APH: Waiting To Death

Part 2

Nearly a week had passed since Germany had visited Italy. He didn't want to go back to the asylum where his friend was locked up. Germany feared if he did, Italy would completely snap. He continued living as normally as possible, trying to forget the Italian that had become such an important role in his life. Germany succeeded in going about normally for a while. If any changes were there, they were only noticed by those close to him. Thanks to Italy's absence from training, Japan was worked twice as hard as when the Italian was still there. Germany created a tougher training schedule as well, causing them both to have little time to spend with their friends. At world meetings, Germany would always be either silent or loud and easily angered by the bickering between the other countries. He also became easily annoyed by his brother. Well, more easily than before. Prussia had moved back into Germany's basement without making sure it was okay with his brother which resulted in an argument that lasted a good two days. Prussia would often come back from the bar with the other two members of the Bad Touch Trio, all three completely shitfaced. This was something that Germany was usually used to, but recently, he would sit upstairs listening to their loud drunken conversations, resisting every urge to go downstairs, beat the crap out of the three, and throw them on the side of a road. Again, just little changes. That is, until he got a phone call from the asylum.

"Hello?" Germany asked after the second ring.

"Hello, is this Ludwig? Feliciano's friend?" A male voice from the other end asked.

"Yes, who is this?" Germany replied.

"This is the asylum." The man said.

"And why are you calling me?" This came out a little harsher than intended and there was a moment of hesitation before the man from the asylum spoke again.

"Feliciano hasn't eaten anything since you visited last week."

"What? Why?" Germany practically yelled, causing his brother to look over from his spot on the couch.

"He said he won't eat unless he got to see you again." The man answered almost timidly.

"And you waited this long to tell me?!" Now Germany was shouting.

"We…we weren't sure Feliciano would be able to see you again after last week." Germany bit his bottom lip remembering the shouts that had followed him down the hall as he left his only real friend to rot in his cell.

"So? He could die, you idiot!" Germany roared into the phone.

"We know. That's why we need you to come over here. We don't really like it when our patients die, especially when it's something like this." The man said calmly.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." Germany said, barley hearing the man's thank you as he hung up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Prussia asked as Germany practically sprinted across the room to get his coat.

"I'm going to see Italy." Germany said, rushing out the door with his coat barely on.

Germany arrived at the asylum fifteen minutes later, a traffic jam putting him back a little. It took every shred of dignity he had to not run up to the plain white building. Once he had explained the situation to the receptionist at the desk, the man who had called him led Germany to Italy's cell. The man opened the door slightly, barely giving Germany enough room to squeeze through into the room. Italy had his back to the door, not even noticing the door opening. The small nation sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, though with the straightjacket on, he couldn't wrap his arms around them. Instead, Italy had just rested his head on his knees. The door slammed shut and Germany walked over to where Italy was and sat down next to him.

"So, I heard you haven't been eating." Germany said, looking out of the corner of his eye at Italy. He saw the brown-haired nation's eyes widen before turning his head to look at Germany.

"Germany!" Italy shouted, leaning on his friend's arm doing the best hug he could, considering his arms were bound by the straightjacket. "I missed you." Germany smiled and wrapped his arms around the smaller nation, pulling Italy's back onto his chest.

"Is that why you weren't eating?" Italy was silent a moment before replying.

"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't."

"Italy," Germany said, looking down at his friend.

"Why is it that much of a big deal?" Italy asked, looking at his feet.

"Well, Italy, if you don't eat enough, you could die, and no one would want that." The cell was silent for a minute. The two just sat in silence, not thinking about doing anything. All either of them really wanted to do was stay like that forever, Germany's arms wrapped around Italy, just sitting there.

"Germany?" Italy broke the silence.

"Hm?"

"Do you think you could get me out of here?" Silence fell between them again.

"I don't know. It really depends on a lot of things." Germany finally answered.

"Can you try?" Italy asked, looking up at his friend. It was obvious Italy wasn't sleeping, either. He had dark bags under his eyes and his eyelids were drooping ever so slightly. Before Germany could say anything else, the door opened.

"Mr. Beilschmidt, visiting hours are over now. You should get home." The man in the doorway said. Reluctantly, Germany let go of Italy and stood up.

"Bye, Italy. I'll visit you again, and make sure you eat while I'm gone this time." When he didn't get a response, Germany turned and walked out of the cell, the door slamming shut behind him. Just as the footsteps were beginning to disappear down the hall, Italy whispered, "You better get me out of here, Germany."

AN: So that is that...yeah...So, um, I don't know what to say...*is running on three hours of sleep* Oh wait, I do have something. Alright, so if anyone is going to Animazement this year, it'd be awesome if you could tell me :3 I'm going as Rena from Higirashi and some pictures should be on my DeviantArt account (Akatsukigirl99) soon so if you are going, give me a hug if you see me. Okay, okay. Cool.

By the way, I love reviews. They make me upload faster...just, you know, throwing that out there.