair, "Well I'm happy to help bring a smile to his face."

However, his own smile turned into a frown when a servant came over to the Englishman, "the French are approaching the courtyard, sir," they reported, "along with His Majesty's sons."

"Great," the country replied unenthusiastically, "something we need right now. Is BE ready to greet them?"

"He's making his way down now."

The winged country nodded and dismissed the servant, letting out a deep sigh, "This day is going to get a bit more interesting," he turned to Mandoria, "Let Prudoria be slowly introduced to them. Although they haven't met him, they will judge him before he speaks, and you know how the French feel about anything German."

M:   Mandoria nodded in understanding, "I recall, I also recall that FE wasn't too happy with me imprisoning her rouge soldiers back when you two were in my kingdom, hopefully, she's forgotten about that but it would still probably be best if I stay with Pruds until she settles in."

"This ball is going to be terrible," Prudoria deduced, "Prussia's going to come be with all these people that hate him, someone's going to get hurt, or worse."

"No one is going to get hurt, my son, everything's going to be fine," Mandoria reassured him, "how about we get you something to eat, you haven't eaten in days, a nice warm meal will help you feel better."

Prudoria nodded at the suggestion, so Mandoria bid Anglo and Saxon good luck with the French and slowly led his son to get some food.

-----

In the courtyard, Esha, Neflen, Wales, and Johann were playing "wrangle the dragon" a little something the eternals came up with to occupy Johann while BE was talking with Prudoria, per Mandoria's request. Esha was in her larger dragon form while the other three were trying to lasso her like a wild Mustang, Wales giving air support.

Esha had just smacked Neflen away with her tail and blew mist at Wales to knock him out of the air, and was closing in on Johann to (gently) clamp her jaws on him.

N:   Johann held up his arms in defeat, slowly backing up until he hit a wall, and although he knew Esha wouldn't hurt him, the image of a dragon pinning him down was enough to make him stop.

"Come on now," he chuckled, "I wasn't too harsh on you, was I? Maybe we can reach some sort of agreement?"

He continued to laugh but soon froze when he heard the sound of carriage wheels on cobbled stone, and they silently watched as a pair of carriages pulled up to the front of the main doors.

After a couple of moments of silence, a footman opened the door for the second carriage, and out stepped a young man, his flag consisting of red and white stripes with a ring of stars on a blue square near his right eye. With his clothing mainly consisting of blue and gold, he held a tricorne under his arm as he scanned his surroundings before landing on the group.

A second country stepped out of the carriage behind him, looking a bit younger than the first, his flag consisting of BE's up to halfway down his face, then two fleur-de-lis under each of his green eyes. With mainly red and white clothes, and his hair in a ponytail, he stared in confusion at them.

"Who the fuck are you," yelled the first country.

M:   Esha literally jumped at the sharp and hostile accusation this newcomer gave them, but her shock wore off quickly and she responded how she always did when someone was hostile. She stood against this new threat, shielding her friend while crouched in a pouncing position, snarling as green fire leaked from the corners of her mouth.

Neflen didn't know what to do, he didn't know who the hostile person was or what relation they had with BE, he also didn't know how he was going to keep Esha from ripping him to shreds.

"Wales, a little help please," he pleaded to the other draconic entity, "do something before Esha makes a pot roast."

N:   "Esha, don't hurt them," Wales yelled as he ran between them, meanwhile the first country was using his arm shield the other, "These are BE's sons; my nephews, ok?"

The Welshmen turned to the two young men behind him and sighed, "America, Canada, this is Esha, and the two people there," pointing further away, "are Johann and Neflen. They are guests and should be treated as such."

He turned back to Esha, "This one here is Canada," to which the younger country gave a small wave, "and his older brother America," to which he just narrowed his eyes at the dragon.

"Why is there a dragon," America questioned, "I thought the pink one was the only one there was."

"They have only been around for almost half the year," BE spoke loudly as he descended the steps to the front carriage with Scotland behind him, to which his eldest son gave him a side eye, "and the dragon is actually a person who can shape-shift, but that is a conversation for another time."

A second footman walked up to the carriage door, and when he opened it, the empire held out his arm in front of the door. Soon, a red hand reached out and held his arm, using him to stabilize themself as they walked out. With a tricolour of red white and blue as her flag, she wore a dress and made sure it wasn't dirtied.

While the Scotsman waited for another person to leave the carriage, the woman spoke up. "My son apologizes for his actions; he wasn't aware of who BE had in his kingdom, isn't that right, Ame?"

"Mom, that wasn't necessary," the country grumbled.

"Do as what your mother says, petit-fil (grandson)," said the voice behind them, and soon stepped out an older country with clothing more lavish than his daughter's, a smug smile on his face.

"Meet my wife, French Empire," BE introduced, "and my father-in-law, Kingdom of France."

M:   Esha grunted in response, she did not take kindly to hostility so wouldn't give respect in turn, though she did eventually bow her head to the French, but only because Neflen smacked her to behave.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, stepping forward so Esha was behind him, "I also apologize on behalf of Esha, she does not take kindly to hostility and was just trying to protect us. I will warn you that she will be a little grumpy for a bit, but she won't hurt anyone, right Eshie."

Esha hissed at Neflen, "Only if the little brat keeps to himself, since I don't appreciate hostility, he doesn't deserve my respect. Keep the toddler away from me and there won't be any trouble."

The dragon turned around and marched off, smacking Neflen with her tail and shoving him into the snow.

"Don't listen to her, she's a wilderness gal, she's not used to people," the fallen eternal sighed, standing up with the help of Johann, "I promise that she won't cause any trouble."

N:   "Yeah, yeah, whatever," America dismissed as he turned around and almost walked into BE. The two of them stared off for a moment, the son just barely reaching his father's height, and the tension between them grew exponentially.

"I see that you changed your flag," the Brit grumbled.

"Can't exactly have your people continue to control mine," the American replied, his red and blue eyes staring into his father's lilac ones.

"Do you know what would be great," a voice called out, and soon Royal was walking out of the door along with Anglo, "maybe I show this knucklehead around?" She held onto America's shoulder and turned him around, "isn't that right, idiot?"

"He told you to watch me, didn't you," the younger country frowned.

"Come right this way, let me show you the new additions since you last came here," the hybrid spoke, completely ignoring the other's question, and dragged him away into the compound.

Anglo shook his head as he walked over to Canada and patted his back, shaking him out of his trance from being confused with what was going on. Although their ages were at least a thousand years apart, the younger country stood at the same height as his great-grandfather. "Let me show you around, my boy," he smiled as he slowly led him inside, "since you're going to be living with us, let me tell you all of the secrets of this place. I noticed you changed your flag too?"

The Canadian nodded, "I guess that since I'm living with Dad now, I might as well be a bit more like him."

BE couldn't help but smile as they walked past, but it quickly disappeared when he looked over to KoF, who was talking nonstop to Scotland, who is probably the only person who can tolerate the Frenchman.

"Why did you have to bring your father," he complained as he watched the Scot and Frenchman walk in, "he's going to cause more trouble than my Grandfather."

"You know how he is, mon chéri, he loves to be where the party is at," FE sighed before turning to Johann and Neflen, "I guess I'll see you around."

M:   Neflen nodded, "Yeah, we'll be around, it was nice to meet you, Madam, if you see the rest of my clan then you don't have to worry, they're far more polite."

With introductions aside, Neflen decided that he should take Johann back to his parents, if BE was out here then he must have been done with Prudoria.

N:   While they were outside, the Saxons were happily eating, with Erna having a nice conversation with Prudoria while Wolfgang and Heinrich were silently eating, not bothering to talk to anyone.

Callum had gone back home to help take care of his mother, so the Saxon's mood was at an all-time low, which greatly contrasted with the atmosphere in the room.

M:   Aside from the Saxons, the Mandorians and the rest of the Eternals were also enjoying lunch, for the most part. Mandoria was in a very sour mood over what Prudoria told him, even if Anglo said that he would talk to his grandson. Askad was still a little sluggish, though he insisted on being close to Heinrich since he was still down.

N:   "Askad, you don't have to always keep an eye on me," Heinrich muttered as he rested his spoon in his bowl; the chefs were making soup but it hit a bit too close to home, and promptly lost his appetite. "I was the reason why you're like this, so bitte, take care of yourself.

"And who is going to look out for you," Wolfgang countered, "yourself? Sure, that's definitely going to happen."

Soon Wales came into the dining hall, giving everyone a heads up that the French were here, to which there was an audible groan from the former Prussian knights.

M:   "Sheesh, nobody likes anybody anymore," Odrus commented, "you all need to get a better attitude about this or it will be a bad day."

"Easy for you to say, Odrus," Rowen said, "eternals are not used to the new reality, you guys don't understand the tense relationships countryhumans have with each other, especially waring ones."

Before anyone could continue to go down that road, Edel made an abrupt noise of shock, everyone turned around to see that one of the sleeping cubs was missing, apparently Edel only just noticed that too. The mama dragon huffed in annoyance when he realized it was Byron that went awol, so he went over to Mandoria, grabbed him by the back of the shirt, and brought him over to watch the other cubs, then left to track Byron down.

Mandoria blinked in confusion, not really sure how to prosses what just happened, only being brought back to reality when Prudoria started laughing. "Not a word about this," the kingdom stated.

-----

Meanwhile, Byron had been on the trail of a mouse he found, following it nearly halfway across the compound with no luck in catching it. He eventually lost sight and scent of the critter and just began to explore a little, that is, until he heard footsteps.

The little troublemaker hid right behind a corner and waited till the footsteps got closer, then pounced, bitting down on the boots of none other than KoF.

N:   The said Frenchman yelped in pain, kicking the cub in reflex as he tumbled into Scotland, and when he had finally figured out what happened, he stared at Byron.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est (what is this)," he hissed, getting back on his feet as he glanced at the bite mark in his boot, "this demon foal prancing around, huh?" The Kingdom lunged at the child, trying to scare it off, and when he was about to shove Byron with his foot, Scotland grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," the Scot snapped, although the Frenchman could see a hint of fear in his eyes, "are you planning to get yourself killed?"

"By the child," KoF scoffed, shaking the other off, "what is it going to do?"

M:   Byron was flung back by the accidental kick, causing the cub to cry out in pain. The poor thing was hit square in the left shoulders, and a tooth was yanked out from the abrupt movement of KoF's foot. Byron cried and squirmed on the ground for a while, his brain trying to prosses what happened, then he tried to stand up to protect himself from this threat.

His left front legs were barely supporting his weight, they hurt too much to do so, but he still gave out his best threatening roar, which sounded more like an angry kitten hiss. Gathering every inch of strength he had, he let loose a stream of blue fire, nearly as big as a hog, at the Frenchman.

N:   Now both the Scotsman and the Frenchman jumped back in surprise, the latter almost singed by the flames, and he proceeded to complain about his ruined outfit as Scotland helped him up from the floor.

"Putain de merde, Écosse (for fuck's sake, Scotland), better keep that demon muzzled if you're letting it run around freely like this," KoF grumbled, brushing the dirt off his coat, "or are you British incapable in doing anything."

"Fuck you, KoF," Scotland muttered as he shoved the Kingdom away and slowly walked over to Byron, keeping low so as to not scare him.

Reaching out his hand, he softly smiled, "Hey, kid, are you hurt? Do you want me to help you there?"

M:   Byron exhausted himself from expelling such a large amount of energy, now he just lay on the ground and cried out repetitively, seemingly trying to call out to someone. In the distance, something called back, and it sounded angry, the walls even started to shake as it came thundering closer.

Edel barreled towards the group, standing over his child to protect him from the threat as he growled menacingly at Scotland and KoF. The dragon nudged Byron to check the extent of his injuries and to pick up the scent of who dared to attack his child, his one pupil becoming thinner than paper when he picked up the Frenchman's scent.

Faster than could be dodged, Edel pounced onto KoF and pressed him to the ground with a paw on his chest, slowly applying more pressure with the intent of popping him like a grape.

N:   "No, no, Edel. Don't do this," Scotland pled as he scurried up to him, placing himself between the dragon and the Frenchman, "this is a very, very bad idea. He just came today and had no idea about you or your children, and besides, he came with his grandchildren, who are also England and my grandchildren too, and they wouldn't want to know that their grandfather died on the first day he arrived here."

In reality, he knew that no one gave a damn about KoF; he was a nuisance and powerless figure compared to them, but for the sake of the stability of Europe, since the Frenchman's land took a considerable amount of land, it wasn't wise for him to die now, especially to a dragon.

"So please, Edel," he begged, "don't kill him or they will only fear you. Give him another chance, and if he does anything that hurts your cubs, then you can do what you want."

"Pardon," KoF yelled, surprised by the proposal, but was quickly shut down by the Scotsman, who gave him a quick look to shut up.

M:   Edel hissed at Scotland, he definitely didn't seem inclined to forgive anyone for hurting his children, he was a mother dragon, he didn't care about what others thought of him, he only cared about the safety of his family. Eventually, Byron making a weak squeak is what convinced his mom that KoF wasn't worth it, so he released the kingdom from his hold, but roared as loud as possible in his face as a warning to never cross him again.

With that, Edel turned away and picked up his child by the scruff, giving the two one last glare of death before walking away, hoping to find England to help Byron.

N:   KoF just lay there for a couple of minutes, letting the idea that he was about to die and a dragon, a literal dragon, was staring down at him. When he had finally gotten back up on his feet, his legs were still shaking from fear as he tried to regain his breath.

"You know, Écosse," he wheezed, "it would have been nicer if you didn't give that damn creature free will to kill me-"

He was cut off when the Scotsman punched him in the face, dazing him for a second, before being pushed up against a wall, Scotland's angered face a mere couple inches away from his.

"First of all," he growled, "never call me that again, and secondly, be goddamn grateful that you didn't die right here, because I will guarantee you, no one will bat an eye if you did. At least appreciate that I helped you there knowing full well that if it didn't work, I risked dying along with you."

"Aww, je savais que tu tenais à moi (I knew you cared about me)," the Frenchman smirked, giving the Scot a small pat on his head, only causing him to grow even more frustrated.

"Could the both of you get a room," a voice spoke, and when the both of them turned, PE was standing there, arms crossed with a brow raised, "seriously cavalheiros (gentlemen), not in the corridor for everyone to see."

"I'm married, PE," Scotland grumbled through gritted teeth, finally letting the other go before turning to the Portuguese, "and our children are married and have children. Do you realize how messed up the thing you said is?"

"Just don't let England see this," the empire frowned, "you know how he can get jealous. Now let's just go and have some food, ok?"

"Fine," Scotland spoke, dragging KoF along, who was waving at the Portuguese, "and I'm pretty I should be watching out for Anglo instead." With that, the three of them made their way to the dining hall.

M:   Back in the dining room, Mandoria was still on babysitter duty, though Prudoria and England ended up joining them, everyone else had either left or was playing a poker game that Rowen started.

"Johann, it's called a ROYAL flush, that means that you have to have the king and the queen, not just the jack, ten, and ace," he said, "I could have sworn I taught you this game before."

N:   "You taught me when I was 18," Johann grumbled as he shuffled his cards, frustrated that he forgot how to play, "it's been a while since then."

"Well, Jo did mention that he would sneak out and play poker in the neighboring pubs," Wolfgang informed them nonchalantly, "but I guess you already knew that." When the Mandorian stared dead in his eyes, annoyed that his probably already exposed secret was up in the air, he smirked, "Oh, you didn't tell them."

"Had to be responsible because of the positions Hezyka and Father had," he muttered, "but I guess they already knew, since you know, Hezyka was the captain of the guards."

He sighed as he placed his cards down, wanting to clarify the sets, "So, here, do I have a full house?"

Anglo peered over and shook his head, "No, although you got three tens, the other two cards have to be the same, so you only got a three of a kind," which only made the Mandorian grumble even more.

M:   "Well, at least you understand the reasoning for this game," Neflen stated, "I've never understood the point of gambling, sure there's a chance for high reward, but people don't understand how low of a chance that is."

"Well, sometimes people get lucky, I think it's the thrill of the possibility is why people like it," Odrus suggested, "I mean, you like to bird watch, Nef, there is a low chance of seeing certain birds yet you still insist on doing it."

"Touché," the other eternal muttered.

After a few minutes, Edel returned with his child, padding straight over to England and setting him down in his lap. Byron wasn't crying anymore, because he was in too much pain to make a noise, his mouth was bleeding from the lost tooth and his legs were slightly swelled up, and all Edel could do was beg the country for help.

N:   England stared at the injured child in his lap, wondering what happened to Byron, but decided to ask questions later when he requested that a pouch filled with ice be brought to him to help with the swelling, as well as a washcloth and large bowl of water. When they finally arrived, he went straight to work.

Set Byron gently down into a nest of pillows, he placed the ice pack on his left leg, and when the cub tried to move, he made small hushing sounds to calm him down. "This is to help you," he whispered before dampening a washcloth and began cleaning the child's muzzle, switching where the ice pack is placed to treat as much of his legs as possible.

After a while, England was slowly petting him as Byron's head was resting in his lap, cleaning any of the blood that was still there but generally, the child was in a better state than what he was before.

M:   Byron whimpered a few times but didn't move too much, making it easy to treat his war wounds, and he fell asleep with no trouble when it was all over. Mandoria and Edel kept the other two cubs at a distance so they didn't accidentally make things worse, while Prudoria cast a spell to help accelerate healing and to figure out what happened.

"I think one of the new people did this," he said, his eyes closed with concentration, "I'm not sure who, but it was after Byron tried to attack their shoe, so it must have been an accident."

"We should probably take better care that the cubs don't leave this room until the ball is over," Mandoria declared, "if being accidentally kicked can do this much damage, then I'd hate to see what would happen if one of them got tripped over or something dropped on them."

Edel seemed to rumble in agreement, like he was saying that they wouldn't leave his sight anymore. He gathered up Quinn and Mira closer to England and curled around them all protectively, giving England some thankful cheek licks.

N:   England smiled as he leaned against Edel, closing his eyes as he continued to gently pet Byron.

"But aren't the other kingdoms going to come here to eat," Johann pointed out, "so Edel and his cubs won't be safe either."

"BE would most likely find a room where they can stay, nice and safe from prying eyes," Anglo responded, "we would just have to wait until he's available, right now he's busy."

Just as he finished, PE opened the door to the hall, and when he saw Edel, his eyes widened in shock as he pushed away the people behind him. "Why don't you take him somewhere else, Scotland," the Portuguese suggested, which immediately got England's attention as he woke up and looked in their general direction, "let's keep the peace as long as possible, não (no)?"

"Sure," Scotland grumbled out of sight as he dragged KoF, who temporarily peeped in before leaving. Once they were gone, the Portuguese entered and was immediately questioned by England.

"Don't worry," he reassured the Englishman, "nothing is happening. Besides, Edel and KoF have already started off on the wrong foot, and the dragon was pretty determined to kill the Frenchie from what I could tell."

"The frog was the one who hurt-," the Englishman wondered as he looked back at the sleeping cub, and after a moment, he turned to Edel, "You should have just killed him. You would only do a good service to the world."

M:   Edel growled lowly in his throat, as if saying he would if he could have, Prudoria seemed to have understood that as he guessed, "Sounds like you have Scotland to blame for that, I bet my feathers that Edel would have tried to, and I also bet that Scotland tried to stop him, is that about what happened, Edel?"

Edel rumbled in confirmation, wrapping his tail a little tighter around everyone self-consciously.

"Uh, random question, but has anyone seen Sleipnir," Neflen called over, "I'm pretty sure I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon, but I'm not sure."

N:   Everyone else shrugged, also unsure of where the steed went, "he might be at Esha's cave," the Anglo suggested, "but if he's out there somewhere, he better watch out. People would go out hunting more since most things are closed now, so he better keep an eye on where he steps and whatnot."

M:   The two eternals shrugged, and Odrus added, "he's probably fine, Esha would know if he actually went missing, perhaps the game is moving away so he's just having a harder time finding food, we'll make sure that he doesn't go back out for a while when he gets back."

With nothing else major going on, the poker players returned to their game, while Mandoria decided to take Prudoria back to the infirmary to get his bandages changed.

N:   While the father and son were going to the infirmary, BE and FE were actually in the room with the former greeting the medics to the latter. The Frenchwoman wanted to see all the staff in the compound to see if they were worthy enough to take care of her son Canada.

While she was questioning them, the Canadian sat on a bed nearby, talking to one of the patients as he tried his best to comfort them, but soon he faced the door when he saw Mandoria and Prudoria.

"Mom," he spoke uneasily, glancing at the winged countries, "am I dreaming?"

"And why would you, mon ange (my angel)," she replied, and when she turned around, she was surprised to see them, although her expression turned to one of disdain when her eyes laid on the Prussian.

"Dear Albion," she frowned, "I guess you just forgot that the bastard had another child."

"Because I know how you would react if anything Prussian is in your vicinity," the Brit replied, stepping in front of his wife before she got any closer to Prudoria, "leave him be for the time being."

"You mentioned the punishment you gave today," she raised a brow, staring right at him, "you said it was to a child, so I was confused by its severity, but if it was him," she glanced back at the Prussian, "you weren't severe enough."

Before anything could get any messier, Canada stepped forward, trying to be as friendly as possible as he held out his hand. "Sorry 'bout my parents," he apologized, "they can be like that sometimes. Anyway, my name is Canada, what's yours?"

M:   Prudoria hid behind his father, whimpering in discomfort at the hostility, Mandoria took hold of his hand to calm him.

"Dahvir Canada, my name is Mandoria," the Mandorian greeted, shaking his hand, "this is my son, Prudoria, he's a little shy around new people, they aren't usually that friendly to him."

Prudoria awkwardly waved at Canada, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, but did whisper to Mandoria, "Can we come back later, please?"

His father nodded and said to the family, "I apologize if we interrupted you, we were just going to get my son's injuries checked out, but we can come back later when you're done here."

N:   "Your son," FE spoke in surprise, causing the Brit to facepalm, "How did that happen?"

"And that is when you shut it," BE snapped, getting an awkward look from the Frenchman, "let's just go. There are more people you might want to see."

The female country didn't say anything and walked off, followed by the empire and lastly the Canadian, quietly apologizing before he left.

M:   Mandoria shielded Prudoria until the group left, but dipped his head in respect to Canada's apology, then led his son over to a bed so he could get looked at. The Prussian's mood was dampened even more from the interaction, the thought of being hated just for his looks was an awful feeling. Mandoria didn't know what to say to make it better, all he could do was wrap a wing around Prudoria and make sure he felt wanted, he just hoped to the gods that the other kingdoms wouldn't give him such a hard time.