Band of Brothers
Discaimer: Don't own hetalia nor its characters
It was a warm and sunny afternoon. There was quiet for once. All the Frat boys next door were either in class or asleep. After 3 exhausting hours of Chem lab, it was the perfect time to take a nap. Stupid liberal arts school making me take stupid electives. I would need that elective if I was changing my major to Agriculture next semester. But for now I was an Art major so the science made no sense.
I was just starting to dose off when I glanced at the clock so I would later be able to tell how long I'd slept. It was five. Feli should be home by now. He was probably with his fucking boyfriend. Not that they were fucking. I hoped to God they weren't fucking. Oh you know what I mean. Ugh, they were probably being gross. That potato with eyes was probably corrupting my baby brother. Should I go find him? Nah. I wouldn't want to walk in on something completely disgusting. So I stayed on the couch and let that train of thought leave me. Slumber called.
The sound of moaning woke me. What the fuck? I sat up on the couch as I heard a quiet thump. It was coming from the kitchen. I grabbed the candy bowl off the coffee table and crept my way over to the kitchen. I peered around the corner with the hard glass bowl, ready to knock someone lights out, but it was Feli. He was on his hands and knees.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I sat the bowl down to pull him up.
"I don't feel so good." He moaned.
He was warm and looked pale. His eyes lacked their usual luster and showed clear exhaustion. He was pouring sweat, making his skin feel clammy. His auburn hair clung to his face. He'd either caught a bug from playing somewhere stupid or those German bastards had finally poisoned him. I helped him down the hall and into bed, removing his shoes before pulling the covers over him.
I wished him good night and went back to the kitchen to start making a get better kit. He'd need soup. So I started gathering the things to make tomato soup, grandpa's recipe. I'd need to go to the store and get more juice. That swallow of orange juice in the fridge wasn't going to cut it. I also put the lunch box ice packs in the fridge. Who knows, he might need them for the fever. I wasn't sure what medication was left in the cabinet. It'd been a while since either of us were sick. I checked the time. Nine. Yeah that one store was open. I should get that shit before they closed. The soup could wait. I left Feli a note and left for the gas station up the street. No point in wasting gas. I wouldn't have as nice a selection of juice or meds, but the grocery store was closed so it was better than going all the way across town to fucking Walmart.
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"Your Mother was a hamster and your Father smelled of Elderberries!" I yelled the old movie reference into the mike.
I heard that little 12 year old noob curse made up swears and a chuckle from Arthur. Kiku said nothing as he surprise attacked me, killing my avatar.
"What the heckie!?" I shouted in outrage.
His ass was grass. I was taking him down. Nobody defeats Captain Eagle and gets away with it. I selected a less powerful semiautomatic gun. Kiku may have been hacking like a mofo but my trigger finger was faster than any gun he could hack. I made easy work of Peter, getting him out of the running so he wouldn't somehow aid Kiku. I heard angry yelling and a crash followed by Arthur loudly scolding his little brother with his mike still in, so every word was heard by the entire party. The little brat must have thrown a tantrum lol.
I hoped that Kiku was distracted by Arthur's hilarious scolding while I searched for him. There! He was creeping around a burned out building. I was about to start firing when I was taken out.
"What! Who!?" I heard female chuckling. "Mei!" I'd forgotten she was still playing. She'd been so quiet.
Of course she'd help her cousin out. I now had to get revenge twice over. And I no longer had Arthur's silly sibling squabble to aid me. Mei was a tricky one. She liked to hide among buildings or trees and then snipe your ass. I preferred the Leroy Jenkins tactic with my semi. Why hide unless you were afraid.
"Get your coward a-tail out here!" Arthur got mad when we cussed around his bro. "I'm gonna take you both out. You will rue this day! Rue it!"
I could hear more laughter. I was picking new armor when I heard the front door slam followed by a thump.
"Mattie?"
I pushed my wheeled desk chair over to the hall to peer at the front door. Mattie was crumbled on the floor in a heap. He looked like he'd taken a face plant.
"Hey guys, I need to stop. Something's wrong with Mattie."
I got a chorus of concerns before I removed my headpiece and went to go check on him. Was he drunk maybe? I rolled him over to check. No smell of alcohol but he did smell of vomit. Ew. He was all sticky and sweaty and there looked like BLOOD on his shirt. What the fUCK!?
"Mattie. Wake up. I need you to tell me what happened."
His eyes fluttered open and rolled into place from where he had fainted. Now that I was touching him, he felt hot. His glasses were cracked.
"The car. . . man ran in front. . .Gil." Mathew's eyes closed again.
"Mattie!" I shook him.
He was still breathing but he appeared unconscious. I grabbed the headset and in a panicked voice explained what happened.
"You need to call for an ambulance right now." Kiku, ever the level headed, advised.
"Do you think he was in a car accident? You need to call and see if Gilbert is okay after you ring for the ambulance. Bloody hell. I can't believe this. Calm down Alfred. Calm down." Arthur sounded just as upset as me.
"You need to check and see if your brother is bleeding out anywhere and apply pressure. If he's not bleeding too badly, elevate his legs, he may be in shock. That's what google says anyway." Kiku calmly said.
"Al why are you still talking to us? Go! Let us know what happened okay?" Mei finally spoke up.
I called dispatch and told them what I knew and my suspicions. I asked them to keep their eyes out for a wreck on the way over. I then called Gilberts cell but it went straight to voice mail. Omg omg omg. I searched Mattie over for wounds but all I found was a sick cut on his arm that looked strangely like teeth marks. He wasn't bleeding too badly from it, so I left it alone for the paramedics to deal with. They probably had anti rabies and infection stuff. I next called Gilbert's brother's phone. It took two rings before he answered with a sleepy voice.
"Hello?"
"Ohmigod. Is Gilbert there?"
"Nnn. Let me go look. I was sleeping, Alfred. Why didn't you just call him? No. He's not back yet. Strange."
"Mattie's all beat up and there's blood. I think there was an accident! He's passed out on the floor he said something about the car and Gilbert. Oh my God. You need to go look for him. I've already called 9-1-1."
"What! Scheisse. Thank you for calling. I'm getting dressed now. Vati?" I heard knocking. Oh yeah they still lived with their Dad. I heard rapid German before Ludwig got back to me "Gilbert was taking Mathew and Feliciano home. Did he say anything about Feli?"
"No. Just about Gilbert and the car. And something about a man jumping in front of the car I think. I can't get him to wake up to tell me more, I'm sorry."
After I got off the phone, I ran and got some pillows off the couch and propped Mattie's legs up. All I could do now was wait.
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That was perhaps the worst way to wake up possible. And there had been a few really bad times, including that time Gilbert had been brought home by the police when he was in high school. I consoled Vati enough to let me go alone. I knew he would stay by the phone the entire time.
I grabbed a flashlight and the keys to Vati's car since mine was now probably totaled, best to not think about that now. I drove the way to Feli's house first. There was nothing. When I arrived at Feli's house, I couldn't help but stop to check on him to see if he made it home. After knocking on the door for 5 minutes, I grew very concerned. Why wasn't anyone answering? Feli couldn't have been in that accident, if there even was an accident, could he? Gilbert must have made it closer to Mathew's house for Mathew to have made it home after being injured. Unless he was going to drop off Mathew first. That's strange usually he hangs out for a bit before coming home. Why would he drop off Mathew first? All these thoughts filtered through my head as I went back to the car and started up the road.
I saw a familiar form walking up the street with a bag of groceries. Feli?! I stopped next to them and rolled down the window.
"What the fuck are you doing here."
Definitely not Feli.
"Lovino, Alfred told me Gilbert got in a wreck. I was coming to see if Feli made it home safely."
"Yeah, but he's sick. He almost threw up on me."
"Sick? He wasn't sick when they left our house."
"It was probably your terrible cooking that did him in, bastard."
"My cooking is not terrible and anyways Feli made pasta. Was he hurt anywhere?"
"No, he just looked like he had a bug or something. You think my brother was in a wreck? He would have said som-wait no we're talking about Feli here. Fuck! That idiot." Lovino ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Is he okay though?" I asked again.
"Yeah. He was loopy, but he's fine. I got him to bed and I was about to make him some soup before you showed up. He doesn't look like he was in an accident. I mean I didn't check, but I didn't see any blood."
"It sounds like he may have hit his head. You should take him to the hospital. I'm going to look for Gilbert. Call me if anything happens and I'll let you know later what I find."
"Whatever." Lovino started walking away but stopped after a few steps. "Do you need someone to go with you in case, you know?"
The thought never occurred to me that my brother might be dead. Why would Feli and Mathew abandon him if he'd died? Mathew was all banged up and Feli might have a head injury. Maybe they weren't in their right minds. Maybe-no. Gilbert was probably fine. But what if?
"I might."
Lovino sighed and walked around to the passenger side of the car. He sat the groceries at his feet as he climbed in. After he was securely buckled, I started down the road. Dozens of possible explanations for what happened filtered through my mind.
AN: The idea for this woke me up out of dead sleep and I wrote this at like 1 am and edited it later. I saw fanart a few weeks back with these three and I thought they would make an unlikely and interesting trio. I have like two other fanfics I should be working on but whatever. I don't really write in first person and I don't know why I started writing this one that way. My default is third person so I hope this looks okay.