I was in the middle of a siesta when I heard my phone ring. I looked at the caller I.D., it was Spain. What did he want?
"What bastard?" I asked, not bothering with a hello.
"You need to get here now." His voice was grim. I had never heard his voice so sad. It scared me.
I was about to ask what happened when a wave of pain hit my side. This only happened in my side when we were bombed or if Feli was hurt. I was hoping it was the former. It soon passed over but my side still hurt a bit.
"Get over to L'Aquila now."I didn't bother arguing. I shut my phone without a good bye and ran towards my car. I got their in under 10 minutes. Everybody was crowding around something. They were all countries. Wasn't the meeting in Rome? I walked closer and heard people whispering. They were whispering about me not caring if someone got hurt, but it was manly me being a bad brother. I had not the faintest idea what they were talking about.
People parted the crowd for me. They were acting so weird. Then I got to the center of the crowd. My heart stopped in my chest. Feliciano was lying there, covered in blood, hardly breathing. I quickly walked up to him kneeling next to him. I looked to the closest country who happened to be England.
"Why didn't you take him?" My voice was like ice, scaring the other nation at my ferocity.
"W- we called the a-ambulance."
"The ambulance is practically another car here, idiot." Calmly I walked to my car with Feliciano in my arms. More whispering ensued.
'He doesn't even care does he' I stopped and turned towards the country who whispered that. Hungary. She saw my face, covered in tears.
"Shut up you damn bitch. Don't ever say I don't care for Feliciano." I proceeded to walk to my car but with my head up this time.