My first story on this account. Hetalia does not belong to me, though I am married to some of the characters. Enjoy!
Lukas is my best friend. I don't care what he says.
I visit him in the hospital more than anyone else, and I always bring him good food to eat. He acts like he doesn't me there, but I know him the best; we grew up together. Sometimes he won't talk to me when I come, but that's okay. I know he's just embarrassed that he's there. Neither of us talk about his condition when I'm there, because there's not much to say. It's killing him, slowly.
It's hard to see the difference from day to day, but when I look back to how he once was, I see clearly the problem. He looks off into the corners of the room sometimes, focusing on something I can't see. Sometimes he stalks talking mid-sentence and just listens. I don't know what he hears or sees, but it frightens me. He thinks that it's real now- the hallucinations. On several occasions, he's insisted that someone was saying his name and that I should be quiet and then I'd be able to hear it too. I listened as hard as I could, hoping that I'd hear something to indicate he wasn't losing touch with our world yet, but there was nothing. There's never anything, but he thinks there is. What else is he supposed to think?
Another time, we were talking, and he stopped, looking beyond me to the door. "Hello, Tino." He said. I turned around. Tino wasn't there. The door hadn't been touched since I'd come in. I tried to tell him this, but he shook his head, saying that I was being rude. He motioned for Tino to come sit with us, talking to him. I sat there, watching all of this, needing Tino to be there so I would know Lukas wasn't just making this up. I left early that day, but he was still talking with Tino as I left.
The last time I saw him, it almost scared me into never coming back. When I walked in, he had a blanket wrapped around him. I asked if he was cold, and he said he wasn't. I then asked about the blanket, and he tilted his head, telling me that I should stop joking, and that it was his cloak. I didn't ask him anything else, but he kept talking anyways. He told me I should be wearing more clothes because it was snowing and I'd catch a cold. It was July. He asked if I knew where he was, because he was lost. I told him he was in the hospital, and he shook his head. "Why am I in the hospital, Matthias?" He asked. I'd never had to explain that to him before, and I wasn't sure if I could. I told him he was sick, but he shook his head again, insisting that he was not. He told me he was fine, and needed to go home to care for his brother, Emil. I told him Emil could take care of himself, but he stubbornly disagreed, insisting that he could not. "Emil is only five!" He yelled at me for several minutes, calling me irresponsible and stupid. I was used to that, but it still hurt. I told him Emil was all grown up, but he didn't believe me. I left after that, because I was afraid that he was all gone and soon I wouldn't be able to talk with him at all.
I'm still not sure how he is, and after a month, my curiosity has gotten the best of me and I have to see how he is. Surely he's worse, but I can't just live knowing he's locked up all alone. Today I woke up, determined to see him. I almost felt as if something was wrong, and that's why I think he's all gone now. I don't even know if he'll know who I am anymore, but I have to try. The traffic isn't moving fast enough, and the suspense is killing me. It'll all be worth is though, because to me, Lukas is more than my best friend. I think I love him.