Broken Berlin - Chapter 9

At 7:30 sharp, people start to filter in. First to walk in is the Asian countries – Taiwan, Hong Kong,  China, South Korea, Vietnam, Thailand and Japan. They all head straight to their allotted chairs silently. As they walk, china looks over at me and nods his head, which I return. I then look to the nation next to China, Japan, he looks truly and utterly beaten. His eyes her sunken and lifeless, skin even paler than normal. He is wearing a baggy white shirt, and plain black trousers and shoes. Peaking out of the neck and the arms is bandages. I sigh. I hate how defeated Kiku looks, I just wish that our alliance had lasted longer. Hmm... in the first break, I must go and talk to my fellow island nation, I believe that it'll be good for both of us.
Next to walk in is Canada, America and France. Canada walks quickly over to me and I engulf him in a hug, which he reciprocates immediately.
"How are you doing dad?" He mutters, even lower than he normally talks.
I sigh and pull my shirt neck closer, in a vein attempt to hide the bandages, that are faintly stained with red, surrounding my neck. At this motion I see, from the corner of my eye, I see Germany's eyes cloud momentarily with regret and guilt then fall back to the coffee cup gripped tightly in his hands. "I'm satisfactory, son" I pull away from the hug and walk him to where tea and coffee is. As he makes himself a cup of tea, 3 sugars and milk, I keep my eyes on the wall, avoiding the Frog and the Yank... until a pair of hands wrap around my waist and i'm pulled backwards into a hard muscular chest.
"Hey Iggy. We need to talk. Now."
… Help...

*Germany's POV*

I stare sadly down at the contents of my coffee cup, swilling it gently as it cools. My mind is aflutter, emotions keep swirling around in my head, like the coffee in my cup.
AngerGuiltPainGreifSadnessHappinessHateBetrayalJealousy... Love
I look up and lock eyes with Japan, who looks even worse than I feel, I smile melancholy at him, which he bows his head and strikes a conversation with China. My smile falls and my eye slide over too England, I mean Arthur. He looks so wore out, and i'm the reason why. I would give anything just to take back what I did to everyone... no, what I did to Arthur. Meine gott I'm confused by it all.
He stares intently at the wall, while Canada – no way am I going to forget Canada again... not since I saw him on the battlefield – makes himself a drink. They really do have similar hair colour, I muse to myself.
"Hey Iggy. We Need to talk. Now" My eyes jog at the surprised yelp that escapes from Arthur as he is pulled against America's chest and dragged out of the room – despite his struggling. I grind my teeth and  narrow my eyes at the obtuse Yank takes my Arthur from me...

'my' Arthur...?