Sometimes its hard to hear the experts say that they don't know something, escpically when that expert is suppose to work in the medical field. So when Roderich heard that the doctor who was supposibly the best in all of France and Austria say that he didn't know how long the Austrian would be in the wheel chair he just couldn't handle it. He had thrown the doctor out of his house closely followed by his fiancé Francis. He couldn't bear being around anyone at the time.

It was only a week later and Roderich had not moved his wheel chair from its spot looking out into his garden. He had sent Francis away everytime he had called and the same with anyone else who turned up. It hurt to see the pity in their eyes and their sympathetic words meant nothing to him. He just sat there, he wasn't sure if he was feeling sorry for himself or just waiting for something. He never imagined it would be someone rather than a something.

As he sat there staring out into his garden, looking at everything and nothing in one glance there was a smashing in the kitchen, usually it would bother him but Roderich didn't move it was like he hadn't heard it at all. The sound in the kitchen had been caused by Prussia or Gilbert as the other nations knew him. He jumped up and looked round expecting to see the brunette rushing in to see what the noise was but there was nothing, which caused the white haired male to worry.

"Specs?" Gilbert moved round the house, his scarlet gaze looking for any and all sign of movement that would indicate Roderich's presence in the house. "Specs where are you? Didn't know you were one for playing hide and seek" His trade mark laugh came after his remark but still nothing. It was beginning to worry him now. Sure they had just had a big fight, well it was more than a fight it was a war. The seven year war and as he had proclaimed Prussia had come out victorious over Austria and France. But they had wars like this before and Roderich had never blanked him like this before. Gil continued to search the house and stopped when he saw Roderich in the wheel chair. That's when it sunk in. He had really messed up this time no matter what anyone said.

Roderich didn't move to look at who had entered the room, instead he just spoke one word. "Leave" The passion that use to be in his voice even if it was just a hint of it when speaking to the Prussian was gone. Gil's heart sank, he had done this. Put one of his oldest and closest friends in a wheelchair and made him lose every inch of passion the Austrian had in his body.

"Now specs I can't do that" The Albino swallowed any guilt that could have been in his voice and just spoke to him as if nothing had happened between them, choosing not to pity the pianist or give him sympathy. All Roderich needed was someone to talk to and to help him feel like nothing had changed and Gil had decided it would be him and not only that he would not leave until Roderich was back to his normal self.