"Brother, I think you should call her down." Ludwig glanced at the stairway as he spoke, anxiously predicting when (name) would rush down.
"No way!" Gilbert stuffed his cheeks with more pancakes and continued, "Why do I have to do it?"
"You know (name) longer so you're closer to her than me. And please don't talk while you're chewing, it's hard to understand what you're talking about."
"What are you talking about, Lud?" Gilbert swallowed the last bite of his breakfast. "(name)'s like a nice, caring elder sister to you! Me? She hits my awesome, handsome face with a frying pan like Hungary for God's sake!"
Ludwig sighed and flicked his gaze to the stairway again then at his brother's empty plate, smeared with syrup. "I'll make more pancakes if you could persuade (name) to come down."
"With extra maple syrup?" Interest sparked in the albino's red eyes.
"Why not?"
"At your service!" Gilbert declared, instantly jumping to his feet and pounded upstairs.
The door slammed open and you flinched away from bright sunlight and the person who rudely intruded the room.
"Giilllbeeerrrttt…" you groaned as the intruder strode to your bed. "Get the hell out of my room."
"C'mon, get down already. My pancakes are at stake here."
Gilbert tore away the covers and grabbed your wrist. You hung limply like a ragdoll from his grasp as he effortlessly dragged you up.
"H-hey, you alright? You're all pale. Are you sick?"
"I'm not sick and I don't want to go down." you mumbled as he strained to hear your voice.
"What do you mean you're not sick? You could barely move." He sat next to you at the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, keeping you close. True to his words, you could barely support your body. You gazed into his vermillion eyes. You would smile if you could; it was rare to find earnest concern there.
"I'm not sick." you repeated. "I'm just exhausted."
"Same thing." he stubbornly retorted. "What's wrong, (name)? Why are you so weak all of a sudden?"
"Nothing, I just want to sleep."
"Oh, come on (name). I'm not that stupid. I've known you for a long time and I know you're lying."
You hesitated, your fingers nervously fidgeting on your lap. Should you tell him? How would he take it? Could he cope? You gave a long, tired sigh and made up your mind.
"Have you looked at the world map recently?" you asked, your voice quivering.
"No, not really. Why?" You could see fear lurk in his eyes. He probably already guessed it.
"I'm disappearing, Gil. I'm not a country anymore."