Thanks to my friend who will not divulge me her fanfic username for revising and helping me with this story.
Italy took the elevator down to the lobby, and hailed a cab. He wanted to get this mess over with as quickly as possible. " Vienna General Hospital, please"
" Alright, sir". He quickly settled in for the ride. Within ten minutes however, he received another call. " Ciao! This is Feliciano."
"Hey Italy it's Prussia. Did you..um...get the call about Germany and Romano?" Italy heard Prussia's voice crack. He must not know that it's all a mistake!
"Yah, I know about that! I'm on the way over there to sort out that mess! It's just a silly mistake" He heard Prussia take a deep, shaky breath.
" Listen Italy, the thing is, I think it might not be a mistake. I think it's true that it's them. " Italy couldn't believe what he was saying. Germany and Romano weren't dead. They couldn't be.
"If you say so Prussia!"
"How about this Italy. Why don't you just wait for me at the entrance, ok?" "
Okey dokey Prussia. See you there."
"Ja, see you there Italy." Prussia said as Italy hung up and sat back. Silly Prussia worrying about nothing. Everything would be just fine. But there was a piece of his mind that understood, that it really wasn't fine, and that it wouldn't be for a long time.
America ran down the stairs. He nearly fell, and he nearly ran into people, but he didn't care. He needed to get to the hospital NOW. He got to the lobby and ran outside. He stole a cab from another person. The person yelled in outrage, but the blonde didn't care.
"Vienna General Hospital. It's double if you get me there as quick as possible"
"Sir, are you alright? "
"I'm fine, just get there fast!"
"Yes sir." The driver said, starting the car. Alfred sat back, God he was exhausted. He focused on his breathing. He had to wait now. It was agonizing. He didn't notice his phone ringing until the cabbie mentioned it.
"Hello, this is Alfred."
"Hey, this is Prussia. I'm guessing from the sound of your voice you heard about England"
"Yeah, I did." America was struggling to keep it together.
"Well, it's the same with Romano, and" He heard Prussia clear his throat " And Germany and Hungary."
"Oh God. " He couldn't comprehend this. There was no way so many countries could be dead. This had never happened so suddenly before. Oh God this couldn't be happening
"I'm on the way to the hospital too. So are Italy and Spain, but, Italy's...In denial i think. He thinks it's all a mistake. This is such a fucking mess. Anyway, I was thinking that we should meet at the entrance. So we don't have to do this...Alone." Prussia faltered. The last thing America wanted to see was others being upset., but he wanted to be with them anyway. Hell, it might even make it easier to...do what he was about to do if someone was there with him.
"Yah, I guess Ill see you there. Bye." " Bye" America closed the phone. He wanted to escape so badly, but the only way was to go inside of himself, to shut his brain down. Which is exactly what he did.
Spain ran down the stairs feeling the need to keep moving, so he could stop thinking, if just for a moment. But he couldn't. Antonio's heart kept beating his name. Romano Romano Romano Romano. Tears streamed down his face. He saw people staring, but he kept going. He ran down through the lobby, and sprinted down the street, until he found an empty cab. He was crying so hard that he could barely give the directions to the hospital. The cabbie turned around and looked him in the eye.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to call someone, or get help, or something?"
"I'm fine, I'm just doing...something at the hospital."
"Alright, I'll get you there fast" Spain failed to reply. He was still crying, and he was trying to calm down, but he couldn't. He felt his phone buzz.
"Hel-lo? "
"Hi Spain. This is Prussia. I'm just going to assume that you heard about Romano." Hearing Prussia's voice was a bit calming. Not much, but it helped to know Prussia was still there. Spain started to cry harder.
"I'm gonna make this quick, It wasn't just Romano. It was England, and... Germany and Hungary. I'm on the way to the hospital too. Meet me outside of he entrance, ok? Bye." Prussia hung up. Spain couldn't handle this. Not only was his Romano was dead, but his friends and colleagues as well? Spain knew everyone else would be crushed. He curled up in a ball, and began to sob. He sobbed so hard that he could barely breathe. He thought to himself, How will any of us make it through this?
Prussia ran to the elevator. He couldn't quite handle stairs like he used to be able to, and the elevator was faster any way. He ran to the car garage. Unlike, the other countries, he, Germany, and Hungary had driven the world conference. His hands were shaking so hard it took several tries for him to get the key in the ignition. He thought for a split second that he shouldn't be driving, but he pushed the thought away. Too late now. The albino got in and immediately called Italy. The guy was in such denial that he couldn't just let him go in there and see them alone. So he told him to meet at the entrance. Then he decided to call America he tell him the same thing. The call with America had almost been as bad as the call to Italy. America was always so...cheerful. It was so strange to hear him sound so torn up. So he just told him to meet him at the entrance too. When he called Spain, it was even worse. His friend was crying so hard it was hard to stay on the line. Prussia had made that call really short so he wouldn't have to listen anymore. He told Spain the same thing about the entrance, figuring that everyone would get there before him. Prussia couldn't help but think that he was forgetting to call someone. It was probably nothing. He cranked up the Oomph!( a German heavy metal band)in his car so he would be able to drown out his thoughts. It almost worked, too. But he still couldn't get rid of that thought that he was forgetting something very important.
Austria was silently cursing himself for living so far away from the hospital, and for not having stayed on the phone longer. It was stupidly impulsive of him to not learn what had happened or what Hungary's condition was. He wondered if anyone else would be at the hospital. Certainly Prussia, since she and Prussia were an 'item' so to speak, and probably Germany, since he was close to Hungary. He pulled onto the autobahn. Great, he thought. Lots of traffic. Exactly what I need right now. He turned in the classical music station, hoping that it would de-stress him. It failed miserably. " I sure hope she's alright" he said to no one in particular.
