It was quiet. There were no birds chirping outside of the open window that had the pure white curtains blowing through. No sounds of footsteps outside the door and echoing throughout the empty hallways even though the building is usually a very busy place. And...no one speaking. Despite the fact that there are two people in the room. One of the men was currently resting in a bed, covered in white sheets and sleeping soundlessly on fluffy pillows. His arm had been wrapped in bandages after the cut was stitched closed. The wound had been a pretty deep one. A few other bandaids and minor scratches could be visibly seen on Lovino's face and upper arms. The other man was sitting, his legs crossed and his chin resting in his palm as he stared out the open window, in an arm-chair just across the room. Antonio had been brought to the hospital, along with the two Vargas brothers due to the fact that the latter had been seriously injured in a car wreck not even two blocks from the Spaniard's own home. His green eyes scanned over the little garden at the very bottom that the hospital has placed in the front of the building to greet visitors that came to see their loved ones or whoever in the hospital. Antonio let out a sigh and slowly pushed himself out his chair to walk over to the sleeping Italian. He brushed back Lovino's auburn bangs and smiled to himself.
"Wh-What the fuck are you doing...?"
Antonio froze on the spot when he heard the other speak. Green orbs met with slightly angry hazel ones.
"Lovino...? You're-..." The Spaniard grinned from ear to ear and couldn't contain his excitement that Lovino has finally woken up. "Dios mio, you're okay~! That's great!" Antonio tried to lean down and hug him, but he immediately got a palm slammed into his face to hold him off.
"D-Don't try to hug me you bastard! I'm in a hospital bed if you haven't noticed!" Lovino's cheeks were dusted with a rosy hue and his signature scowl was on his face. Antonio whined childishly and waved his arms in front of him to try and hug him again, but was still held off by the hand pushing him back.
"But I want to hug you Lovi~! I haven't seen you in years!"
"I don't fucking care!"
"But...por favooooore?" Antonio puffed out a tan cheek in a pout as he manuvered his head so Lovino's hand was barely on his face anymore. Lovino narrowed his eyes at him and let out an irritated growl. He dropped his hand back onto the bed and openeed his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Antonio pulled the other to his chest in a hug. "I missed you, Lovi! I can't believe it's been five years, si? How you've grown~." Antonio gushed happily.
Lovino squirmed around in his arms awkwardly and tried to hide the large blush that creeped it's way onto his cheeks. "W-Well after five fucking years, of course I've grown you idiota." He muttered and turned his gaze towards the window.
Antonio let out a small chuckle and nodded as he pulled away to stand up. "Si, si. I know." His stare softened and he smiled at him. "So...why'd you decide to come back Lovi? I thought you said-.."
"Nonno died..."
There was a long pause in the room as both men stared at each other for a long. Antonio didn't know what to say. Romolus was the youngest and healthiest grandfather he's ever met!
"¿Q-Qué?" Was all Antonio could manage to say at the time.
"Are you fucking deaf!" Lovino suddenly shouted and snapped his head back towards the other's direction. His eyes were narrowed into a glare and Antonio could see that Lovino was trying his hardest not to cry. A wave of sympathy washed over him as he took a step forward and stood over Lovino. "N-Nonno died...a few weeks ago damn it.." His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence and Lovino bit his lip to choke back his sobs that tried to claw it's way out of his throat. He took a deep breath and his hands clenched into tight fists as he lowered his head. "Stupid b-bastard...I didn't even...I-." Lovino couldn't even finish his sentence as tears started to roll down his cheeks and he started to sob loudly, burying his face in his hands. Antonio watched him with sympathy and took a seat next to him on the hospital bed. He decided not to say anything at the moment because he might just make it worse.
"Lovi-I'm...I-."
"Don't." Lovino snapped at him before he finished. "I...I d-don't need your damn s-sympa-athy!" His shoulders continued to shake from the held back cries, but tears still managed to escape down his face. Lovino stared up at the looming Spaniard for a moment through his darkened, auburn hair with puffy, red hazel eyes before he broke down again and pulled his knees up to his chest. He let out a hiss of pain since his body was still wounded from the scratches and whatnot. Antonio frowned at the other's actions and moved closer to him.
"Mi amigo...you shouldn't move around so much. You're hurt..."
"N-No shi-it!" The Italian hiccuped and glared at him harshly. He immediately buried his face again and continued to weep. "N-Nonno...d-damn it you bastard. Why'd yo-ou have t-to go and die..?" He managed to say quietly and Antonio could only watch helplessly next to him. Antonio let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his curly, brown hair. The room became quiet once again. Except the loud crying Lovino was emitting from the corner of the room. His hiccuping began to stop and his crying started to die down to occasion sniffling and whimpers. Antonio bit his lip as he stared at the dirty, white tiles on the floor. What should he say? Should he even say anything at all? Even so, what is there to say to him after all that has happened? Antonio's mind was racing with a million questions per minute and he could feel a headache starting to come on. He slowly closed his eyes and propped his back against the wall.
"Is...Is fratello okay?"
Antonio snapped his eyes back open and sat up, looking down at the Italian. His eyes looked dull, lifeless, and...worried. Antonio couldn't see that furious, snappy Italian spark in his eyes anymore and it worried him. He didn't like seeing his friend like this...Not after he finally got to see him again.
"S-Si...He'll be okay, Lovi. Dr. Beilschmidt explained it to me. He even said that /you/ would be able to be released today~! Feli though...he will have to stay for a while.." He explained nervously.
"A while?" Lovino narrowed his eyes at him. "How long is /a while/?"
"For, uh...at least four-five weeks? Maybe?"
Lovino's eyes widened at those words and clenched his hands around the cheap hospital sheets, bunching it up angrily. "Four...to five /weeks/?" He shouted loudly at Antonio.
"Si! Lo siento! I...I didn't think you'd be to upset since he'll be fine by the end of it!" Antonio raised his arms over his head as reflex, but the usual whack from Lovino never came. Instead, he slowly lowered his arms to see that the other was staring at the window with a uncharacteristic calm expression on his face.
"Hey...Antonio..." He muttered without looking back.
"Hm? What is it?"
"Can...Can you go and tell Feli that I'm sorry?"
"You can tell him yourself if you'd like." A voice suddenly said before Antonio could even open his mouth. Both men turned towards the door to spot the doctor standing there. His blonde hair was slicked back and his eyes were a piercing sky-blue. By the he talked, Antonio and Lovino could tell that he could've originated from Germany since his accent was so heavy. The man took a few steps towards them and pushed Lovino back onto the bed so he wasn't sitting up anymore. While he was checking him to make sure he was well enough to even be moving, Lovino was trying to say something.
"C-Cosa?" He finally managed to speak out. Then he shot right back up and grabbed the collar of the doctor, snarling harshly at him. "Where the hell is my brother you bastard?"
The German did not even flinch at his aggresion, but simply peeled Lovino's hand away from his shirt. He fixed his collar and let out a sigh. "Antonio. If Mr. Vargas would allow you, you can take him to Feliciano's room. It's not to far from here. Room 317."
Antonio smiled happily. "Of course, Ludwig~! Thank you so much."
Ludwig smiled a bit at him and nodded curtly. "Just doing my job, Toni."
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait!" Lovino blurted out next to them and the other two guys looked towards him. He pointed an accusing finger at Ludwig, who only blinked in slight surprise. "YOU. I fucking remember you! You're that damned potato bastard that my little brother hung out with all of the time! How the hell did you become a /doctor/!" Lovino huffed and waved his arms around dramatically like the Italian he is. Antonio chuckled at his antics and slung an arm around Ludwig.
"Because he's really smart, Lovi~! Unlike me. I only became a teacher at Hetalia Elementary. You know? The one by my house?"
Lovino let out an aggrevated growl and collapsed back onto his pillow. He tilted his head to look at Antonio with a blank stare. "I always knew you were a pedo."
"H-Hey! I am not!" Antonio pouted and then laughed loudly.
"What's so funny damn it!"
"You. I'm just glad you're back to your usual self."
"S-Shut up bastard..."
Ludwig cleared his throat to get their attention back. "Now then. Antonio. If you'd please help Mr. Vargas to his feet, you may follow me to Feliciano's room." Antonio nodded his head and stood over Lovino, extending his arms.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm going to carry you mi amigo!"
"Like hell you are! Just...help me off of the bed you bastard!"
"But Loviiiii~!"
"N-CHIGIII!" Lovino shrieked when Antonio ignored his complaints and swooped down to pick the other up bridal style. "P-P-Put me down you dumb ass!"
"I don't wanna!"
"Antonio. Put him down. I don't think I would want to hear him complaining the whole time we're walking down the hall. It might disturb the other patients."
"Yeah! What the potato bastard sa-HEY! WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!"
"Lovi! Stop squirming! I'm gonna-OW! Don't kick! I'm gonna drop y-Dios mio, are you okay!"
"You fucking bastaaaaard!"