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Aleks does not question the angry words spoken from Lilli, even if he cannot understand what exactly is being said he can understand the tone well enough. It’s a low, angry one that speaks of a deep hurt, one that may not easily be resolved by fighting or shouting at one another. Unfortunately, the Norwegian is not at all qualified or able to soothe that kind of hurt, or even give a helpful word. He is merely the muscle, keeping Lilli from tearing her brother to shreds.

Even if he would love to see it, Aleks knew that it would do no one any good. The people that loved Théo were people that Aleks loved dearly, and to facilitate his harm would be the same to cause their hurt. 

But, his worry is far more the groggy, strung-out Dane in the hospital bed, now being tended by a rigid-shouldered Emma who slipped past the trio in silence. Her presence at least set Aleks at the slightest bit of ease. “No killing each other. Or, if you’re gonna do it, go do it in the ER.” Aleks says slowly, releasing Lilli and merely moving back to sit at Mathias’ bedside. This was not his fight any longer.

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“Enough.”

Emma was standing in the doorway, a tray of antibiotics held against her hip. Had she known it was going to take a half hour to draw up and give her the medication she needed for Mathias, she would not have sent Théo to check on him. She would have sent him down to wait at the pharmacy window, and would have come in herself.

Which clearly would have been the better idea considering Aleks was restraining Lilli who looked ready to tear someone’s heart from their body, and Théo was leaning against the en suite door, looking shocked out of his mind with what looked to be a bloody nose.

“Hallway. Now.” Her voice was sharp, a hardness to her face that was scarcely seen on her delicate features. She stepped into the room, pointing out into the hall. “I won’t have you three causing mayhem in this ward.”

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Despite Lilli’s quiet urgings, Théo persists in taking vitals on Mathias. She knows her brother. He is a wickedly intelligent man. She knows he understood perfectly the pleas hidden among her words to him. To please stop. To think of his own safety and to think of the two men whose hearts he laid bare not even a century ago. 

Lilli can feel the tension rising with each step Théo takes, as well as an indignation growing. She knows what he did. She knows nearly all the intimate details and has kept her peace because, frankly, it is none of her business. But by electing to flaunt it in front of Aleksander and herself, Théo all but makes it her business.

Lilli resumes her seat when Aleks’ feet touch the floor. Though her eyes remain firmly fixed upon Mathias, she reaches blindly for Aleks’ hand, holding it between her own to give him some measure of comfort. His poor nerves must be absolutely ragged with anxiety. She can see it in the hard set of his frame and the fixed determination of his eyes.

She wants to speak but the door opens and in walks Théo, casual as though this is any other visit. Although Lilli’s heart is glad to see her brother and her smile for him is genuine, she is all too aware of the rising tension in the room. She feels a certain sort of wariness, herself, when he leans over Mathias to check his breathing.

Lilli’s hands tighten their grip on Aleks, more for reassurance and a gentle reminder of where they are than to actually restrain him. She doesn’t know how he does it, watching the man who killed his husband tend to him as lovingly as though it never happened. For all the love Lilli has for Théo, it leaves a bitter note at the back of her tongue just thinking about it. 

“Aleksander just told me,” Lilli speaks up for Aleks, figuring that her part will smooth over any further tensions, “He says that whatever Emma gave Mathias is working. For the cracked ribs, he said. From coughing.” 

“Théo, shouldn’t he rest? The nurses will be for rounds soon enough, regardless.” Not that Lilli wants to ignore entirely Emma’s orders in this regard. Honestly, what was she thinking sending Théo of all people in to do this? With any other patients it would be fine. But Mathias? “Please. You are not working. You should not push yourself so. Come and sit with us. I’m sure she will be here shortly.” 

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“Did he?” Théo remarked off-handedly, continuing to do what he was doing, a hand reaching back to grab Mathias’ chart and read over it, gnawing gently on his bottom lip. He marked Mathias’ heart rate, breathing-- all the necessary statistics to ensure that he was doing somewhat okay.  The Swissman tapped his pen against the clipboard, glancing over to Lilli. The way she held Aleks’ hand was not lost on him and his brows furrowed somewhat at her commentary. Did she not trust him? What...what did she know? That’s what Théo wanted to know and his steel blue gaze slid over to Aleksander, the Norwegian’s gaze heavy and dark as it stared fiercely into Théo. It almost made the Swissman feel small, having been on the other end of those strong hands and brutal like nature. And Aleksander would do anything for Mathias. Anything.

With Mathias cosy under his quilt, Aleks’ attention was drawn to Lilli as she wandered in. He pulled his feet from the empty chair, allowing the woman to take up her spot once more. “I’d say so, he fell asleep and kind of…” Aleks made a little gesture to the Dane, whose gaze was tired but completely unfocused. Mathias registered the Lilli was in the room, but he mostly noticed the movement and less the person who was moving

He was just tired. So, so tired and everything was soft and bright and keeping his eyes open was draining him further. This was why he hated hospitals; he could never get a dark enough room to sleep much in. Well. Unless he was on pain meds. Like now.

“I couldn’t tell you exactly what she gave him, but I think it’s for the ribs he managed to crack with his coughing.” Aleks continued with a shrug, rubbing a hand through Mathias’ hair and lightly touching his cheeks, which were still warm. “I’m guessing she went to get something else. But,” He smiled, looking back to Lilli. “You know you could have eaten in here, I don’t think Matti is going to care. I certainly don’t.”

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Whenever a nation fell ill, their care fell to four potential people: Mathias, Emma, Christiane, or Théo. Sometimes Gemma if she could tear herself away from her plants long enough to actually see who needed her help. But when one of those four people fell ill, it seemed that the rest had to come and see what was going on.  Mathias was often the one they were tending to; 70 years ago having more than left their scar on the Dane with Théo wholly to blame. Frankly, the Swissman was surprised that Aleksander had tolerated his presence in the room, albeit grumbling the whole while. He didn’t necessarily blame him, it was Théo that had practically damned the Dane to begin with. But he was a curious and had been with Emma doing rotations that day, so here he was.

Much to everyone’s chagrin it seemed.

With Emma held up, it was Théo who came in to check on Mathias, his knuckles gently rapping on the wood of the door before letting himself in, his smirk like smile crossing his face. “Good afternoon,” He said quietly, shutting the door behind him as he walked in. “Emma got held up, she’ll be in momentarily but sent me on ahead. How’s he doing?” Théo wandered over to the Dane, his eyes catching his sister’s briefly as he crouched to gently press his stethoscope to Mathias’ chest, not bothering to ask the Dane to do anything seeing how strung out he was. The tension in the room was damned palpable.

“Have you ever tried to get a place? I mean, I can’t imagine you’d have much trouble getting special permission.” Jordan may or may not assume that every nation gets the freedom to do basically whatever they want. Théo seems responsible–not quite trustworthy–enough to not take advantage of that, at least now that they’re in the 21st Century. The comment on the cost doesn’t surprise her, nor does the image of Aleks and Mathias forking out the cost of renting one, although, she could also imagine them camping out like Brokeback Mountain. 

“You haven’t climbed it, then?” Jordan shouldn’t be too surprised, given that she hasn’t climbed every mountain in the US (yet), but to think he hasn’t even given a mountain that famous a try when it’s right there. “Or do you just want a review for Yelp?”

At this stage, Jordan’s own hiking poles are mostly being used as decoration at this point. Every now and then she might spot a loose rock that she prods until it rolls down the side of the trail. She pauses in the middle of one such act of vandalism, distracted by the sight of a squirrel doing its best to camouflage in the snow. “Oh, he’s cute. Do you know him?”

“I honestly did think about it for awhile,” Théo says with a soft hum. “I can easily get one, I already have all the permits and whatnot. It’s just actually doing it.” He definitely hesitated over a lack of persons to share said home with-- but he seems to have turned over a new leaf. Whatever that means in the longer term has yet to be decided, but Théo thinks that perhaps being engaged and the grumbling reluctance of Bastian to allow Théo back into the family is maybe going to work in his favour, do him better.  “Matterhorn? No. No desire to, either. It’s a technically challenging climb. I am not a skilled climber, I’m an alpine skier when it comes to sports.” Théo replies easily.  “Yelp reviews?” He gives Jordan an odd look. He’s still not on the up and up with this silly technology thing. “What’s Yelp?”

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It may come as a surprise to some that Jordan loves herself some good quality time with nature. Being outside makes her feel great, and also creates a lot of perfect opportunities to take awesome pictures for Instagram that make it look like she doesn’t spend most of her life on her couch watching Buzzfeed Unsolved marathons. Dragging Théo along was a bonus, a free tour guide for her and she’s sure that he could benefit from getting into her good graces (because of being America and all that). 

“So, can you like, own real estate out here?” For the most part, she couldn’t say that she had seen any signs of civilization once they got onto the trail, but that might just be because the Swiss have some sort of advanced anti-litter technology that they won’t share with the rest of the world. A place to sit wouldn’t be too terrible, though. “You’d probably make bank renting out a place here.” 

Théo grimaced as he trekked alongside Jordan, using his hiking poles to ensure that they weren’t going to be traversing into ground that was unstable. Last thing he wanted was the world to be on his arse for the death of a rep. Again. He has no idea how JJ managed to get him out of his hospital for a few breaths of fresh air; normally he does this sort of activity with Emma or Lilli if she’s willing. But he supposed it would be better to guide the American through the Alps rather than some teenager working for the season.

Gently snapping the lid back onto the container of pho in her hands, Emma let Théo tip her chin up, powder blues finding steel grey. It wasn’t as if Emma really was expecting anything bad, but sometimes the uncertainty of things liked to gnaw at her insides. So, to hear that’s all Théo was asking? Emma just slightly leaned into the hand against her skin.

“Neither of you have the power to keep me from doing what I want.” Not too long ago, Emma’s agency had been relegated to whichever empirical power had collared her at the time. No longer, though; her freedom to choose was the one thing she would fight for. “Home is wherever we decide. I… Have little objection to staying. If there’s dire need for me at home, it’s only five hours. Besides,” Emma grins a bit, reaching to stroke over the Swissman’s cheek. “The HUG has been pestering me for years for a research position.”

Easily Théo cupped her cheek, thumb gently stroking at the soft skin of her face before he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. He was unwilling to part, unwilling to let go that of which he had mussed up so terribly over seventy years ago and still faced the consequences of. Hell, he grimaced at those consequences every time he heard a certain Dane cough quietly and saw him grimace, hand to his chest.  While he wasn’t necessarily as remorseful as he should be, he was remorseful to losing that which he loved the most. And to think that she was so willing to fall back into his arms was testament to Emma’s forgiveness and kindness. He needed to earn all their trust back, likely he never would. But he would try.

She bites back a groan at the pounding in her head when Théo pulls her into his arms. The congestion is awful and it throbs at a steady and wholly unpleasant pace. The medicine she took is supposed to help this. Has it been long enough for another dose, yet?”

“I ate this morning,” she offers, opting now to make Théo’s shoulder her pillow. Her eyes flutter shut and she sighs at the comfort of his gentle touch against her cheek. How many times has he had to care for her like this? How will she be able to return the favor? “Soup.”

“Nearly.” What was a hundred years to people like themselves? Nothing. It was little more than the blink of an eye. Emma moved the containers aside to allow for the decanter on the coffee table, pulling her feet up onto the sofa when Guinnie flopped down onto the rug.

Container of pho in hand, Emma looked over at Théo as he sunk into the sofa beside her. “I’m all ears,” Was her quiet reply, popping the lid open on the container and occupying herself with sipping on the warm broth. That sigh made her the slightest bit concerned, but figured what would be the worst thing that would come out fo his mouth?

Théo hangs up and Lilli barely sets her phone aside on the mattress before she is asleep once more. This has been the pattern for the past few days, slipping in and out of sleep, occasionally getting up to tend to the pets or dump some soup in a pot. It hasn’t been the most exciting life, but when could she ever claim to have that?

Sophie’s growling at Théo’s entrance to her room has Lilli shifting beneath the blankets. Not knowing the source of the dog’s irritation, she quietly shushes her, only opening her eyes at the weight of Théo’s hand on her forehead. “Oh, Brüeder,” she rasps, her brow furrowing at his drawn features, “You look so tired…”

“I’m fine.” Théo murmurs gently, carefully nudging Lilli over in bed so he can sit next to her and draw her into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “A few days like this, huh?” He asks, carefully dragging his fingers through his sister’s hair before dragging his hand down her cheeks again, checking her temperature for what felt like the millionth time. 

A pinot noir was fine– Emma would have been just as happy with some tea. “My dear, I do think we need to update your collection. Perhaps with bottles from this century.” The date merely sent a small chill down her spine; that year had been bad for so many reasons. But, there were also bright spots in those few short snowy weeks of January.  Turning her gaze to her love, Emma merely gave him a smile with her chin resting on Guinnie’s broad head. 

“I’ll bring some along the next time I head home.” Though, this was also her home, even if there were little to no indication of it just yet. There was more to consider now than ever, but not tonight, there could be conversations of living arrangements later. No doubt he would want her here as much as possible.

“It hasn’t quite been 100 years yet my dear, not for these bottles.” But he grimaces at the date, certainly not wanting the grim reminder of what he had done to probably one of the kindest, most undeserving of cruelty people on this planet. He popped the cork and aired the bottle out, carefully straining it through cheese cloth and into the decanter.