Hey! Darkangels1112 again, I kinda liked the last chapter didn't you? Ok where we left off was Germany is going into emergency surgery for his hand and then Italy shoes up and Prussia get really mad and ends up coming to the hospital. Take it away!

Prussia: darkangels1112 does not own hetalia and her story has nothing to do with actual history. Now get onto the part where I kill Italy.

Me: patience is a virtue Prussia. NOW ONTO THE STORY!

…

Prussia pulled up to the hospital and quickly parked the car and ran inside. he ran to the receptionists desk and said. "Where is Ludwig Germany?"

the receptionist looked in her files and said. "We have a Germany here he's going into emergency surgery for a torn tendon in his shoulder and for his hand. Poor guy, his hand is shattered."

"thank you!" he shouted seeing Italy. "Italy! Where is Germany?" Prussia asked starting to panic.

"he's in room 105, their about to put special super sticky glue in his arm because of what I did to it last night." Italy said feeling ashamed of himself.

"thank you Italy!" he yelled out never thinking he would ever say such a thing. He showed up at the room and looked in the window to see a conscious Germany with his eyes squeezed shut in pain. Prussia looked on in worry. The doctors where all gathered around his shoulder he saw the flap of skin being held out of the way so the doctors could see what they where doing. Just watching looked painful Prussia above all just wanted to be there next to Germany. Germany looked toward the door and with tired eyes saw Prussia and let out a small smile. One of the doctor's hands slipped and hit a muscle Germany's face twisted in pain. Prussia let out a quiet cry and sat down next to the door twiddling his thumbs.

A few hours later the surgeons walked out of the room and started to walk down the hall to a room. Prussia stood up and started to walk along side the bed and he was worriedly asking the doctors how he was. "you cant be here a doctor will come to the waiting room in thirty minutes to say Im mr. Germany is alright or not.

"its alright." Said Germany with a hoarse voice to the surgeon. He turned to Prussia and said. "Its alright I'll see you in a few minutes." Prussia stopped and let the bed go to the room.

Prussia sat in a waiting room chair he stared at the floor and bit his nails. Thiry minutes later he paced across the waiting room. "Uh Prussia are you ok?" asked Italy.

"No Im not ok." Said Prussia. "If I haddent of gotten drunk last night than I could have helped him or avoided this problem completely." One of the doctors came out and said "Mr. Prussia?"

Prussia ran up to the man. "Is he ok?" he asked the doctor.

"as far as I can tell, he's asking for you Italy." The doctor called over Prussia's shoulder. Prussia couldn't believe it he felt crushed and forgotten.

Prussia grabbed Italy's shoulder and said. "can you drive Germany home? I'm going on without him." Italy looked at Prussia.

"uh shure." Italy said unsure of what was going on.

Prussia walked out of the hospital and walked slowly to the car. He half expected Germany to run out and ask him if he was ok. He waited in the car for it but it never came.

He pulled up into the driveway he laid his forehead onto the top of the wheel and let his tears flow. I thought he loved me he said he did was all that just a lie? He walked into the house and got a suitcase and got everything that was his. And with a wet face he threw the suitcase in the back of his car and as Germany was being driven down the street by Italy he sped past. Germany saw but didn't think anything of it.

Germany walked inside with a sad Italy behind him. He went into the kitchen and looked for a note Prussia might have left. "Prussia usually leaves a note help me find it Italy." Italy walked to the refrigerater and found it imedeatly. He read it outloud.

Germany, Im sorry but I left

I need to figure things out

And I guessing you do to

If we get back together that's great if we don't

I hope your life is long and good

If you want to work out any details I'll be at the hotel aldon

Goodbye Ludwig, Prussia

Germany couldn't believe what he was hearing. Italy looked up at him to figure out what to do and found an empty shell of the man that was. Germany took the car keys and ran to the car he climbed in leaving Italy behind. And he rushed to the hotel aldon. He rushed up to the front desk and quickly asked the woman. "Where is Prussia?"

the woman took a moment to look through the data banks and said. "room 342."

"Danke!" He yelled at the woman while running over to the stairs. He ran up three floors non-stop and ran down the halls looking for room 342 he finally found it, he never stopped to catch his breath. "Prussia!" he yelled banging on the door. "Prussia what did I do?" he repeated that question for thirty minutes. He finally stopped he sat his back on the door and just started talking. "I told Italy. He's pretty torn up about it. He was hoping aloud that our relationship would be bad. Common Prussia what did I do? Just tell me and I'll fix it!"

on the other side of the door Prussia sat at the foot of his bed his hands in his lap tuning out every world Germany was saying. Prussia looked at the floor his tears fell like rain. The carpet soaked them up like a sponge.

Germany finally gave up and walked emotionless down the hall to the stairs.

Prussia heard him step away and rushed to open the door. But he didn't see Germany. He closed the door again and laid on the bed crying himself to sleep.

Germany drove home in the rain. He pulled up his driveway and turned the car off. Germany sat there staring at the wheel. He didn't hold back anymore. Hot tears streamed down his face. All the time thinking 'what did I do wrong?' Italy walked out of the house he helped Germany out of the car and walked him to the bedroom. He laid him in the bed and left him there. Germany cried himself to sleep.

Germany dreamed that he was in a war. His opponent was America. In a flash it was over. he looked around and the ground was littered with dead bodies. He looked up and America stood over him and shot him in the hand, next in the shoulder, and finally in the heart.

Germany woke up screaming. He got up and walked in the bathroom and washed his face. He leaned over the sink. He didn't even worry about he dream. He kept relaying yesterdays events in his head. The horror of finding out Prussia left him. He almost cried but he pushed the emotion away. He got dressed and left for work. He arrived at the compound. He looked around and saw the emptiness of the fields. He walked in and through as quickly as he could. A few hours later, He was working on paper work and someone walked in the door. "Herr Germany!" the man saluted him.

"stand down." Germany said with less luster than he usually did. "what is your message?" Germany asked.

"we are told that Americans have invaded here and that we should prepare for battle." The man said with a stern and steady voice.

"so be it." Germany said a little more stern

the man set a stack of papers on Germany's desk. Germany signed them without even reading them. The man took the papers and walked out.

Another man walked in. "I heard you where in the hospital yesterday. Im glad your feeling up to this battle, Herr furer says that its going to be a big one." The man said with a large smile across his face. Germany only nodded. The man walked out and lef Germany alone with his thoughts.