Time for the next part! I don't own Hetalia! Sorry this took so long. I've been stuck with writer's block on this for a while. Also, I'm kind of doing a lot right now: I'm working on two webcomics called "My Name Is Alice" and "Welcome to the REM," working on a game I've been working on since 2014, trying to make plushies of characters from said works, and just in general trying to raise a thousand dollars for something important. Plus college and medical bullshit... But I have been trying to get back into the swing of writing fics weekly! Slowly but surely...

Lovino dropped to his knees then crumpled to the ground. His eyes were left wide open but they were unseeing. The top of his shirt was drenched in crimson blood. The hand that was raised in preparation for a hug flopped onto the ground.

Antonio released Lovino's shoulder and backed away in horror at what he'd done. He could see the bloody paw prints surrounding Lovino. His paw prints.

Oh my god! Lovino! I'm so sorry!

He pressed his nose into Lovino's limp hand. He didn't move.

Lovi, please! Say something!

Lovino didn't say anything, but his eyes slowly drifted toward him. His fingers twitched but he couldn't do anything more. Blood was beginning to pool around the man.

I... What have I done? I... Don't worry! I take you to someone who can help!

Antonio bent down and took up the collar of Lovino's shirt in his mouth. He tried to raise him up delicately but Lovino groaned loudly in pain. He quickly set him back down.

Okay, nevermind. I'll bring help to you.

Antonio gently nuzzled Lovino's face in reassurance, whether it was for him or for himself didn't matter. Then he went speeding off toward where he hoped their neighborhood was.

There he could see his own house. The familiar scent and warmth of home washed over him. He couldn't return there yet, so he turned a melancholic eye to the house next door.

He ran up to the front porch. He started barking and scratching at the door frantically. Inch-deep claw marks were being left around the center of the wood.

"Wait... Wait. I'm coming!" Arthur said from the other side of the door.

Antonio stepped away from the door and sat down. However, he was trembling, because he felt like he couldn't hold still for even a moment. He jumped to his feet once the door was opened.

A bleary eyed Arthur Kirkland flung the door open. He looked around with a glower on his face asking who would dare wake him up at this hour. When his eyes finally reached Antonio, the color drained from his face and he was suddenly much more alert.

"Jesus Christ!" he croaked out. He backed away from Antonio and nearly slammed the door.

Antonio just sat patiently while he looked up at Arthur. He knew that the British man would freak out at first, but he didn't have the time to freak him out more by trying to calm him down.

"A... Antonio?" Arthur asked.

Antonio nodded.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Why... Why are you covered in blood?"

Antonio looked down at himself. He had forgotten about that detail. He must have looked horrifying. He felt bad about scaring Arthur like this, but again, he was on a mission. He jerked his head in the direction of the forest.

"Did something happen?" When he nodded, Arthur then asked, "should I bring a first aid kit?" Antonio frantically nodded.

He briefly waited for Arthur to grab the kit and then they were off.

Arthur thought for a while that he might be dreaming.

Who could blame him? Antonio had been missing for months. There was no warning that he would just turn up on his porch. Much less as a wolf absolutely coated in blood.

Still, Arthur followed him. Honestly, with how much these two have had him do, they'd owe him for the rest of their lives.

Finally, Antonio stopped. The sight on the ground made Arthur gag and throw a hand over his mouth to hold back the bile coming up. Lovino was laying unconscious on the forest floor in a pool of red. It was hard to see, but his chest was still moving with each breath. Arthur didn't have time to waste; so he dropped down to his knees and immediately opened up the first aid kit.

He peeled off Lovino's bloodied shirt. Arthur frowned at the bite that marred his shoulder.

"Was he bitten by a werewolf?" Arthur asked.

Antonio looked away and nodded.

"Shit..."

Arthur pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Alfred. Balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear, he continued treating Lovino's wound.

"Alfred? Look, I know what time it is but get the car ready. Lovino found Antonio."

I can't believe I finally wrote something.

Thank you, jenniferrocks07, for reminding me not to be that fic writer.

Review, please.