Vercate

-Your POV- "NO!" You cried out as you jumped over Germany's unconcious form on your hands and knees, shielding him with your body. -WHACK!- Russia's pipe collided with your back with enough force to knock a bit of the wind out of you. You tried not to scream, but a gasp managed to escape from your lips. To take your mind off the pain you opened your eyes (you hadn't realized they were closed) and peered down at Germany's face. His usually slicked back blonde hair was messy and matted with blood in some places. He had a large bruise that was beginning to swell  on the left side of his head between his ear and his eye. His jacket was missing,