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((Oh, aw, well, that's fine. I need to get to bed soon anyway. School starts up again and I'm definitely not looking forward to it. xp Blah.))

Once Faya had stood upright, she smiled upwards at Spy. "Thank you Spy, I really want to work hard and show you that I can actually do well in your field of expertise." She told him, continuing to act mature until she lifted her hand to her lips, concealing a growing smile, along with a sweet giggle. But she quickly caught herself and blushed, stopping instantly. "S-Sorry. I couldn't help it."

Feeling the hand go around his shoulder, he shot Francis a glare and unfolded his arms. Reaching up and removing Francis' hand from his shoulder as if it were a disease. "I'm not the dirty man here you b*****d, and why in the Queen's name aren't you dressed!?"

Kumajiro was patting his paws on the surface of the water as he was washed. Trying to hit Arthur with the splashes of water.

He felt arms around him and listened to Oomizu as she spoke, trying to wipe away what tears did fall and nodding slowly. He didn't want her to tell anyone, but he wasn't sure that mattered or not. It seemed as though others would know soon. Out of all the nations, he was perhaps still one of the youngest, so given a situation like this, he didn't know what to do or say. He was still shocked that they had been found out. How many people would know now? "... so many horrible things could happen if people found out." He mumbled. He was just going to let the others decide what to do about the situation. He moved to hug Oomizu in return for a moment before he pulled away and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry..." He soon looked up again. His eyes a little red. "... Eliza, we are going to have to tell Arthur and Francis and Alfred now... aren't we?" He hoped that they wouldn't be too mad. He felt that this was somewhat his fault.

"No, it's quite alright," Spy replied, waving a hand. "Besides, if you start acting different zhan usual, people are bound to get suspicious." He then turned his attention to the man he hadn't yet met. Quite an interesting trick with the water... "I don't see anyone 'ere 'oo isn't," he answered. "I don't believe we've met..."

(( I take it back.
Everything, not near everything, Francis says makes me laugh!
rofl ))

Spy was quick to react, grabbing Faya by her under arms and hoisting her head back above the surface. Some of his balaclava had gotten wet in the process, but an itchy mask wasn't as important as a teammate's life. "Faya?" he called, trying to see if she was still conscious. If not, he'd have to get her out of the water completely.

Faya's head felt light and that her world was spinning rapidly around her, to the point when she couldn't make out simple faces or sounds around her. She wasn't even all that conscious anymore, actually. Her head was down as she struggled to breathe, the water being enough to fill her lungs, even when she was underwater for that short amount of time. She was still clothed in her towel at his point, and for this she was thankful. Or at least she would be, if she new what was going on at the moment.

((XDD I love him <3 *obviously XD*))

Alfred didn't know how to reply to that. He tried to say something but quickly closed his mouth when he figured it wouldn't be the best thing for him to say. But how was he supposed to explain what was 'wrong' with them? He looked down, he was still in pain, and his head hurt- the debates in congress only making it worse. And he didn't want to be hit with Eliza's frying pan if he did something wrong. Thankfully, he didn't have to do anything. He felt Matthew's arms go around his body, and he worked through his pain to hug him back, holding him close, comforting him.

She bit her lip before deciding what to do. She looked to the girl behind Alfred. They seemed to be good friends. And if she was friends with Al, she could probably be trusted. She said, "We're the personifications of the countries in our world." She said simply before looking to the North American brothers, "I'm going to go and find Francis and Arthur- I'll bring them back here." And with that, she went down the halls, calling for them, "Francis! Arthur!"

Francis had turned his attention back to Luka after discussing the man's short comings. He let a smile stretch against his face once more as he began to form words in his mind to spin off in a poetic fashion to the woman before him before the Englishman exploded. France turned and looked to him with a stern expression before eh felt himself being smacked. He let out a small yelp of surprise- not pain- before he huffed and turned his body, "Such barbaric behaviors from you. I know there are many reasons to be jealous of me, but you do not have to take your jealousy out on my body." Before he could say anything else though, he heard his name, and Arthur's name. "Does that sound like Eliza?"

((I suppose, but the majority of characters are either at the hot spring or at the hospital. Some are floating around here and there, but... yeah. *shrug* ))

"Merde..." Spy muttered, hoisting her and himself out of the water. He grabbed the towel he was going to use for himself and used it as a makeshift pillow for Faya as he laid her down. Since his job didn't normally require he save people, he knew little about CPR, but decided it couldn't be all that hard to learn. The Frenchman turned the girl's head to the side, figuring that if she was going to cough up water, better it not end up going right back in, then used both hands to push against her sternum, trying to get her lungs (and possibly heart, he wasn't sure what this did to be perfectly honest) working properly again.

((I've no idea if they even knew about CPR in the late 60's. Let's just pretend they did.))
((And, Dragon, I don't think we'll post a bajillion pages. Maybe half that. lol))