Sorry, short chapter, I'm busy with school and stuff...
"Don't forget to come back home soon. I'll have lots and lots of sweets for you!" She smiled and he felt his heart jump. He was trying not to cry.
" You can still join me. " don't cry, don't cry.
" Veh, I'm sorry. I still can't, I have to stay here. But I'll see you when you're back!"
"yeah, I'll see you then." Don't cry. Don't let her see how scared you really are. Don't cry.
Germany woke up with a start. What the hell was that? He had to remind himself not to scream when he felt his friend grab his arm. His head was dying. His throat was raw. It was too much. He tried to get up, but practically fell back down when he felt a wave of nausea pass through him.
He layed back down and grabbed the Advil bottle, taking as much as he could without dying. For a few minutes, Germany stared at the ceiling, wondering what the heck just happened in his dream. It was already starting to fade, and all he could remember now was something about candy. Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore.
He lay for a minute longer before trying his luck at getting up. Luckily, this time he could stand, but the room still wouldn't stop spinning. It didn't matter, at least he could stand. The last thing he wanted was to be too sick to move, and end up looking like a pussy.
Ludwig quietly open his bedroom door and walked out, making sure not to wake the sleeping Italian in his bed. He started walking down the hall for a drink, but doubled over when he felt another wave of nausea, along with a terrible stabbing pain in his chest. He ran to the bathroom, and opened the toilet, where he proceeded to empty his stomach along with enough blood to make a regular human pass out.
Hoping that no one heard or saw him, Germany slowly stood up, still feeling pain from both his head and his chest. He started to walk down the hall, originally wanting to go back to bed, but he quickly realized he couldn't walk that far, so he settled on the couch instead. Rather than falling into a peaceful sleep, the German man passed out, and dreamt of blood, swords, and a little maid.
Japan watched as his good friend threw up, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. It was something that Germany never did, even when he drank too much. Silently, the small nation went back into his bedroom, his face full of bewilderment, and worry. Something is definitely wrong with Ludwig.