A/N: Here is chapter two. Gosh this made me cry writing it I feel so bad for doing this to my OC. Thank God Italy pops in from time to time or Tris would have starved herself. I wonder why Italy can get Tris to eat though… I know, I know, I'm the author so I should know this stuff but I'm more or less making this up as I go along. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Help Elsewhere
"-She needs serious help, Aniki! Why can't you see that?" Tristany was sitting on her bed in the dark, knees pulled up to her chest, hugging a pillow.
"What she needs is to have time to adjust. Her life has been shaken to its foundations! She needs time to heal! What would help her most is if you could just leave her alone!" A loud slap could be heard even from behind the closed door.
"Don't tell me what Tristany needs. She is my daughter and I will decide what is best for her." There was a moment of silence then Aniki said, "You don't really care about Tris, do you mom? You just care about proving that you're right."
A while later a knock sound at Tristany's door.
"Tris? Someone's here to see you." Aniki called opening his sister's door when he didn't receive an answer. "Just let me know when you're done." He muttered to the visitor.
"I will do that, grazie." Said Feliciano Vargas as he walked into Tristany's room. To call it a mess would be both inaccurate and an understatement. Place carefully on the floor were untouched meals that added up to about a week's worth as well as several dying bouquets of flowers strewn about creating a minefield. Feliciano carefully stepped over the food and flora until he stood beside his friend.
"Hey Tris." He whispered sitting down beside her. Without turning to look at him she flopped onto his lap and closed her eyes.
"Are you doing better?" Tristany shook her head.
"Worse?" Another shake of the head.
"The same?" A nod then a shrug.
"How long since you've last spoken?" Silence.
"A month?" She shook her head.
"Longer?" A nod.
"Three months?" Another nod.
"Why won't you say anything? We can't help you unless you tell us." Still silence.
"I heard your mom and dad are planning to transfer you to Hetalia World Academy. Have you heard of it?" Tristany nodded. "Yeah, it's a good school. Kids from all over the world attend school there. You'll fit right in and I go there of course." Feliciano smiled down at Tris. "And who knows maybe you'll start talking again." A slight smile flitted at the edges of Tris's mouth. She wasn't planning on ever talking again and it wasn't like it would matter once she died of starvation. Feliciano picked up the most recent plate of food, slightly warm pizza and let Tris smell it. Her mouth began to fill with saliva and her stomach growled like a ferocious beast.
"Come on, you know you want some. Here, we'll start with little bits." In that manor, coaxing and prodding, Feliciano managed to get Tris to eat the pizza, a huge win for him. When Tris was on her back, eyes half shut, digesting her food, the Italian stood and left the room.
"She ate one piece of pizza." He reported to Aniki who smiled in relief.
"Thanks Feli, don't know what I'd do without you. Is she still not talking?"
"Yeah."
"What's the deal with that I wonder?"
"The doctors haven't been able to figure it out yet?"
"No. Tris has gone to several therapy sessions but she won't talk to them no matter what they do or say to her." Feliciano's eyes darkened.
"I'm worried about her, if she doesn't turn around soon she might not be able to." Aniki leaned against the wall.
"I know but our mother doesn't care about Tris she just doesn't want to be branded a bad mother because one of her children is catatonic and mentally unstable."
"Is that what they say it is now? Last month it was mental anxiety and slight schizophrenia. We both know that the doctors don't have a clue about what's wrong with her, the only one who knows is Tristany herself and she's not going to tell us." Feliciano said, staring at Tristany's shut bedroom door.
"I know, right now our best hope is Hetalia World Academy but if that doesn't help..." Aniki trailed off at a loss for words unable to articulate the horrors that would befall his sister.