Italics= Germanys thoughts
24 Days Later
Germanys P.O.V
The worst had happened. Russia tried to supportive but despite it all nothing helped. It seemed Canada only talked to me and Prussia which usually included Italy. "I saw your BP rise when I started bleeding." He smiled slightly and looked at me. "You can hear us." The smile quickly faded as you winced a bit, and you've been cutting again. "And your point." Okay that's creepy. "Yes, when I want a reaction bad enough I will tap into your current thoughts. It is something you will have to get used to." A shaky hand rests on my own and he lifts it to kiss it. "I hear Italy speak of you in such a praising and upholding manner and I see why. I haven't told any one and wont, you get to hear the truth when they think you aren't listening." Purple eyes peer at me through slim rimmed glasses "I am so thankful that we can put our differences aside. I just wish you could awaken. Italy is so bad the poor over eats and then cant keep anything down, he cant sleep and all he does is cry and stay in here or stay glued to Prussia." At this England entered the room.
The appearance of the brit was so out of place for him. "Wow, Mattie, I didn't know you were in here, you need rest champ, your brother is awaiting your arrival in the hotel room." Baggy clothes, greasy hair, and bags under his eyes, he didn't even look good for his pirate days. "You don't look so good papa." That was the first time Mathew had said anything to anyone except I and mein family since his loss so either way it flattered England to be acknowledged. " Ay, I'll be okay, thank you Mattie." He bowed the boy farewell as Mathew left the room. "Well this certainly is a change, the great Germany down." England tried to play tough like everyone else but I heard better in his voice. He sat down or more fell into the nearest chair, putting him right next to the bed having his head in his hands. "You still look so fierce, but because of your illness Italy seems to be a bit depressed and even though we never paid much mind to you axis powers we do respect you. It's called a global economy for a reason! If one is down we all are! Especially Prussia!" He looked down, emerald bearing eyes having a certain tint to them. He was obviously medicated. "I mean I could care less but our economy is linked and lack of you overseeing your country is affecting my people!" He basically yelled this all with one breathe, trying to get himself to believe his words as well as stay upright with his eyes shut tight.
"I haven't slept in days. Mathew thinks I'm clueless but late night sobs can be heard into my room next to his. He looks at Italy and Prussia in such an understanding way." Englands eyes stayed shut while he rubbed his temples. "I never gave him the love he wanted because he was so quiet. Then one day he called me in hysterics, frightened and alone asking if I could come protect him." At this memory filling England his eyes teared up a bit and then rolled down his cheeks. "He was in his house with all the lights off, I caught him crying in a corner slumped over wearing what looked like a red hoodie." He cringed at the mention of the hoodie. "And that's when I saw the knife." He intook air sharply and hesitantly continued. "There was blood staining the floor with tears down his face and a little white stick near him. The hoodie had originally been white and so I ran to him shaking trying desperately to calm him but there seemed to be no way."
"It was a gruesome sight that there is not enough liquor and therapy in the world to cover, the sight of my little Canada in so much terrorizing agony and self hatred that the blood that covered him barely showed even the eye of his internal storm." I could almost see the sight myself. England then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle and a flask, popping a few of the white tablets into his mouth and downing it with a big swig from the flask full of what I could only assume to be rum. I awaited him to resume his story but it was about ten minutes until he proceeded. "After I drew him a hot bath and calmed him I went to make him some clam chowder and possible strawberry rhubarb pie for dinner when I returned to the bloody corner and saw the white stick again, so naturally curious I picked it up to inspect it. It didn't hit me until I saw him eat. I asked him where Russia was which I see now was wrong. He broke down and said that they broke up. After a moment I questioned him as to why and he simply said it wasn't worth it. I had asked a few more things before I snapped and asked if Russia knew he was going to be a daddy. Mathew looked so shocked and os not getting a verbal answer I thought the worst of Russia asking Mattie if Russia had forced him or if that thick coated bastard had beaten on him. Rejecting quickly I was confused trying to gauge his reaction to see whether or not he was lying to me or if he was going to freak out but it seemed the Valium I slipped into his drink was kicking in just in time. Plus I put a calming charm on him."
Iggy chuckled as he took the last swigs of the booze and finished. "Poor Mathew nor I had time to act when he was pulled into an embrace from an unknown party until I recognized the tell tale purple streak. Russia had overheard us while he was walking up the side walk to collect his things when he saw my car and heard my yelling, my big mouth is how he found out he was going to be a daddy. He didn't leave Canadas side now it seems Canada can't stand the sight of him. Yet he sticks to me and Alfred like glue, only leaving us to go odd places with your brother. I dare say they do well together." England analyzed me up and down and then said "I'm not one for the mushy stuff but we need you, you kraut puke."
Sorry it took me so long to update but I think that this was one of my favorite chapters to write. Much foreshadowing and I'm really making Canada relate to me. Any way reveiws are love and inspiration. I have so much more to this story but I gotta get off my ass and type.