It was Italy who had opend the door. Although he didn't recognize the woman with dark red hair Italy still smiled at her the same way he would for others. His smile faltered a bit when he saw that she was dressed in black business wear and wore sunglasses while her hair was in a extremely tight bun. She had a dark yellow folder under her arm and didn't return the Italian's smile.
"It's good to meet you, Feliciano, your boss told me about your brother and you." She said before he said anything. "I'm here to see Gilbert Beilschmidt; Prussia."
"What has he done?" Germany Asked from inside the house. He sat on the couches with a beer in his hand. Two of the three dogs were laying on the floor in front of him, the German shepherd was laying on his lap.
"It's none of the trouble business, Germany, Is your elder brother here?" She asked walking past Italy who simply shut the door behind her. He almost trotted to be near the conversation with his best friend and the strange woman.
"I heard my awesome name." Came Prussia's voice from the stairs he trumped down the stairs landing hard on the floor. His small bird followed and hung around the air for a moment before settling on Prussia's shoulder.
The woman vaguely nodded her head toward the file she held. Gilbert's usual grin stopped and he turned slightly serious. He walked up to her and spoke lower, "we can talk up the stairs." He said using his arm to guide her toward the stairs. He wore a white sleeping shirt and black workout pants, he hadn't the need to go to a world meeting recently because of his lack of credibility of being a nation. Both Feliciano and Ludwig were silent in watching the two head up stairs. Gilbert stopping and looking as if he were attempting to make up a excuse for her being there. "Don't tell Hungary." Was all he said before following the woman up the stairs.
The two entered the library of the house. The woman who Gilbert knew as "Francine" set down on the fancy couch while Gilbert sat on the one that faced him, he sat forward with his arms resting on his knees. Francine opened the file and slid a few papers out. Setting them down on the coffee table and pointing to the first white sheet of sloppy handwriting in German. She removed her sunglasses so Gilbert got a look at her gray eyes,
"Has anything changed from the last physical?" She asked.
"Nein, I'm still feeling ill. Weak like and lack of sleeping." Gilbert said, he seemed to be anxious.
"Well knowing that you are a nation any regular kind of diseases won't affect you. And with the lack of you representing any actual country there is no risk of you feeling the effects of a depression or civil war." Francine explained leaning back. She lifted the paper that had his X-ray. "There is no tumor or anything medically wrong with you." She finished letting Gilbert look over the papers for a moment.
"Then why not just call then?" Gilbert asked. There was a slight risk to this as Ludwig picking up the receiver and could possibly be mistaken for Gilbert. But there was no reason for Francine to come herself.
Gilbert still had no clue where Francine was actually from. Her voice had a detection of a few different accents, she spoke each language with the accent and knew the customs. She wouldn't even allow for Gilbert to know her last name, she was the unofficial doctor or the nation's although few actually had met her.
Francine leaned forward and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "While there is nothing medically wrong with you are suffering from deterioration. It's something I had come up with for when you guys start to disappear, it's happened to the Rome empire."
"I...Was?" Gilbert asked.
Francine got up and sat down next to him, "Basically, what happened to your Grandfather is happening to you,"
Gilbert blinked at the mention of Germania, he hadn't seen him for...he hadn't even thought about it.
"It's a process that's going to take a bit, it might happen all at once when the time comes. It's not painful or will cause you to suffer but the feeling of dread is very likely to show."
Gilbert blinked and gave a knitted eyebrow stare at Francine.
He opend and closed his mouth for a scone and stood.
"It's a lot to handle, I know, you don't have to think much of it now but-"
"This isn't possible!" Gilbert suddenly stated. Francine stopped and narrowed her eyes. "The awesome Prussia doesn't 'disappear', I'm too awesome to forget!" He used his fingers to make quotation marks. "I'm feeling better as we speak."
Francine stayed quite as he spoke. Mentally checking off denial off the list of stages he was going to approach on.