[He doesn't speak that language, Faize! But he moves his hands out of Poland's way so she and Lithuania can properly bandage him, dropping both hands to his shoulder and squeezing tightly. He'd wipe at his eyes, but his hands are covered in blood now... just like his sweater. And jeans aren't that good at being towels, so blood all over his hands it is.

He almost sobs in relief when Faize says his name, though, clutching his shoulder and nodding, though the other likely can't see him.]

Y-yeah, it's me. P-Poland and Lithuania are patching you up, you're... someone hit you in the head, b-but you're gonna be okay. You'll be fine. J-Just rest, okay? But... stay awake. I need you to stay awake, okay?