I am so sorry this took so long to put up! I have been so busy with school and life (what's life?) to write lately, not to mention I started writing a new book, so I've been busy with that too...As always, reviews are awesome!
Germany felt hazy. He wasn't sure where he was, or what was going on. Dizziness felt like it was covering him like a blanket, and he couldn't find his eyelids. He couldn't feel anything.
"Hey-Germany!"
A peppy voice struck Germany's ears like a stroke of thunder, and his eyes suddenly appeared as the dizziness vanished.
"I-I-ta!" He gasped, but his mouth wasn't participating with him, and all that came out of his lips was a gasping burst of air. His eyes swiveled around the room, looking for something, something that was missing.
The light in the room assaulted his eyes, but he forced them to stay open, forced them to look for his lost friend. A blond form hurried into the room, and identified itself as Britain.
"Germany, is that you? Are you awake?" Britain asked, stupid questions that Germany ignored as his eyes continued flying around in their sockets.
Another figure appeared in the room, Japan.
He bowed quickly to Britain and ushered him out, grabbing a chair and sitting down next to Germany's bed. "How are you feeling, Germany?"
His old friend looked calm enough, but Germany could tell that there was something under that mask. Germany suddenly remembered that no-one was his friend. Not after-what had happened to Italy. He scowled and looked away.
"Germany?" Japan was starting to get worried. His brow crinkled.
Germany decided he was going to stay silent. He wasn't going to speak to these people. He had since realized that he was in the hospital, though he wasn't sure why. And he knew one other thing. He was going to find some way to commit suicide. Maybe he would end up in hell forever. But his current state already felt like hell, and he was beyond caring for the length of eternity that he might risk burning for.
Since he wasn't going to speak, Germany tried to distract himself with thought.
It didn't work. Visions of Italy hanging over the edge of the bridge, screaming his love to him echoed dully through his ears. More things flickered by, Italy cooking in the kitchen, Italy standing beside him through thick and thin, Italy trying to brave, failing miserably, and looking adorable.
His voice swirled around Germany's brain, sounding like a siren, getting louder with every heartbeat.
Germany! Look at this cat! Germany, I found this great recipe! Let's make it together! Germany, I think we should go to the park and have a picnic today, it's so nice outside! Germany, Germany, Germany...
He stayed silent for a long time, and he heard Japan get up and leave. He reached for the tubes in one of his arms with one hand, but he was too weak to make it. He bent his head towards it, and just managed to bite one of the tubes in half before Japan came running back into the room, with a syringe, and Germany felt a cool prick in the crease of his arm as he was forced back into the realm of nightmares.
