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So here's your third chapter, more cliffhangers! 3

Fight Fire with Fire

Part 3: Healing

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Once the doors swung open, revealing America, France and England, everything stopped. Russia's swung was stopped, the pipe just resting over Estonia's head. Immediately, England was the first to talk.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!"

"Finland! Es-tu bien?!" the Frenchman cried, running over to the unconscious Tino. America jolted to Russia, trying to take the pipe away from him.

"Give it here you Commie-Bastard!" America shouted, but was unable to get his hands on the pipe. England ran over to a gasping, almost blue Sweden. As he helped the Swedish man sit up, his breathe slowly came back, his face returning to a normal color.

"Wh'r''s m' 'ife?" he asked England, concerned and trying to shake off the fact he had almost been strangled by Russia. England, shrugged, looking in the direction of France; who was looking over Finland with his eyes, determining whether or not the Finnish man was alright. Sweden's head lowered, his gaze looking angry but scared. England shifted, feeling uncomfortable around Berwald, so he walked over to France, who continued to look at Finland.

"How is he?"

"I do not know. He is breathing, c'est bien ça…" the Frenchman told England, moving Finland's head gently off the wall, positioning him so his back was against the wall. Sweden stumbled over, and soon hugged the unconscious Finland, crying softly. His glasses had been smashed, so the Swedish man had a hard time seeing who was who and what was what.

Soon after, America came rushing in, swinging the doors open. Apparently, he had been trying to chase down Russia, but he came back empty handed.

"He got away…Damn Commie-bastard, maybe I shouldn't have followed him" he muttered to himself, walking over to France and England.

Lithuania came back from cowering on the ground, his back on the ground from when Sweden got out of his grip and tried to attack Russia. His eyes were watery, and he ran over to Eduard, who had pulled himself into the fetal position in the corner that Russia had almost killed him in. Tears were threatening to come down and Lithuania put an arm around him, mumbling something in Russian.

"What the bloody hell is going on- is he alright?!" England asked, angrily. He walked up to the two Baltic nations, wondering why Eduard was shaking like he was. Lithuania continued to murmur quietly into the Estonians ear, but that didn't stop him from sobbing quietly. Lithuania had a defeated look on his face, as he looked up at England, his heart breaking with every word he spoke.

"H-He… He's breaking down…" Toris couldn't contain his own tears and he continued to murmur in Russian to the Estonian. He frowned again, before looking up at England, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Is Finland awake? I-I think he's the only one who could get a good understanding of what Eduard is-"

"Hang on! Are you saying the boy's speaking in his own language?!" England asked, trying not to yell too loudly. Sweden's head rose, along with France's. America was too busy boasting about how he saved the day by "scaring away" Russia.

"I c'u'd 'ry" Sweden shrugged, standing upwards, walking towards the two of them. However, due to the fact Sweden couldn't see very well, he ended up tripping on the lamp Russia had thrown at his "wife" and fell over, face first. France and England sweat dropped, before turning their attention back to a whispering Lithuania. His face was strained, before everyone heard a groan, followed by a word they had never heard before.

France's head turned and he ran over to an awakening Finland, who was talking in Finnish to himself. Soon enough, Finland's head raised, a small amount of blood had dried on his forehead, and he blinked around, confused.

"What happened?" he asked, and with that Sweden stood up instantly. Of course, he stumbled around, tripping over a few books in the process. France frowned, before holding up four fingers in front of Finland's face.

"How many, fingers, am I holding up?" he asked, a tone that was serious. England had never heard France use that tone, only when he was deathly serious.

"Four." The Finnish man answered, confidently. His head was aching, and France gently smiled. "Oui. Correct."

"What happened?" The Fin asked again, rubbing his aching head. Sweden was still stumbling along, trying to find his "wife". England sighed, rubbing his own temple, stressfully. He didn't really know what happened either, but all he remember was getting an urgent call from Lithuania soon after Sweden, Finland and Estonia entered into Russia's study.

Finland shook his head, before eyeing Eduard and Toris, crouched in the corner. His blue-violet eyes traced them, wondering what was going on. While ignore England France's remarks, he got up slowly, and walked over to the two of them. Lithuania was still trying to calm down a shaking Estonia, which didn't do anything.

"I-I…" Lithuania started; scared Finland was going to yell at him. Instead, the Finnish man simple crouched down to their level, putting his hand on Lithuania's head, smiling at him. "Don't worry, here let me try and talk to him" he gently suggested, his head and smile still in place.

Toris nodded, letting the arm around Eduard's shoulder slip out, and he stood up, letting Tino sit next to the Estonian. Eduard looked up, the tears still falling down his cheek and Tino's gentle smile stayed upon his lips, as he looked at Eduard with comforting eyes.

"Piam…Paum" Tino almost sang to Eduard, whose eyes grew even smaller, once he knew what Tino was going on about. His blue eyes filled with tears again and he suddenly latched onto Finland, quietly crying. Tino's smile never left his face, as now his voice started to pick up, in his Finnish tongue.

"Pium, paum! kehto heilahtaa, kun lapsi viattomana nukahtaa, pium, paum! äiti laulahtaa. Ja sydänkäpyänsä tuudittaa." Tino's voice slowly became louder, the song becoming more noticeable and symbolic to Eduard. He wasn't on beat sometimes, and his voice was a tad pitchy, but that didn't stop him from singing to Eduard. Everyone in the room stood or sat there, confused on why Tino was suddenly singing a lullaby of all things to Estonia. Tino's face not only became happier, but a childish look spread across his face, causing England to think back to when America and Canada were just children.

Slowly, the Estonian calmed down, even if he had only listened to the first verse of the lullaby. Sweden was now making himself to Finland, using his voice to guide him. He had twice run into America, who for once, didn't care at all. They were not only surprised Finland sang, but also how Estonia could understand him.

"Pium, paum! Aävel kajahtaa ja nuoret karkelohon kiiruhtaa: Pium, Paum! Viulu vingahtaa Ja joukko tanssissa jo tanhuaa." He sung again, the second verse. He looked down at Eduard, whose eyes were slowly drifting to sleep. Eduard remember the tune, it was the same tune his own mother had once sung to him. That's the only memory he had from her, before losing her in... Like he said, he never remembered her after.

England and France, who for once sat next to each other, surprisingly stayed quiet. The two watched in awe, as for once, the nations couldn't do anything. They couldn't speak Finnish or Estonian; they didn't know any good lullabies.

"Pium, paum! Nauti elämää. Sä silloin, kun se sulle hymyää!" Finland started the third verse, but then felt an arm go around his shoulder. He looked up, seeing Sweden's gentle smile. He smiled happily back before looking back at Estonia, the normal composed, technological genius sound asleep, his head on his shoulder. Finland giggled at the attention he was receiving, before America walked over, picking up the now sleeping Eduard, holding him gently.

"Where's his room, Toris?" he asked, his voice defeated and he was showing emotion to his enemy! Well, communism itself was his enemy that he hadn't defeated yet. He didn't know if Lithuania had a commie government, but right now they all needed to work together on this.

Lithuania stood up, cringing at a small crack that had come from his leg. He ignored the shivering pain, before walking to the doors, opening them quietly. Soon, everyone else walked out, and Finland had the joy of letting Sweden hold onto his hand. 'Of course Sweden just had to be near sighted,' Finland thought to himself, his cheeks a slight pink. He was embarrassed of course, as he told himself.

As they entered Estonia's room, America laid Estonia on his own bed, smiling at a job well done. Lithuania did a double take around Eduard's room. This was his room yes, but he noticed a few things.

"His bookshelves… His desk…No" he muttered to himself, his eyes wide. The room seemed emptier, and instead of Eduard's three bookshelves, there was only one standing. The desk near the bookshelf was gone too! Was this Russia's doing?! England picked up on the boys' restless eyes, scowled and walked over to Lithuania, unknowing.

"What the bloody hell has gotten into you?! Paranoid?"

"N-No… Eduard's desk and two of his bookshelves are missing" the barely auditable Lithuania was for once heard. England's eyes widened, as France and the rest entered in. "Are you serious?" England muttered, Toris able to hear him pretty well. He nodded, while the English man just placed his head in his palm, groaning.

Soon enough, Finland and Sweden made their way to Eduard's bed, watching the Estonian sleep comfortably. His once scared, frightened face was now relaxed and calm, his eyes shut. Of course he was going to need another pair of glasses, and he had gone through two in a few days. Sweden's hand squeezed Finland's, as he watched the Estonian. Finland wiped his eyes, a sad smile on his face.

When suddenly, the doors opened and everyone raced to Eduard, thinking it was Russia. Sweden and Finland were standing next to his bed, glaring at whoever entered. America stood on the other side of the bed, his eyes emotionlessly but angry. France and England were next to each other, their faces pulled into a rude glance.

But their faces soften when they saw Canada and Ukraine standing there, looking shocked.

ALRIGHTIE~ Btw, Pium Paum! Is an actual Finnish Lullaby. I have the Finnish lyrics~ It's a gorgeous song.

BEHOLD. CANADA AND UKRAINE!