They stayed in the living room that night. Italy curled up on the couch with Frida, and Germany laying awkwardly on the chair. Germany was in a deep sleep, dreaming of the day before; and that was what it was…a dream. How could Feliciano be blind? I mean…that is far from possible! He's a nation! He's…he's, he just can't be blind. Ludwig half expected to wake up to a smiling Italian, and an explanation that the whole "blind thing" was a joke. But no. Instead, Ludwig awoke to a loud crashing sound. Automatically his eyes shot open and he jumped out of the chair. Frantically looking around, he saw Feliciano sprawled out on the ground on the cold kitchen floor, the kitchen hutch that held all his dishes and utensils collapsed on top of him.

"FELICIANO!" shouted Ludwig desperately, running over to aid his companion. Frida ran along side him and tried helping her master, and Amelia came running down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. She screamed and shouted something in Italian.

"SANGUE!" she screamed again, this time pointing at Italy's head. Looking down, Germany saw what she was panicking about. A huge, and ever growing puddle of blood was seeping from Italy's skull.

"Call 112 (Germany's and Italy's 911 number)now!" Amelia ran to the telephone and dialed, and in hurried Italian explained the situation. Following rushed orders over the phone, she ran to another room with an AED. While this was going on, Germany was lifting the heavy hutch from Italy's tiny, fragile body. Broken bones were obvious. His left arm was completely broken, with the bones sticking out of the skin at all angles. Ribs visibly smushed, and cuts and bruises everywhere on the barely clad man. Understanding how the AED works, Germany stripped Italy of his shirt and put the pads on Italy's heart. The monitor picked up no heart beat.

"Shock advised. Stand back." Said the AED recording. A loud 'ZAP' ripped through the room, and it caused Italy's body to shake. Another zap, and another were delivered; finally achieving the goal of reviving the heart beat.

"begin CPR." Said the recording. Without even stopping to think, Ludwig did as it ordered. 1 breath. 2 breaths. Thirty chest compressions; and repeat. He did this for ten minutes until the ambulance got to the house. The paramedics put Italy on a gurnie and ushed him, Germany, Amelia, and Frida into the Ambulance.

Italy was completely stable by the time the company had gotten to the hospital. He was checked into a room, where he had wires attached to him at all angles, and doctors tending to each cut and broken bone. After several hours of bandaging and healing, the doctors left the room. Germany was constantly checking on the heart monitor. Normal. Stable. Everything was fine. Sighing in relief, he held onto his friends hand.

"Bitte aufwachen. Bitte aufwachen..." He pleaded. Eventually, by nine pm, he passed out on Italy's bed, holding him close.

…..

"Yo! Potato Bastard!" shouted the familiar voice of the southern personification.

"Guten tag, Romano." Moaned Germany, rubbing the sleepers out of his eyes. Behind Romano, were Spain and France and Prussia. All with a sly look on their face. It took Germany a few moments to realize his position. He was in bed, with Italy…in front of everyone. Hurriedly, he tried to get up, but an arm was on top of him and would not let him go. Looking down, Italy was smiling up at him.

"FELICIANO!" shouted Germany, excitedly. Romano rushed over to his brother's other side and looked his brother over.

"You bastrdo! How dare you give me a scare like that! What were you doing! What were you thinking!" Romano continued to shout, and because of this, other voices were heard outside the room saying 'is he up?' over and over. Slowly, the room's door opened and several more people entered. America, England, Japan, Canada, Austria and Hungary. Italy tilted his head towards the sounds that came from the new guests in the room.

"Yo! Italy! Welcome back dude!" said America. The other nations joined in on their cheers of congratulations for waking up. Soon after everyone said hello to Italy, the doctor came in and ushered everyone but Germany and Romano out. The doctor said only Family, but Germany wouldn't move from his spot.

"Alright Mr. ummm…what are your names? They weren't written down." Said the doctor awkwardly.

"I am Roma…..Lovino Vargas. Older brother to Feliciano Vargas."

"I am Ludwig Beilschmidt….." he tried to think of what to say his relation to the younger Italian was, but he couldn't think of the right phrase. "Close friend to Feliciano." Not 100% accurate, but it'll do, thought Germany.

"Alright Mr. Lovino, Mr. Ludwig. It seems that Feliciano is on a full recovery and will be fine. He'll have to stay in the hospital until he is better, we do not know when that will be." She turned to Feliciano. "I'm sorry if you wanted to leave any earlier Feli, but you're going to have to stay here a bit longer." Feliciano nodded his head.

"I am Feliciano's doctor, but he's only ever had Amelia take him here, so I didn't know about his family and friends."

"umm…How often does he come here?" asked Germany, curiously

"Well, about….what? 'Least once a month. It changes with how sick he is."

"Why would he be sick so often, doctor?" asked Ludwig again. Romano looked just as curious.

"You don't know? Well, he does seem to be a private sort of person for these matters. Well, he's had several diseases. Asthma for one, so he gets sick from too much physical activity. Hemoptysis, which is where you spit up or cough up blood a lot of the time."

"But..why..how does he have this?" Romano stuttered.

"Well, its our guess that it's due to the numerous cancers he has had in his life."

"CANCERS?" Germany and Romano shouted in unicin.

"Umm..yes, with me as his doctor, I have treated several cancers. He has been able to cope with them well. In theory, he copes so well because he is a country and is immortal, so of course his body will react differently… but we don't know why, or how, or anything. All we can do is treat it, but it seems that there is no fix yet to stop his sicknesses."

"Wait, you know he is a country." The doctor nodded at Romano's question.

"Yes, he is Italy Veneziano." She said.

"Oh, well I'm Italy Romano, and this is Germany." Explained Romano. She nodded.

"Ah, well he talks enough about you two. I figured you were them." She smiled.

"anyways, he usually comes here after working too hard on anything, he is here now because he was crushed, so when he is fully aware of everything, then we will ask him what happened; but for now, we'll let him be. As will I. I have some more work to do. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me." She walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Veneziano…." Breathed a teared up Romano. "Why…why didn't you tell me?" Italy turned his head to his brother.

"Ve…I didn't…I …I was tiered of being the weak one. I didn't want to be taken care of like I was with Grandpa. I wanted to be normal, and for you to respect me as your brother, and not because you had to take care of a internally crippled person."

"Bastardo…idiota….I will always respect you! We are one country okay! I may never act like it, but I love you! You are my family and I will always take care of you, not because I have to, but because I want to. Do you understand?" Italy nodded his head slowly at his brother.

"Grazie, brother. Ti amo." Romano leaned down and kissed his brother's bandaged forehead, and hugged him gently. Teared up, Romano began to speak again.

"I'm sorry to leave so abruptly brother, but I have to leave. Boss wants to see me, so I'll visit as soon as I'm done. Alright? I'll be back!" Romano let go of his brother and fled the room, tears in his eyes.

Germany and Italy stared after Romano. When the door closed, Germany walked over to Italy.

"Italy….I wouldn't…I never would have..pushed you so hard, if you had told me. If you get sick because I pushed you in training…I…I'm so sorry." Germany began to tear up at well, blaming his friends sickness on himself.

"No. Ludwig, I trained with you because I loved time with you. Sure…I got sick..but at first, you wouldn't even hang out with me willingly! I wanted to be closer to you, and training was the perfect way…too bad I was really whiny though….bu"

"Whiny and dying are two different things! Coughing up blood and vomiting and being blind are all legitimate reasons why you shouldn't be pushed, like I have been doing to you!" Germany's voice was becoming frantic and chocked up as he tried to hold back tears.

"Ludwig Beilshmidt. You are the reason I still try to live like a normal person. You give meaning to my life, and you bring pictures and colors and emotions that I haven't ever felt or seen. Ludwig, if you ever blame yourself about me…blame yourself for the good things. I may be in pain, but I allow it to be inflicted, so I blame myself. You just blame yourself for making me the happiest person on earth every day of my life." Italy reached out and held Germany's head in his hands. Germany leaned into them and cried. "Ludwig…" Italy wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Don't cry." Italy pat the bed as a reference for Germany to join him again. Doing as asked, Germany crawled up to Italy and hugged him. It was as if the two people had swapped personalities. Italy was being very serious, and Germany was crying his eyes out, begging for forgiveness that was not needed. He would always be forgiven.