Italy arrived at the hospital. He payed the cabbie and waited at the entrance. He was surprised when a few minutes later he saw America get out of a cab and head over to the entrance. Why was he here? He wouldn't have been called about Germany or Romano!
"Ciao America! What are you doing here?" He asked. The blonde looked over at him, and Italy almost gasped. His eyes just looked so...blank. It was like he was mentally gone, like he wasn't really seeing anything there.
"Dude, do you not know?"
"Yah, the hospital made a crazy mistake and said something had happened to Germany and Romano. But why are you here then?"
"Something happened to Hungary and," America paused for a moment, " and England. So that's why I'm here. It's not a mistake Italy." The Italian felt worried for just a moment. What if America and Prussia weren't wrong? But that was silly. They were alive. They had to be. It wasn't possible for them to not be.
"Oh, ok then. " They awkwardly stood in silence for a few minutes. America was seriously freaking him out. He kept silently staring off with his eyes glazed over. Italy saw another cab pull up to the entrance. He was watching as Spain got out, and the cabbie patted him on the shoulder when he gave him the money. Why was Spain crying so hard?
"Ciao Spain. Let's get this crazy mistake over with!" Spain started crying even harder. America glared at him( At least he thought he'd glared at him. It was kind of hard to tell), and the blonde pulled Spain into a hug. Italy almost started talking again, but America mouthed
"Not now ". So he stood of to the side while Spain cried into America's shoulder. He saw Prussia's old car pull into the parking lot. He watched as the man got out of his car and struggled to take his keys out of the ignition. Once he had, the albino walked towards the rag-tag group, shaking and walking in an almost zigzag pattern.
"Ciao Prussia!"
"Hey Italy." Prussia waved halfheartedly. Italy wanted to know if he knew it was all just a big mistake. At the same time though, he didn't think he could handle being told it was real again. He watched as the albino greeted America and started to hug Spain. He saw as Spain curled into to him and started to cry slightly less.
"Alright," the albino started, looking to everyone in the group. "Are you guys ready to...go in?" It seemed like he trying hard to not lose it. America nodded.
"Yeah." Spain said, but everything about him seemed to scream that he wasn't.
"Let's go." the Italian replied. Watching them all, Italy felt a slight gnawing feeling in his chest that maybe something really was wrong. But everything was fine, it was a mistake, they were alive. They had to be. Without even realizing it, he was unraveling. "Ok. Let's go in."
Spain was walking into the lobby with the others. It was wide, with ugly white walls and an ugly green tile floor. At the end of the room was desk, and young woman with her black hair talking on the phone with someone at said desk. At the left end of the room was a big colorful fish tank, but he really didn't wanted to marvel at it. He was still crying so hard that he had to heavily lean on Prussia and America. He was worried about everyone. Prussia was shaking so hard that he almost thought he was having a seizure. America had a glazed look his eyes, and it was almost as if his mind wasn't where his body was. And Italy; he couldn't figure out what it was, but something was off about him. His face kept flickering; he would be smiling and then suddenly grimace, and go back to smiling like nothing had happened. They reached the front desk. Prussia went up to talk to the woman manning it. Seeing him approach, she set the phone down. Spain was glad he was the one willing to talk about it, he appreciated that man so much. Prussia was quite possibly the only reason any of them were keeping it together. Italy rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet before bouncing off to look at the fish.
"Hello, I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, and this is Alfred Jones, Antonio Carriedo, and the one over there is Feliciano Vargas," He said, pointing to Italy. "We are here to...um.." The albino glanced back at his friends. Spain heard him lower his voice. " We're here to identify the bodies of Lovino Vargas, Alfred Kirkland, and...and...Elizabeta Héderváry and Ludwig Beilschmidt" Spain felt himself begin to cry harder. Damn, he couldn't stop crying. It was so embarrassing. The front desk woman called someone to come to the desk. It was a middle age man who came up.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jakob Steiner. I'm going to take you to a room down the hall, alright? Just follow me. " The man was of average height, with a blonde bowl cut and glasses. He wore a white lab coat that looked a bit too long for himself. Antonio felt like he was walking to his execution. Italy saw the doctor, and sprinted back to the group. Were they going straight to the bodies, or would they be told what had happened? He cried all the more from the uncertainty.
America was in a daze as he sat down in the blue room. Everything, the walls, the chairs, even the table, was blue. A computer sat on the table along with a file, and multiple boxes of tissues. That's a bad sign. Four plastic chairs sat in front of the table. A stupid motivational picture of a boat hung behind the big chair that the doctor took a seat in. He drew a deep breath. The Doctor started.
"Alright, I'm going to explain what happened. Feel free to ask questions. Let me know if you need to take a break" The room was quiet for a moment, except for Spain's sobbing. He almost looked like sharing the story was causing him pain. "At 7:30 tonight, a small private plain crashed outside of Vienna in the countryside. No one else was hurt, but they found the bodies of Arthur Kirkland, Lovino Vargas, Ludwig Beilschmidt and Elizabeta Héderváry. We found their IDs, which happened to not be destroyed in the crash. They died of intense internal injuries. They most likely didn't even feel the impact. They had very little pain at the end of there lives. I'm so sorry for your loss." America heard the others gasp, heard Spajn cry even harder, if that was even possible and heard Italy asking questions to see if there was a way that they weren't dead. He saw Prussia wince. . Why couldn't he just not ask?
The doctor closed his eyes. "Mr. Vargas, there is almost zero possibility that they are alive. I'm sorry, but they are dead. " A dark shade came over Italy's eyes, maybe he finally understood what was going on. But them his eyes brightened again.
"Well, we'll jut have to check out this mistake then." Italy concluded. The doctor looked exasperated, but nodded.
"Are you going to take us to their bodies then?" The albino's voice was equally as shaky as his body was.
"Yes, I will. Follow me."The doctor stood, followed by the others. As America stood up, he realized something. He hadn't responded. He hadn't gasped, hadn't moved, hadn't cried, hadn't anything-ed. He knew he was sad, but he didn't feel it. Well, that's bizarre. And he silently moved down the hallway with the others.
Prussia didn't want to see this. But he needed to. He was screaming at himself. He had tried to tell West not to take the stupid private plane, but he had anyway. If he'd tried just a little bit harder, they wouldn't be in this fucking mess and no one would be dead. Spain wouldn't be sobbing so hard that he had to basically carry him, America wouldn't be an emotionless zombie, and Italy wouldn't be in denial. None of this would have happened. They reached the door.
"I'm going to let the morgue assistant, Sophie, take over from here. I'm so sorry for your loss." And then the bastard left them. Wasn't he supposed to stay with them?! Prussia knew he was busy, but COME ON. Regardless, they were basically on there own now. They were guided to the tables covered with sheets. Oh Gott, there bodies were under those. Sophie and another man ( a lab tech he guessed) came over.
"We are going to pull down the sheets so you can see their faces. Are you ready?" He nodded. The others nodded as well. Sophie and the man pulled the sheets down.
Finally, Austria though as he pulled into the parking lot. That took ages. He parked, and walked to the entrance. He wondered if anyone else was there yet
