Hello there! No, it isn't Weird Ass Trio drabbles, nor is it E294. This is a oneshot, a gift for my friend, who is/was really sick. I mean, I am sick, too, but I only have a sore throat. (If your reading this before you get better) GET WELL SOON, ROMA!

Feliciano ran, tears falling from his eyes, blurring his vision. Gilbert and… uh… Lovino's friend had called telling him that Ludwig was in the hospital. He had only just come back from WWIII, and the petite Italian had hoped he wouldn't see his precious Luddy lying in a hospital bed, recovering from wounds.

Alas, the universe was not so helpful. A suicide bomber had snuck onto the plane, and had blown it to bits. Only Ludwig and his Russian friend, Ivan, had gotten out alive. Since they were both easily the largest men, they stood the most chance.

When the brunette arrived at the hospital, a cheerful, homey building, he, quite literally, yelled at the receptionist. "Where is Ludwig Beilshmidt's room?!"

The receptionist, a bored looking Greek, pointed down the hall. "Room 203. Take a left, then a right. You can't miss it."

Feliciano took off again, scaring a group of nurses outside of an elderly patient's room. When he got in there, it was like his biggest nightmare come true. Ludwig lay unmoving on the bed, crisp white sheets pulled up to his chest. His arms were tucked next to his body, IVs and a heart monitor sticking into his arm. He was almost as pale as his brother. Gilbert sat in the corner, his head in a small blonde boy's lap, oddly quiet. The thing that scared him most was that Gilbert wasn't his usual self, he was quiet, and he wasn't trying to molest his boyfriend (that Feli knew the petite blonde, Matthew something, secretly didn't mind).

That made Feliciano burst into another fit of sobbing. Lifting his head, the Canadian gave a sad, comforting smile. The brunette threw himself at the boys, Gilbert not moving an inch, and Matthew gently wrapping his arms around the small boy.

~~Weeks Pass…~~

Feliciano barely ever left the room, Matthew and Gilbert usually bringing him his food. Finally, a doctor came in to talk to the mourning Italian.

"Mr. Vargas." A doctor, the name card identifying him as Dr. Honda. "You cannot keep him like this. Mr. Beilshmidt is suffering, and won't ever wake up. You need to end his pain, and take him off Life Support."

The Italian looked at the doctor in despair, before throwing himself onto the still blonde's chest. The Japanese man looked at him sadly; glad he knew his Chinese husband was safe at work. "I will give you time to think about it."

As the black haired man turned to leave, Feliciano grabbed his sleeve. "No, I-it's okay. I-I don't want him su-suffering anymore." He said, seeing Gilbert and Matthew looking sullen, knowing where this was headed.

Dr. Honda gave him a sad, knowing smile. He went to the Life Support machine, and unplugged it. As soon as it was turned off, the heart monitor flat lined.

The little Italian smiled through his tears. "Ti amo, mio bel guerriero."

I know, fail Italian. To my defence, I am taking Spanish (soon to be French).

Ti amo, mio bel guerriero-I love you, my handsome soldier.

If you speak Italian, please correct me if I'm wrong! Soooooooo sorry for the ChuNi hint in there, I needed Kiku to be the doctor, and since you don't like him with anyone, and I hate GiriPan/TurkPan, I decided to use the pairing I like for him.

See ya, next time it will be E294, and after Finals!