Alaska frowned when she saw the buildup of tears in America's tears and she leaded close and hugged him tightly.
Saxony nodded. "Just get ready for ein very angry German..." She muttered and walked in, flashing Eire a sad smile before taking a seat beside Germany, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ludvig?" She called softly and he opened his eyes, looking over at her. "Monika...?" He asked, sitting up slowly. "Vhat's going on?" He asked. Saxony glanced to Ireland and frowned. "It's Gilbert, Ludvig." She said and he made a face. "Is he here? He doesn't really need to be, I'm fine." "Nein, bruder, Gilbert vas zhot by America, he's in surgery now und ve don't know if he'll make it or not." Germany's eyes went wide. "Vhat?"