Chapter 7: Switzer-
Mixalis: OH COME ON!
Keiko: O_O Mixalis, what are you doing?
Mixalis: (glares at Keiko, backing her against the wall, poking her (forehead) Listen here you, I've been patient for a few months now, and I WANT ANSWERS!
Keiko: (Has her ears back in fear, his eyes wide) But... but I was sick... and...I had to deal with stress...and..and..but..
Mixalis: This wasn't even in your dream, this is something you're coming up with to keep me from hearing the ending. (Pouts and turns her back on Keiko who looks bewildered)
Keiko: O_o? How did you know I was making this part up.
Mixalis: (looks back in surprise and anger) ARGH! I didn't until just now, just skip Switzerland, before I skin your ass alive. (holds out sword)
Keiko: O_O (Sweatdrop and backs up, holding her hands up) It will be a short chapter, promise, and then I'll load the next chapter up tomorrow.
Mixalis: Promise? (glares)
Keiko: Promise. (looks worriedly, gulping)
Chapter 7: Switzerland
Austria holds his side in pain, pushing himself to run, trying to get to his destination. He was breathing raggedly, not stopping, not turning back; trying not to fall down for he knew if he did, he wouldn't get back up. He wasn't even thinking at this point, he was just running blindly at this point. But he knew where he was going this familiar tread, the familiar streets. He was heading for the one place he remembered feeling safe whenever he was hurt badly like he was now, Switzerland's house. Switzerland always knew what to do, how to help him, and he needed him more than ever now. He gasps out, his side spurting out more blood the more he moved, leaving a trail of red down the path. He was stumbling more now, feeling light headed from the blood loss. He didn't know where Hungary had gone but at least she was safe, he could feel that she was safe, and that's all he needed. He didn't know how France had known or what had happened to him. He was just thankful that France had arrived when he did, if he had been a few minutes late. Austria pushes the thought aside, speeding up as
he recognized his surroundings. He was desperate now. All he knew was that he needed help now, or else he would die. Even now he was feeling cold, never a good sign to a gunshot victim. He was seeing spots before his eyes as he heading for the house. The lights shining from inside it lift his spirits and give him the much needed moral boost. He had hope now, Switzerland was home. He speeds up, more blood flowing through his hands, hoping he could get to the house before he passed out, or fell, both of which he was in danger of. He nears the house his knees feeling like they were about to give out from under him.
"Hilfe!" he yells, hoping that Switzerland or somebody would hear him knowing he wouldn't get near enough to the house to knock on the door. He just prayed he was in earshot. "HILFE!" he groans, collapsing on the ground, unable to continue. "Hilfe bitte!" he begs, his breath hitching.
Switzerland is his house, growling as heard Austria's voice outside, yelling.
Why do I hear Austria? Austria would never come here. It must be a memory toying with me. Those seem to be coming more and more these days.
Switzerland sighs and shakes his head, thinking he was reliving a memory. He seemed to be doing that more and more recently, random events triggering the trips back in time. He pays it no mind continuing his reading of the newspaper in his hands. Liechtenstein however looks up, listening carefully to the yells outside. She looks at her big brother, waiting for him to get up and go see what the racket was all about. Switzerland feels Liechtenstein staring at him and he looks over the paper at her.
"What?" he asks, wondering why she was staring at him, looking as if she wanted him to do something.
She looks down, shyly, "Um, Nii-chan, aren't you going to help him?" she asks.
"Help?" he asks, looking out the window. "You mean… that's actually his voice?" he says, his fingers itching to get up, now knowing it wasn't a memory. She nods, looking at Switzerland and then out the window. He looks up in worry, not hearing anything anymore, his ears straining to hear. He groans, not hearing a sound except his own heartbeat and the steady hum of the Air conditioner.
He's probably just calling wolf. Nothing's the matter, it's just a trick.
He sighs, going back to his paper. "He's probably doing it just to get on my nerves or something stupid," he says, opening his newspaper back up forcefully, ripping it in half. He growls, placing it on the table beside him, grabbing up a glass of water.
Austria struggles to get up looking at the house a few hundred feet from him, but it couldn't be further away. He could feel his vision trying to fade away, but he couldn't black out yet, not when he was so close to help. He groans, taking a deep breath to yell again. "Help, I've..." He struggles to finish. "I've been shot! Please Switzerland... I beg you!" he says, falling down on his face, "Bitte...bitte..." he says, balling up his hands into fists.
SCHUSS?
The one word hits Switzerland's ears and goes straight to his heart, the man's heart rising in his throat. Switzerland almost chokes on his water, dashing out of the room and heading out the door. He heard the pain, the desperation, in Austria's voice then, now that he was listening out for his voice. He flicks on the porch light, spotting Austria trying to stand up about 500 feet away from his house, blood all over his clothes. Switzerland's eyes go wide, hearing his heart pound in fear at the sight of Austria, the nation looking like he was hanging on by a thread. He dashes towards him, the hate of his enemy gone, instead reminded of their past friendship. Switzerland kneels down beside Austria, helping him up off the ground, slinging Austria's arm over his neck to support him. Austria sucks in a deep
breath, hissing at the pain erupting in his side at standing up. Switzerland winces at the sound, knowing his friend was hurt, and hurt bad.
"Roderick, who did this to you?" he yells, helping Austria towards the house, the nation having trouble moving his legs. Just seeing the nation in this condition was heartbreaking, the proud nation, the young master, weak and vulnerable.
How can you even call yourself a knight?
Switzerland shakes his head at the memory of carrying him home after Hungary beat him to within an inch of his life long ago. Austria groans, Switzerland helping him through the door, sitting him in a chair. "It..." He coughs, feeling the blood flowing down his leg, "It was Feliciano," he says.
Switzerland looks up bewildered. "Italy? Impossible, he couldn't hurt a fly!" he says, motioning for Liechtenstein to get the first aid kit.
Liechtenstein looks, her eyes widening in fear and looking upset. She nods quickly, staring at Austria's state, looking very worried for him. She rushes off, Switzerland helping Austria lay down on the ground, Austria groaning as he laid down. Austria grabs a footstool and places it under Austria's legs, to elevate them. He didn't need Austria going into shock.
Austria looks feverishly up at Switzerland, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Te... tell that to Romano and Spain..." he says, remembering that Italy had told him that he killed them also.
Switzerland couldn't believe it, the words not seeming to belong together, not connecting to his knowledge of the happy go lucky nation. Switzerland shakes his head, pushing the confusing thoughts out of his head. He needed to focus on the problem at hand, and help his friend, Austria. Switzerland sighs, taking off Austria's shirt, the nation yelping as it was ripped off his wound, the wound already healing slightly, catching some of the fabric in it. Switzerland groans, that wasn't going to be good, seeing the blood on Austria's side, the nation looking paler by the second. The wound had dirt in it from when Austria had fallen outside his house, and a dirty would was more likely to get infected. Switzerland groans, placing his hand over the still bleeding wound, making sure he had enough pressure on it. He sees Liechtenstein rush back and looks at her, seeing her trembling at the sight of the blood.
"Get me some water and a bucket and peroxide, I need to clean this," Switzerland says, seeing the damage on his friend's side.
She rushes into the bathroom, getting a washcloth and a bucket from under the sink. She gives them to Switzerland, seeing his friend hurting like hell. Switzerland looks at the pained expression on Austria's face, worrying over him.
The bullet must still be in the wound if it is causing Austria this much pain.
Switzerland gasps as he realizes the truth.
Austria must've got attacked at his home. In his pain and desperation he came all the way here, instead of heading to the hospital, which is closer than my house is.
He looks up at Austria, feeling tears trying to come to his eyes.
Austria came to me, just like he did when we were little.
He sighs, smiling and shaking his head.
I can never get rid of Austria, even if I wanted to. He always relied on me. We were the best of friends.
Wo haben die Dinge gehen bei uns falsch?
Switzerland wet the washcloth and places it on Austria's side, trying to be gentle in cleaning the dried blood off Austria.
Austria hisses as the water touches the wound, aggravating it. Switzerland gasps he sees why Austria was hurting so bad and losing so much blood. His side was shot and had a huge wound, coming from running with the wound cutting through the side of his side, leaving the muscle weakened. There was no bullet, just torn muscle. He needed to disinfect it, to get all the dirt out of it before he got infected. He grabs some peroxide and pours it right on the wound, the liquid
foaming up white and turning red from the blood. Austria groans, feeling the bubbling up of the foam, covering every square inch of the wound, looking like red cauliflower. Switzerland groans, looking down at Austria worriedly.
Austria sighs, feeling Switzerland looking at him. "Vielen dank," he says, Switzerland gasping at the gesture.
He smiles. He hadn't heard Austria thank him in a long time. "You're welcome, now stay still so I can treat you," he says, pressing the wash rag up against the wound.
Austria yelps, feeling the cold rag on his side was a relief but it hurt like hell too. Switzerland didn't like seeing his friend like this, but he needed to make sure it was clean off all dirt and possibly infect him. Switzerland sighs, seeing that the wound was fully clean, but still bleeding a lot. He would just have to wrap it
tight and hoped it stopped bleeding, putting just the right amount of pressure. He grabs some gauze from the First Aid Kit, and places a wad of it on the area of the wound. He takes the rest and wraps it around his stomach, encasing his abs and back in the white bandages, encircling his waist. He ties it off, layering it with some Ace wrap, pulling it tight around Austria's waist.
"There, done..." He stops, not hearing Austria. "Roderick?" He gulps, looking up, worried that he had lost too much blood.
His fears go away as he sees Austria had fallen asleep, to exhausted from his ordeal to stay awake. Austria smiles, putting the bloody washcloth in the bucket of red water, his mind calmed and knowing Austria would be ok. Liechtenstein looks at Austria in worry, and looks at her brother, surprised at the calm, happy look on her brother's face. Switzerland was actually smiling, looking more carefree and happy.
"Will he be alright?" she asks, looking at Austria.
Switzerland nods, smiling in relief. "Yeah, he will, now let's look for a blanket for him, to keep him from going into shock."
Liechtenstein relaxes, smiling as she saw her brother really happy for the first time in a long time.
I had to, I hate that Switzerland and Austria aren't friends anymore. I wish they would make up, they use to be the best of friends, Switzerland always rescuing Austria from all the battles he lost. That was a cute episode, seeing Switzerland carrying Austria on his back, and arrow sticking out of his ass. It was sweet, and then the one where Switzerland was thinking about Austria and gasps, suddenly angry, grabbing a bucket and punching his head with the bucket over his head. It reminded me of the Movie, How the Grinch Stole Chirstmas (The live actions one, not the cartoon) And he was trying to get rid of those pesky memories by whacking himself with a mallet (Aka, his sedative XD) I think they would be the best of friends if they would just sit down and talk or maybe go through a dangerous situation would bring them back together again. ((Question mark? O-o))
Mixalis: OK, I must admit, I really liked this chapter.
Keiko :See, what did I tell you?
Mixalis: Don't push it. I'm still expecting the next chapter, ASAP.
Keiko: OK, yeesh, you're more demanding than my readers, I swear.
Mixalis: XP
Keiko: Don't stick out your tongue!
Mixalis: That's what you get!
Author's note: I'm sorry. Desole. Scusa. Me paenitet. Es tut mir leid. Lo seinto. I have been through so much this year and its just been one stress after another. I swear I almost died in September, Mein Gott... stupid chest pains, which I found out were panic attacks. And then I've had family problems from hell were I think I am at the point of just giving up and hanging up any ties with them. Stupid closed minded people... grrrrrrr. Anyway, I have finally got my muse back... and am trying to at least update one chapter of everyone of my stories. OH I also has an ipod... happy news... I know they have been out for ages but still... grrrr... stupid family... anywho... I am updating this cause my muse, who has been going through a lot as well, finally updated them for Thanksgiving* Danke, Grazie, Gracious Imouto-chan~ Ok people, author's note over. Iam also trying to get back to AFTS and I'm the Villian and also Losing AMerica. I am trying desperately to get these up and apologize for making you wait almost a half of a year on its at such a curcial spot too... I feel bad. Ok enough of my blabbering... I have to go, addio! Caio! You got to love different languages~
