LUDWIG frowned as he stumbled up the steps to his house. He had let himself be pulled into his elder brother's bribes of beer and had gotten more drunk than ever.

His light blond hair was slipping from it's usual swept back style, falling over his forehead and into his eyes slightly. His pale skin drenched in a thin layer of sweat as he made his way to the door.

His long fingers slipped on the doorknob as he fumbled with it, trying to twist it and soon finally opening the door. This irritated him to no end.

"Feliciano..." He said as he stumbled into the living room. When he heard no answer from his young Italian lover, this made him bite his lip in intense anger. He stormed drunkenly into the kitchen where the younger male had been cooking, unable to hear him over the noise of himself singing. This angered the German as he glared at the Italian bustling around the kitchen.

"Italia!" He finally yelled. The boy jumped at the yell.

"D-Doitsu~ Your h-home!" He said nervously as he went to hug his German boyfriend.

"I've been home for ten minutes, already!" he shouted at the Italian, who was now shaking immensely.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't hear you over the music! Pleas don't hurt me!" He cried out as he flailed and shuddered at the German's glare.
Ludwig growled in anger as he finally snapped and smacked the Italian across the face.

Feliciano stood there shocked at the contact. "D-Doitsu?" He asked as tears ran down his cheeks.

Ludwig glared and smacked him again. The Italian cried out in pain as he felt blood coming out of his mouth onto the floor. Ludwig continued to hit him and punch him until he laid there unmoving.

By now, the German had calmed down and was staring down at his boyfriend in horror. What had he done?! Ludwig bit his lower lip as he stumbled around the Italian's body, reaching for the phone hanging on the wall. He instantly found himself dialling Austria in his panic.

"Hello?" Came the polite voice as he paced, gripping the phone tightly against his ear.

"R-Rhoderich … I need to talk to you. I.. I did something bad. Very bad.." Ludwig managed to mutter out as he starting shaking.

"Yes, well what is it then?" He asked quietly and politely into the phone.

"I.. I hit Feliciano.. And.. Its… bad.." He cried into the phone.

Austria frowned as he listened to his panicking German friend. "Well? What are you calling me for? Call 911!" He cried out as he hung up instantly.

Ludwig looked at the phone but then started to dial the number. The wait for someone to answer was painful as he stared down at the unmoving body of his boyfriend.

"Hello?" Came a second, more automatic voice.

"Yes, I-I have someone here, who is bleeding badly and is unmoving!" He cried into the phone urgently.

"Okay, we will dispatch an ambulance now. What is your address?" Ludwig gulped as he told them. "Alright. They will be there shortly."

Then there was a click and the call was ended. Ludwig bit his lip again as he placed the phone back onto the receiver and ran upstairs to avoid looking at the boy any longer. He couldn't believe what he had done to him.

He heard the front door open as he left for his bedroom. He shook as he felt them pick up his unconscious boyfriend and carry him out of the house and to the ambulance. He rushed down the stairs as they were about to leave.

"L-Let me come to." He spoke softly. The EMT nodded softly as she opened the back door of the ambulance, there Feliciano was, unconscious and hardly breathing. They worked to get him back awake, his heart rate was dropping terribly.

'Please be okay..' Ludwig thought as he clutched his boyfriend's pale hand.

"Please wake up..." He whispered out as he watched the boy's face. Feliciano made no move at the touch, still unconscious in the hospital bed.