Old Friends & New Turf

                                    

                                          
When Matthew opened his eyes, a harsh light shone down on his face. "Ugh," he mumbled, finding his forehead with his hand to rub it. He felt like he had an insane hangover, and could barely remember the events that had lead him to having this nuisance of a light right in front of him.
Wait..."WHAT?" He sat up quickly, suddenly remembering: he'd fallen asleep in the truck, holding Katyusha. Where was he? Where was Katyusha? He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to adjust to the light. "WHERE AM I?" He yelled. He rubbed his eyes and slowly looked around. He was in a hospital; he was lying on a gurney, in a small room that was separated from everything by a thin curtain. He heard a groan from beside him, beyond the curtain. "Oh shit..." He whispered, getting off the gurney quickly and searching himself for a gun; that's when he realized he was only in his boxers. "What the..." He blushed with embarrassment. He scanned the room frantically for a weapon, and jumped when he heard the groan again, but this time it was getting closer. This is how I die...he thought, panicked. At least no one will remember me once I'm gone...
"Dude..." Alfred groaned, pulling the curtain back, and Matthew nearly fainted with relief. "What the hell happened?"
"I don't know..." Matthew whispered, but suddenly burst out with laughter upon seeing Alfred in his Captain America boxers. "But it obviously didn't harm you below the waist any!"
"Wha—HEY! Your Canadian flag isn't much better. Do a little spin bro, let's see the maple leaf on that caboose!" Alfred snickered, and the two brothers held each other and laughed. 
A real, true laugh...Matthew thought, covering his mouth with his hand to try and keep his noise level at a minimum. I've missed this...KATYUSHA! His laughing subsided instantly, and he backed away from Alfred. He pulled the curtain back, not caring who saw him in his flag boxers. As he looked around, he saw a line of the curtained rooms, hearing groans and moans of pain from behind them. They were in...a hospital ward. 
"You're awake!" A cheery voice rang through the hall, making Matthew tense up. He recognized the accent from somewhere...
"Bella?" He turned in the direction the voice had come.
"Bella-Gium!" The cheerful Belgian hugged Matthew tightly, and Matthew hugged back before he realized what he was doing. He pushed her away quickly.
"Where are we? What is this?" He grunted. "Where are my friends?"
"Ah...I don't like to deliver bad news." She looked away from him. "Can I deliver breakfast to everyone instead, and have my brother explain to you what happened?"
"Sure." Matthew frowned.
"It's not great news," Holland said solemnly from behind Matthew, and Matthew jumped around to face him and yelled. "Don't yell in my face." Holland grunted.
"Don't sneak up on me!" Matthew cried.
"I'll explain. You are in a hospital ward in Munich, Germany. Bella and I escaped the world meeting building together, found a vehicle, and took off. Initially we wanted to go northwards to my country, but she took a wrong turn. I can't be mad at her, though. It's given me more chances to kill senselessly."
"Is this really necessary to the story?" Matthew ran a hand through his hair, but felt bandages. "What are these? I don't understand..."
"That's because I haven't explained anything to you yet. We were out in our vehicle on a nighttime scavenging mission, and we found yours overturned. You'd hit a tree."
"That's insane," Matthew growled. "Ludwig is an excellent driver."
"I wasn't driving." Ludwig called from the curtain behind Matthew. "Feliks was. He climbed into the seat and took the wheel."
"Yes." Holland interjected. "Feliks must've fallen asleep at the wheel. Anyway, we found your truck totaled on the side of the road. Feliks had been flung from the drivers seat, and was wandering around mindlessly with his leg wedged under a rock. He had already turned, so we put him out of his misery. Or rather, I did.We found Katyusha next, she was the only one who was conscious. She was trying to revive Ivan, who I knew wasn't coming back. I shot him as we approached."
"Is Kat okay?" Matthew interrupted, hoping he wasn't overstepping her boundaries to call her 'Kat'. 
"Yes, she's fine, but I wouldn't want to go see her right now. Natalia was gone too..." He trailed off, looking behind Matthew. Matthew turned to look back, and saw Katyusha emerging from behind her curtain. She looked tired, angry, depressed, and a whole load of other emotions Matthew couldn't even name.
"K-Kat..." Matthew began to speak, but she held a hand up to stop him. 
"She was bleeding out...so I took her deeper into the woods," her eyes began to well up with tears. "She began to turn on me, and so I killed her. I...killed...my sister..." She dropped to her knees.
Matthew no longer cared who knew of their relationship. He abandoned his conversation with Holland and ran to her; kneeling down beside her, he embraced her in his arms and held her tightly. "You have no idea, Matt!" She cried. "You have no idea what it's like to see one family member die, and then have to kill the other!" She broke down in his arms and bawled.
"I know. I know. I can't even begin to imagine how horrific it was..." He whispered in her ear, and tilted her head up for a kiss. She leaned into his arms and kissed him back, her tears slipping down her cheeks and onto their lips. Matthew ignored the salty taste of them and began to cry himself. "I'm so sorry this has happened to you..." He cried with her, holding her against his chest.
She sniffed and nodded, trying to wipe her tears away even though she just continued to cry. "I have to find tissues..."
"Oh honey, no you don't." Bella kneeled down with them, and handed over a box of tissues to her. She looked over at Matthew with a look that told him she was taking care of it. Matthew nodded, kissed Kat again, then stood.
"We have barricaded this section of the hospital off and dedicated it to our living quarters, as well as resting space for any surviving countries we find. So we brought you all back here. You're all injured and need to spend some time here." Holland said.
"Of course, thank you, thank you so much," Matthew said. "I really can't thank you enough. Name any price, and it's yours."
"Careful." Elizabeta said, pulling her curtain back. "That could become dangerous."
"We are low on supplies, and have already picked the surrounding area clean." Holland said, a tiny hint of desperation in his voice. "We request to join you on your mission."