It was a night like any other, or perhaps it wasn't. It started off much calmer than most and was very silent. Everyone went to bed at an earlier time due to exhaustion from the meeting earlier. They were happily sleeping the hotel rooms they were provided and it seemed like nothing could go wrong. That was, until a certain Italian began to smell smoke.
It wasn't anything anyone but him could smell at the time so the sleeping Beilschmidt next to him continued to rest and occasionally mumble something about being awesome. Hazel eyes opened as coughs broke the silence of the room. It never stopped but only got worse. The coughs eventually awoke Gilbert as he watched Lovino practically cough out a lung. "Lovi? Are you ok?" all he got in response was a shake of the head.
When finally Lovino got a chance to catch his breath for a second a struggled to get out the words "Aiuto, fuoco-" more coughing started and it only got worse. Once Gilbert saw a drop of blood leave the Italian's mouth and quickly got up. "I-I'll go get your brother." and he quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room to find Feliciano. Little to his knowledge though, there were two Italians suffering.
Gilbert= Prussia
Lovino= South Italy
Feliciano= North Italy
Aiuto, fuoco= Help, fire