Ciao! Thank you violet-hana and teenbooks4eva, your guys reviews made me happy and all fluttery inside :D. It took me longer to write this chapter than it should have, but I just got a new haircut, so now my hairs the perfect length for my Poland and Liechtenstein cosplays that I'll be doing at MomoCon in a month, and I don't have to buy a wiggg, yay! So yeah i couldn't stop playing with it going, "Wow, it's short!"

I was listening to Keep Holding On by Avril Lavigne while writing this chapter the whole time I was like, "Thisissoboring."

I'll shut up now.


Lili's P.O.V

I found it hard to tear my eyes away from the door Desi disappeared through. I've only known her a couple weeks, but it's felt like so much longer. We have a connection, Desi was like the sister I never had. I love my brother to death, but he can't ever take the place in a girl's heart reserved for her sister.

We were all silent for a minute, I don't think that the boys realized it, but that could have just been the last time we will ever see Desi alive. So much could go wrong during a surgery, and after she gets out, Desi will have to fight hard against the infections trying to take over her body.

I couldn't even think about what Desi would say when she actually saw herself for the first time; she would no doubt be horrified by the burns that littered her body, staining her pretty skin red, black, and white. There was a high possibility of her developing Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which would only make her healing progress slower. If she gave up on trying to get better all together, there was really nothing we'd be able to do to change her mind. What happens if she gives up? I don't know, and I don't want to find out. I only know it isn't good.

"She didn't mean it you know."

I tore my gaze away from the door my friend had gone through moments earlier, to look at who had spoken. Lovino had his hazel eyes locked with Gilbert's scarlet ones; he clenched his hands into fists.

"What do you mean?" Gilbert questioned Lovi, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"She doesn't love you, she's gone crazy. In a couple days she probably won't even remember what happened tonight."

"Ja, I know."

"Why are you even with her? If you're so awesome you could have pretty much any damn girl in the world! Why some breakable little human?"

"Because I care for her."

"No you don't. She's just your little interest for the moment, and soon enough she's going to find you with someone else, and she's so stupid it'll already be to late for her to just dump you, you'll have her wrapped around your finger."

"Nein, she isn't stupid, and I won't hurt her like that. Cheating is unawesome, just like being a dick and using someone."

Lovi got into Gil's face, tonight's events have gotten to him, you could see it in his eyes, they were filled with anger and grief. Gil stood his ground against the angry Italian, not looking a bit afraid.

"When you hurt her, I'll fucking kill you." Lovi spat out every word, and then stalked out of the room, pushing past me on his way to the door.

I held out my arms to steady myself so I didn't fall to the ground, and Gilbert held my arm, assisting me.

"D-Danke." I stuttered out, and Gil started leaving the room too, so I followed him. "Where are you going?"

"Waiting room, I'd go to check on Feliciano but I'd rather not encounter Lovino again."

We walked through the trauma hallway, and Gilbert stopped a nurse, "Entschuldigen Sie mich, where does the family of people in surgery go for updates?"

The nurse pointed to a door on our right, "Go through there and keep to the left, you'll know the room when you see it."

Gilbert thanked her and walked off at a brisk pace, his long strides covered more distance then my small ones, so I was practically running to keep up with him. The beige walls of the hospital all looked the same to me, and I couldn't tell you whether we were going around in circles or not to save my life.

Gilbert turned left at the first intersection, then again at the next one, and again.

He stopped suddenly and I ran into his back, not expecting his movement to cease. When I situated myself again, I peeked out from behind Gil at the O.R waiting room.

People were sitting by themselves on hard metal chairs pushed up on the wall, while others were huddled in groups around one of the few couches in the room. Each couch was a different color, and none of them went together, I smiled, knowing Desi would try and call a citizen's arrest on whoever picked out the furniture for this particular room.

Gilbert plopped into a metal chair and stared at the double doors that everyone was watching, waiting for news about their loved ones. I sat down next to him and smoothed out the wrinkles on the small dress I wore to bed. No matter how I smoothed it, the wrinkles on the pink satin kept popping up, much to my annoyance.

I sat quietly for a moment, ignoring my dress, and stared at the door with Gil. After a couple minutes I thought I should inform him, "Gilbert, you know that this is going to take a long time, right?"

"Ja."

"They have to repair her nerves, and do some skin grafting; it's going to take hours."

"Skin grafting?"

"Yes. A skin graft is when they take skin from your body and move it from place to another so it can heal, Desi doesn't have enough healthy skin so they're going to be doing an allograph."

"Allograft?"

"They take the skin from a cadaver."

"Cadaver?"

"Gilbert, you don't know any medical terms do you?"

"Nein."

"A dead body." I finished and took a breath, a bit peeved that I'd have to explain a medical procedure to someone who should know after living for so long. Gil blinked at me.

"Desideria's going to have a dead person's skin?"

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, "Yes."

Gilbert swallowed hard, and bit the inside of his lip, "That's- that's so-"

"Disgusting?" I offered for him, and he nodded, "Don't you ever say that to Desi, she needs all the emotional support she can get after this ordeal, and you being grossed out by her skin is going to mess her up, seeing as she thinks you like her for her and not who she is on the outside."

"I do," Gil muttered softly, running a hand through his silver locks, "but she had such pretty skin, what's going to become of it now?"

"It depends on if the doctors can do well in plastic surgery and if Desi has the will to keep going on to get better."

"Then she will be fine." Gil concluded and focused all f his attention to the doors, forgetting everything I told him about the waiting.

Gil was pretty hopeful that Desi could pull through emotionally, but I wasn't as sure. Desi was a teenage girl; she was 16, that's too young of an age to be disfigured in anyway.

In a week she should be worrying about where Gilbert was going to take her on a date, not about if she will survive another surgery, can continue battling the infections fighting to take over her body, and about how she will look when this is all over.

I've lived much, much longer than Desi, even though we were both physically the same age, I was hundreds of years older, being old enough to remember the time when the Holy Roman Empire still existed on earth, and owned rights to my country.

I cracked my neck, I wasn't supposed to do it because it would hurt later and it gave Vash headaches, but I was starting to feel old, so I felt the need to crack some bones.


Gil's P.O.V

I don't know how Lili was able to fall asleep like that, one second she was cracking her neck, and the other she's pressed up on me dead to the world. When she was awake, she looks too much like Vash for my tastes, but when she's asleep she's pretty cute, but not in the same way as Desi.

I put my arm around her, holding her in place so she didn't fall off the chair. I didn't have any bad intentions, so I don't know why when Vash found me like this ten minutes later he bust a tit. Figuratively speaking anyways.

Vash having a fit wasn't very awesome of him considering where we were, so I quickly handed Lili over to him to get him to shut the hell up. He shot me one last glare, and carried his little sister princess style out of the waiting room.

I took my IPod out of my pocket, where it always stayed and rarely ever left. I shoved the ear buds in and let myself drown in the music. Each song carried a new meaning with it, a new story. Each song held different feelings, different lyrics that meant different things to different people.

Being different is what makes a person. If people weren't different, we'd all just be faceless aliens with no purpose.

I think it was an hour later when my phone started vibrating. I thought I was too tired to look at it, but I found my hand bringing it to my face anyways.

Ludwig: How is everything on your end?

You: No news yet.

Ludwig: That could be a good thing.

You: What about Feliciano and Lovino, how are they?

Ludwig: They are grieving, even if Desideria is not dead, they are hurt. It looks like we will be taking care of her monkey until Desi is released, too.

You: That's fine. But why?

I heard the creak of a door and my gaze shot up to the place that has been holding my eyes hostage ever since I sat down. A surgeon walked out of it, and I could feel the tension in the room rise. Someone was about to either get really good news, or terrible news.

When the doctor started walking my way, I froze. Not being able to look at my now vibrating phone, just focusing on the surgeon that could be carrying news on Desi. There was a small amount of blood on the surgeon's cheek. I was sure she thought she had removed all evidence of a bloody surgery, but had forgotten about wiping off her face.

I let out the breath I'd been holding in as she walked past me, not knowing if it was out of relief or disappointment. I turned my head to see who she'd deliver news to. She walked slowly, too slowly for anyone's tastes, everyone eager to know if their loved ones are alive or not.

The surgeon stopped in front of an old woman, who was accompanied by a younger man, who I guessed to be her son. The old woman looked so frail, so helpless; I wanted so much for the news to be good. The surgeon started talking, waving her hands around. She must be Italian.

I knew my wants for good news were worthless when the old woman fell out of her chair, onto the ground, her body shaking with sobs. Her son put an arm around her, hurting as well, but trying to comfort her as best he could.

I had to look away from the immobilized woman; I could hear the surgeon uttering her deepest apologies, then her footsteps as she walked away. The clack of her heels grew thin as she got further and further away, until I couldn't hear them anymore, and the only sound filling the room was the crying old lady on the floor.

I tried to block out her cries, as they were weakening my resolve, I could feel a dull burning behind my eyes, and I focused on everything else in the room. I absorbed the ugly beige wallpaper, the stainless white tiles, and the sterile smell lingering in the air. This whole room was depressing. I found myself suffocating.

I got out of my chair and walked out the automatic doors that lead to the front of the hospital. The freezing air hit me hard, I didn't have a jacket, but the cold didn't bother me as much as it should have. I accepted it gratefully, gulping down the air like I'd been underwater for hours.

How unawesome, being forced to this lame version of me after seeing an old woman cry. I listened to the chatter of the people on the street, and the cars honking and driving past. I never took my eyes off the moon, full and shining.

The white orb seemed to mock me. Ha ha Gil, look at you, stuck down there worrying, while I'm up here being all bright and shiny, blah, blah, blah-

"Shut the hell up moon." I spat at it, causing some people who were near me to gaze at me, confused. I spun around and stalked back into the hell hole people called a place of healing.


I'm very sorry for the short chapter, only 2k words, but waiting is kind of hard to drag out, soyeah.

Finding out the relationship between HRE and Liechtenstein was a surprise, like, noway.

OH, So I'm doing one of those "Send your letters to 'Insert name here'" kinda things, I think someone should send in a letter, cause no one has ever done this particular state and it bothers me. You should send a letter. Seriously.

~Ayai