Ready for a Check-Up {Canada}

[[x] Spain]

"Really? Gracias!" Smiling, he shrugged off his shirt enough so that the wound was easily accessible. Looking at it again, it looked far worse than expected. The wound had begun to grow green and fester. It wasn't a pretty sight, needless to say. "Ay, wouldn't Roma be mad if he saw this." He said simply, trying to hold back his urge to poke the angry gash.

[[x] Romano]

Ah,but alas,Romano popped in at that second."HOLY SHIT SPAIN YOU ASS!!!"

[[x] Norway]

Norway looked over to Romano and said, "Calm down Romano, I can help it heal." He walked over to the shelt and grabbed some bottles that were in Norwiegen. "Rubbing alcohal...bandages..." he kept mummbling and until he found wanted.

He walked to Spain and said, "The rubbing alcohal will sting you a bit, but it'll get the infection you have out." He put some on a cotton ball and put it on his arm. He gentley rubbed it and quickly put the medicen on it and wrapped it. "There, it should be better in two weeks but come back in 5 days so Ice can replace the bandages."

[[x] Romano]

Romano thanked the Norwigain and dragged Spain out of there.

[[x] Spain]

Spain smiled and patted Romano's head. "There, there; Roma. I'm fine. Boss is tough, remember- AY!!!" He was cut off by the sudden sting of the rubbing alcohol because Romano distracted him. "That... Kinda hurt. Ow~" the sting of the alcohol lessened as Norway gently wrapped the bandages around his upper arm. Carefully listening to his instructions, Spain nodded. "Si, si comprendo." As he was being dragged away by his little tomato, he shouted out "I'll be back in five days!"

When it seemed that Romano had slowed down a bit - not necessarily stopped - he spoke up. "Why the sudden dragging, Roma? Something wrong?"

[[x] Canada]

Finishing his brief inspection of the quarantine area as well as the surgical ward, Canada walked back towards the main clinic area once he heard some sort of commotion outside, with Kumanino padding behind him. His initial shock at the situation that had seemed to come over him so fast had worn off and was now replaced by a general sense of purpose and calmness.

As he opened the door, he was greeted with the sight of quite a few nations: Prussia on the bed, Lithuania with him, and Norway next to some first-aid supplies. The flap that acted as a door to the makeshift clinic appeared to just settle, meaning someone had just went out.

Oh no, did I just miss a patient? He thought worriedly, embarrassed that even though it was his job to treat the wounded he hadn't been there for them. Twiddling his fingers nervously, he voiced out, " Um, hello. Anybody need some medical assistance? Oh, and, um, Norway...thank you, if you were the one who treated that person just now."

Then he noticed the lack of a certain silver-haired country. Frowning, he said, "Wait, where's Iceland? I thought he was just here."

[Lithuania]

Lithuania turned as he heard the quiet voice coming from the door.
"Ah...hello...Canada. It was Spain, but Prussia is here for a check-up. Norway was just looking for Iceland" Lithuania felt he needed to explain the situation...the other would probably be very confused by the gathering of rather...unlikely Nations.

[[x] Norway]

Norway sighed and said, "Ice isnt here...which is odd." he thought for a little while and then said, "Until he comes back I can replace him." he told the country that looked like America. But, America was annoying and this one here wasnt. "You Canada right?" he asked the blonde country uncertainly.

[[x] Prussia]

Watching on as Norway cleaned and dressed Spain's wound, Prussia noted that it was pretty nasty looking and it probably hurt a bit more than the dark-haired nation was letting on. "Hang in there, bro!" he encouraged sympathetically, remembering the close encounter they had had with the zombies. He knew that Spain was tougher than he seemed, though, and could be trusted to grin and bear a situation.

Noticing another country he recognized as Canada enter the clinic, he lit up excitedly. Holding up a hand in greeting, he called out to the blond. "Hey, it's Canada! None of us have seen Iceland in a while." Now that he thought about it, it was rather strange. The Warehouse was big, but not so big that anyone would get lost inside. Well, maybe he was just sleeping. It was most likely nothing to get concerned over. "Norway here took care of Spain's arm, but don't worry about it. And like Lithuania said, I'm just here for an exam. Are you lucky enough to be the one to do it?" he asked with a simper.

[[x] Canada]

Feeling a tad bit shy at the influx of speech from the other countries, Canada unconsciously picked Kumapluma up and hugged him to his chest, the fluffy white fur comforting to the touch. "A-Ah, Spain. I see. Um, thank you again, Norway, and y-yes, I'm Canada. Nice to meet you," He sent along a nervous smile along with the introduction.

Iceland, Iceland, where could he have possibly gone? There was hardly anywhere to hide in the warehouse, so the glasses-clad man started to worry slightly. Did he go outside? What if the Nordic had gotten attacked by those zombies?

Shaking his head, he focused on the task at hand. That nation could probably take care of himself, right? Right. "Oh, a check-up?" He chuckled. "No, it's more likely that you're lucky enough to have me examine you. Now, c'mon, let's see what we have here." He moved over to Prussia's bed, setting down his polar bear and rolling up his sleeves.

[[x] Norway]

Norway looked down and sat on a chair that was by the wall. It was a rolling chair so he moved around the room and asked, "How long has Ice been gone? Do you know Canada?"

[[x] Prussia]

Sensing the blond nation's apparent discomfort, Prussia smiled at him. "It's great you're here... I hope you brought some of that amazing maple syrup!" He got excited at the prospect. That stuff, coupled with Canada's homemade pancakes, was so damn good and he had been craving it for a while.

His grin widened at Canada's retort. Though the other was usually rather soft-spoken and reserved, he did have a spunky side to him. "Are you sure that's the case?" he asked, enjoying their banter. "It's nothing really..." He shifted on the bed to grant Canada better access. "Just a few scratches from kicking too much ass. After we destroyed the zombies, England demanded that I get a check-up," he said disdainfully, taking offense at the very idea that he could be wounded.

[Lithuania]

Lithuania smiled at Prussia and Canada's antics. Although, for Prussia they weren't really antics.

[[x] Canada]

"Thanks. Oh, syrup? Well, yes, I think there's some I suppose, since this is whatever's left of my house. I'm pretty sure there's stuff for pancakes too," He smiled, remembering how much Prussia enjoyed that simple breakfast-esque dish. It was indeed tasty if made with love and care.

Taking a good look at the albino nation's body, Canada noted a few possible spots of injury and/or soreness. He touched those, applying gradual pressure to feel the reaction. Apart from a couple of bruises and scratch-marks, Prussia seemed well enough outwardly. "Hmm. You're tough as always, huh? I'd say that all you need is a bit of disinfectant here and there, and that'd be good."

Walking towards the shelf with the first-aid supplies, he answered Norway. "Sorry, I'm not so sure myself. I was checking some stuff inside the quarantine area, so I suppose he disappeared then. I'm kinda worried, though..."

[[x] Prussia]

Prussia grinned at Canada's answer. "Awesome! Maybe later if you're not busy we can make some." It had been a while since he last ate something that wasn't meager, run-of-the-mill rations and the sticky sweet treat was just what he needed. It would also be enjoyable to spend time with someone he was on good terms with, besides Spain and France (the latter of which he hadn't seen in quite some time).

Looking away while the blond inspected his body, Prussia winced occasionally when pressure was applied to an injured area. He gave a proud smirk at Canada's praise. "Of course! You didn't actually expect anyone to land a hit on me, did you?"

He waited patiently, watching as Canada dug around for some disinfectant. Hopefully the stuff didn't burn... He hated that. He much preferred to let his wounds to heal naturally, not that he'd gotten many in recent times before the outbreak. The worst he'd had lately was a stubbed toe or a paper cut. Sometimes even a brain freeze if he ate ice cream too quickly. How things have changed... again.