Welcome all to my first Chapter of What It Takes to Remember! This happens to be an AustriaxPrussia/RoderichxGilbert/PrusAus fanfic, with occasional hints of other minor pairings. Before I also give you a rough summary, I would like to say a few words. First off this is dedicated to one of the greatest people and an awesome friend of mine, and I hope they know who they are. I would like to thank my friend Neko also for going over my work before I even have the slight courage to post it up here. Finally, all my friends that I rp with, I want you to know that I thank you for all the support you've given me.
Gilbert's stumbling over a body on a sidewalk leads to Roderich landing in the hospital with severe cerebral hemorrhaging and nine stab wounds, along with a bout of amnesia. What Gilbert now knows is this:
One; someone had violently attacked Roderich, bludgeoning him once in the head hard enough to cause damage, before stabbing him approximately nine times.
Two; he seemed to have complete amnesia of his life due to head trauma. This was some that he would need to fix.
Finally with three; there was an attempted murderer out loose in the world, and it would be he, Gilbert Beilschmidt that would track them down and make them suffer for what they had done to Roderich.
Warmth...
It was all he could remember, before waking up to the clinking, beeping, and screeching of machines, with people crowded around him in masks and strange clothes. Some were shouting to others, while others were mumbling softly to their partners standing next to them.
All that noise... and that was when a paroxysm of pain washed over him. His body felt as though it was on fire, and his head as if it had been split open. One man in the blue-green garb noticed he was awake, and spoke to him.
"Sir? Sir! Can you hear me sir? Say something sir if you can hear me!"
"...Burning."
"Thank you sir. I need an anesthetist immediately!"
"Where...am I?"
"Hospital. Mind telling me your name sir?"
The brunette's face scrunched immediately, a look of struggle as though he was working hard to remember. "I...don't know...do you perhaps?"
-x-
It had taken a while before Gilbert was released from police custody, and even more time to get to the hospital. Not that he really even cared at all for the Austrian's welfare, oh hell no. He was far too awesome for that at all! No, after finding the brunette crumpled on the ground, in a pool of his own blood and near close to death, Gilbert had taken on the important duty of playing lifesaver and calling for help, and then to the police. Roderich was his cousin of course, that's why he was going! Pfft, like he'd ever be in love with the Austrian.
Now, he was speeding, fresh new clothes instead of his blood stained ones thanks to trying to help keep Roderich alive. His mind though, was distracted, only able to keep replaying the scene of his early morning.
The street lights flickered as the albino walked home from the local bar. The day had been typical; Ludwig had spent his time working like an apparent "normal" person did, while Gilbert had been out bothering Francis and Antonio, due to Roderich going to a meeting for diplomatic reasons. As soon as his bruder had come home though, Gilbert had quickly taken Ludwig by the arm, forcing him to the bar where they drank. Even when hours later, the blonde had excused himself from the elder man's side, mumbling something about the little Italian that he was always with, Gilbert had just continued his drinking, only now in the early morning was he going home, as always.
It wasn't as if he wasn't used to bodies of people, such as drunkards to be on the sidewalks or in the streets. Hell, at times that was even himself laying there, wasted badly on the frigid pavement. So there was no surprise as he stumbled over a body, cursing under his breath because of the dim light.
"Oi. Dummkopf...you can't lay here idiot, or someone less awesome as myself will trip over you, kesesese~" There was no answer to his remark, but a slight gurgling noise. The Prussian reached down, his hand going to the person's shoulder, trying to shake them. "Dude, c'mon!" But the hand was enveloped in fluid, something warm, sticky...where had that tangy smell of iron come from? Flipping out his cell phone, the brilliant light that emanated from the LED screen showed the red substance that coated his palm, and oozing from the crumpled and bleeding figure, with a mess of brown hair...a set of crushed glasses...and that curl...
"Oh Gott...oh Gott no."
Gilbert moved fast, one hand dialing for a dispatcher of an ambulance, the other flipping the bloody body of Roderich Edelstein over, shouting at the receiver with the man in his arms. "Get the fuck over here! There is a man dying in my arms!"
He probably broke a record for the fastest sprinter from a hospital parking lot to the floor. It had taken about fifteen minutes max for him to make it to Roderich's room, where many nurses and doctors were just only now coming out, some with grim faces. An elder doctor who had just made it out of the door looked at him, stopping in front of the albino. "Do you know him?"
Shit, maybe he shouldn't have come in the end, but as he was here, he seemed to see no way of turning back now. "J-Ja...Roderich Edelstein?" The dude that came in bleeding a lot? He's...still...alive right?"
This caused a smile to rise to the man's face. "Yes, though I must say it was quite a challenge for us. But the most important thing is that you seemed to know him." His face seemed to lower, his voice doing the same. "As we did not, and nor does your friend. Please, feel free to visit him of course, just be careful. He's had severe cerebral hemorrhaging from the head trauma; in fact that alone is enough to kill. He's lucky to be alive from that sir. Also, he sustained several stab wounds around several vital organs. But you seemed to have been there to save him in the nick of time. You were the one that called, correct?" Gilbert nodded absentmindedly, peering into the enclosed space where Roderich lay, machines all around him.
After a while more of talking, what Gilbert has ascertained was this. One; someone had violently attacked Roderich, bludgeoning him once in the head hard enough to cause damage, before stabbing him approximately nine times. Two; he seemed to have complete amnesia of his life due to head trauma. This was some that he would need to fix. Finally with three; there was an attempted murderer out loose in the world, and it would be he, Gilbert Beilschmidt that would track them down and make them suffer for what they had done to Roderich.
-x-
Stark white walls surrounded the injured man, who was staring at the mechanized contraptions around him in amazement. All attention of his had drifted to the heart monitor, not noticing the creaking of his room's door or the figure that slinked in. Roderich nearly jumped out of his skin when the strange white haired and scarlet eyed man sat down in front of him, blocking the monitor and talking.
"Feeling any better?"
"Better than earlier, but I think that is mostly to do with the fact that I'm being pumped full of drugs."
"Still…it's better than nothing, am I right?"
"I suppose so. I know this is going to sound horribly rude but...do I happen to know you?"
"O-Oh...right...j-ja. I'm Pr- just call me Gilbert."
"Gil...bert?"
"You got it~ Actually, it's Gilbert Beilschmidt, but last names aren't that important to me. Or, if you truly feel the need to, you may freely address me as 'Lord Awesome' or 'Embodiment of All That is Sexy in the World'."
"I think I'll stick to Gilbert Beilschmidt. But...then what...about me?"
"Hmm? Oh...you're Aust- well...you're Roderich...Roderich Edelstein. But I like to call you Roddy the best, kesesese!"
Something, some slight spark in a dark and fuzzy part of the brunette's mind seemed to poke and prod his thoughts, faintly yelling at him to tell the other man to not call him that and that he was an idiot.
"I think...I like Roderich better."
