And now, an awesome speech from Yanelle :
a true fangirl would not die of anything anime or manga-related... since a
fangirl is strong, even with all odds against us, we succeed... even with the
successive nosebleeds and squealing from watching/hearing and reading our
favorites, we do not die, nor go blind nor deaf nor mute... we end up getting
stronger, more immune to epistaxis(nosebleeds) and we become stronger
(physically and maybe mentally) than what we seem to be...
a true fangirl stands up to what she believes in, but at the same time,
respects the beliefs of others, she does not, in any way, step on the ideals
of others, she takes everything into consideration, taking on facts and adding
some of her ideals with it to create her own representation...
Sorry for using it without permission! *begs for forgiveness* It was too awesome to pass up sharing it with others!
Alright, please enjoy this chapter!
I'm really sleepy so I didn't do a spell/grammar/over all suckyness review, so be warned, and please don't be like...oh you didn't say 'you're' or 'spelled this wrong...etc.
Enjoy!
Germany followed his path he took to get to the chapel, and landed back where he started. Italy's patient room. Japan was sleeping on a blanket on the ground, his jacket being used as a blanket. England was sleep sitting, legs crossed, and head resting backwards against the wall. Germany looked up at the clock wall and saw that he had been gone for three hours.
That's not even possible! He shouted in his head. It felt like he had only been gone a minute, but his perception of time seemed to be very messed up lately.
"?" asked the doctor who took Italy to pre-op and was doing his surgery. He knocked on the wall and entered before Germany had the chance to react.
"Hallo, Doctor. Where is Ita…Feliciano?"
"Alright, before I tell you how your 'husband' is, I'm going to tell you something else."
"…ja. Alright." Said Germany, slowly.
"Well…you don't have to use your human names." Said the doctor, who smiled up at Germany.
"Umm…what? What do you mean?" asked Germany awkwardly. "Human names? Hehe…" Germany was avoiding the man's eyes. How could he know about human names? Well...he has a human name..but it's his only name.
"Don't play dumb, Germany. I used to be America's doctor." He explained.
"Oh…well…then…umm…" stuttered Germany, trying to form the right words. They didn't come. But somehow the doctor knew what he was thinking…must be a doctor thing to know how to read their patients.
"I used to be America's doctor. So I know about people being nations. Sadly, American fired me, because he found out I have two fathers and he thought that I would be gay too. When he found out, he just…poof…stood up and left, and I got a call from his boss saying that I was fired." He began.
"Oh…well…then…ummm….." again, Germany still couldn't find the words…at all.
"Haha…so I understand that you and Italy aren't husbands, are you?" asked the Doctor.
"Umm..No. Sorry, we lied. England isn't our cousin and Japan isn't our step brother either." Germany laughed. The doctor joined him.
"No…I figured as much; but if you're willing to fake being family members, I'll just let you all stay."
"Umm…thank you?" said Germany. He was extremely confused. If this doctor had found they were countries…he would be able to help Italy…yes? Again, as if reading his mind, the doctor spoke again.
"So because I know your countries, I've figured out how to help your husband. But he was injured very badly…and I can guess how…was it … was it America, Germany?" he asked, a very concerned look on his face.
"I love my country…but I would know those wounds anywhere…"
"Umm..ja..indirectly. America didn't physically touch Italy…but America did organize the fight…I guess you could say."
"If you don't mind me asking…did America do it…because…well…he found out you're gay?" The doctor asked awkwardly. Pretty much this whole conversation was ten pounds of awkwardness in a five pound bag. Germany nodded.
"Ja. He's gone crazy! I've never seen him this crazy! Not even during world war two…not during the cold war…It's insane." Said Germany, putting his head in his hands in shame.
"If you don't mind could you please tell me what happened…as you already know, you have to be a certified physiatrist to be even considered to be a nation's doctor…so I already knew America had some problems…but do you think you could tell me how much he's changed…if at all. I've always known he was…well, messed up in the head." Germany complied.
"Well…at a world meeting he just went nuts…complaining about fags and homo's. It was ridiculous. So, Sweden got mad and left, then Finland, and then everyone else who had legalized gay marriage started leaving…then Romano…umm South Italy left, because of Spain….then Italy…then I left…a few hours ago, Japan and England left America as well…after the fight."
"The fight?"
"Ja….America had...taken me and Italy captive I guess you could say…." Germany finished explaining all the events that had taken place in the past few days. How good it felt to finally tell someone what had happened…someone who wasn't there…
"Wow…looks like it's gotten worse." Sighed the doctor.
"What? What's gotten worse?" asked Germany.
"I'm sorry…I really can't tell you. I wish I could, so that maybe all of this would make sense…but I honestly can't. Maybe you'll find out soon enough…" the doctor said. His face explained it all. Doctor/Patient confidentiality. Germany understood.
"It's alright," Germany sighed. "I understand…but please tell me about Italy now." Germany was trying to change the subject, and he wanted to know what was happening with his friend.
"Well. That's the not so awesome part…you see…it seems that Italy's body is different from other nations and humans…you see, I've also been a sub-doctor for Canada when he came over, and sometimes Mexico…so I know that nation's have a normal human body…but it just reacts and acts differently," The doctor held out to Germany a folder which he opened, filled with x-rays and pictures from the scopes and all the information they had taken on taken on Italy.
"I don't understand medical things doctor. This just looks like a whole bunch of well…organs and bones."
"Well, look here…I don't know if it has ever affected him before in his past…I'm not his doctor obviously…but you see…all of these organs here, are covered in scar tissue." He said, pointing at Italy's abdominal organs.
"umm…I don't know what that means…" said Germany, starting to fidget…he knew it couldn't mean anything good.
"Well you see…this is just a guess…I'll have to ask his doctor… anyways…this happens to many people…I've never seen it to this extent though…for example, there is a disease called Celiac disease, where the body can't digest wheat and it in a way..rips the lining of the intestine off, leaving those little scale looking things, which are scars." He said, pointing at these bubble ish scale formations spread across Italy's organs.
"Alright….so…what does that mean for Italy?" asked Germany.
"Well…it could explain why he can't stop bleeding. You see…you know when you get a scab and it comes off and you start bleeding? Well that is Italy, everywhere on the inside. So it seemed that he got knifed in the stomach in that fight…"
"WHAT! He didn't say anything!"
"He's very good at hiding his pain apparently. Anyways… so what happened was he started bleeding even more, then when trying to stop the bleeding, he started bleeding everywhere else…picture geysers. One explodes, the others follow, that sort of deal." Germany's face became as white as a sheet. Italy can't die…as long as his people are there, he is here. He won't die…but what could happen?
"So, as I'm sure you know, he won't die. But it is very likely that if his organs don't heal soon, he'll be in a coma." Explained the doctor.
"So where is he now? Let me see him!" demanded Germany, his loud voice causing his sleeping cousin and step brother to stir, but not wake.
"Yes. I'll take you to see him. He…don't be surprised when you see him," said the doctor, sadly. The two left the room, Germany following America's ex-doctor. When they turned down a hallway and then entered a room.
"Alright, you have to put this on." Said the doctor, handing Germany a biohazard suit.
"Um…why? What's so wrong with him?" he said, taking the suit cautiously in one hand.
"You see…I think that because of his case, he's more prone to getting sick, especially in his condition…"
"Condition?"
"You'll see." The doctor opened two doors after Germany and he were in their suits. Inside the quarantine like room were several nurses and doctors running around, and right in the middle of the chaos, was Italy laying on a bed, medical equipment all around and attached to him. Germany stepped towards Italy, and rested a glove covered hand on Italy's cast covered arms.
"Ve?" slowly, a pair of light, vibrant, amber eyes opened and gazed at Germany.
"Germany? C…ciao…hey? You think you can get me some past…pasta?" he said slowly and quietly.
"I'm feeling very…..hungry."
"No…sorry Feliciano, but you're not allowed any food…You know that." Explained one of the nurses. Germany looked towards her, but she seemed to be blocked by some kind of box like object that was surrounding Italy from his shoulders down.
"What is that?" Asked Germany, who leaned forwards to see.
"NO!" shouted Italy, who began coughing…but his warning came too soon, Germany had seen.
They were still operating on Italy. His whole abdomen was open showing off the pink organs and the bright red blood spilling out and covering everything it could reach.
"Italien…" sighed Germany sadly. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"Ve? Y…You…never…ask…ed." And just like that, Italy was coughing up blood.
"Italien! Calm down. It's alright." He tried calming down Italy.
"Oh…alright. S…orry." He said, blood still pouring out the sides of his mouth. Germany looked at his friend sympathetically.
"Shh…Germania…Sto bene…saro piu molto presto.(I'm fine, I'll feel better soon.) But …you know what would… make me feel better?" Germany grabbed tighter onto Italy's cast…even though he couldn't feel it.
"What? I'll do anything." He said. Italy smiled and lifted his hand and rested his bandaged fingers on Germany's glove.
"I ….ve. I wanted. To do this…more formally…but I guess…I won't …get the chance…any time soon."
"Italien…don't say that. You'll be back on your feet eating pasta tomorrow at the latest. And you can sing and paint and I'll late you make pasta all the time, and I'll eat it and I won't complain that it has too much starch and you won't have to do training…" Germany started tearing up. Stop crying you wuss! Italien won't like seeing you crying! Man up! He thought to himself.
"Germania…calm down. I…wanted…to ask you…if you…would be…my boyfriend." Italy smiled at Germany.
"Because…I…love you…so much….ti…amo." he confessed. Germany smiled back.
"Ja, I know. Ich libe dich. I will." Said Germany happily.
"yaaaay….veee…..I'm…really…happy," but then he started coughing up more blood.
"Heeey!" Italy shouted…well shouted as loud as he could…which was only just above a whisper. He glared at one of the doctors.
"My…intestine...doesn't…go…there!" he scolded.
"Wait…you can feel all of this, Italien?" Germany asked, even more concerned.
"Yes. He can…he insisted that we didn't use anesthesia for some reason…he wanted to be fully alert when he saw you." He laughed. "he's a weird one."
"Yeah…I know." Germany chuckled, looking back at his friend…no. His boyfriend.
"Alright, well we need you to leave now…" said the nurse. "now that he's seen you we're putting him under to get some real work done.
"Ve! No! I…want…Germany…to…stay." Complained Italy.
"Please, doctor. I'll stay in the corner…I won't move at all…I'll be quiet and won't move…just let me stay with Italy." Begged Germany. The doctor stood there considering the options…finally he gave in.
"Alright. We'll bring you a cot." He sighed. "I'll be back." He left the room with a nurse, smiling while leaving.
"Alright now, ," said a particularly plump nurse, with a horribly annoyed look. "Count backwards from ten." She hovered the anesthesia over Italy's mouth.
"See you…later..Germany..9…8…3…paastaaa." and like that, Italy was put into a deep sleep.
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"Ivan…I don't think I can stand by America any more, aru." Said China. The Russian nodded his head.
"Da…I mean…I'm not a huge supporter of gay people, I don't think it's normal. But that was just how I was raised by my bosses…I never had the chance to form my own opinion…" Russia sighed.
"Aiyah…my country used to not be ashamed of homosexuals…but now…I don't know what changed…people are still supportive of it…and some people aren't. I used to be fine with it…I guess when my political views and my people changed…so did my own views…but I, not China, but Wang Yao, should have stood by my opinions and defended my people…all of them. Be they straight or gay or whatever, aru," revealed China to Russia, sheepishly. The taller of the two nodded in understanding.
"As much as I hate to say it, Yao…I think we need to leave America. He might be an important political and business partner, da, but he what he's doing is wrong…the longer we stay by him the more out of hand this situation will get." Russia said. It was late at night, but the two nations couldn't sleep. They felt too guilty to even close their eyes.
"So Ivan…I think we should tell America that we're leaving him." Said China, staring at the ground. Again, Russia nodded in agreement.
"How will we do that? He's crazy China…more than me. He might do something," he said in a worried tone.
"Don't worry, aru. It's nothing we can't handle." For a while, the two walked in silence, until China spoke again.
"Umm. Russia? I forgot to say this…but thank you." Said China, embarrassed and rubbing the back of his head. Russia looked confused.
"For what?"
"Well…after Italy made me unable to move…you defended me right?" China asked, hoping he hadn't misinterpreted his friends intentions. Again, Russia remained silent for a while.
"Da. No one messes with my friends…We…are friends, da?" Russia asked, stopping and holding China by the shoulders, looking him dead in the eye.
"Aiyah…I've managed to tolerate you all these Ivan…I even call you by your human name…I'm pretty sure that means I consider you a friend, aru." Chuckled China. Russia beamed at his friend, and embraced him, picking him off of the ground.
"Aiyah! Ivan! Put me down." Scolded China. Russia shook his head.
"No. I don't want to." He complained.
"You're not a child anymore, don't act so immature. Don't get so emotional, you have plenty of friends."
"No I don't…"
"What are you talking about? The Baltics, aru…and the Nordics…aren't they your friends?" asked China; but again, Russia shook his head.
"No…they hate me. You're the only person who has ever called me their friend China…that means the world to me." Russia was now talking only above a whisper. For such a touch, scary, sadistic nation, he was sure emotional. After a touching moment between the two friends, Russia put China down and the two headed back for America's house.
"So what are we going to say to him, aru?" asked China. Russia shrugged, trying to come up with a plan.
"How about you just say how you two are queers as well and have been planning on betraying me…yeah…that sounds like a good place to start." Russia and China wheeled around and stared at America.
"Aiyah! Where did you come from, America!" asked a shocked China.
"I went out to find you, because neither of you were in your rooms…I figured you went for a walk, so I followed you…then I saw you guys…you guys…hugging…" he said awkwardly.
"America…we're not gay." Stated Russia. "China and I are just friends!"
"Whatever…doesn't matter…you're going to leave me whether you're straight or gay…" mumbled America.
"It was only a matter of time…I know you all think I'm crazy. That doesn't matter, because I know I'm not…I know I'm right…and I can win this war without you two!" America had begun raising his voice, causing loud echo's to ripple across the part of town they were standing in.
"America! It's not a war, aru! You seem to be the only one to think that! Please come to your senses!" begged China, who reached a hand out to America's arm. America looked at China's hand in disgust and jolted away from the touch.
"Don't you touch me." With those words, America left. The two friends stood there in shock. The event wasn't as horrible as they figured it would be; but they knew America was tiered, and still in shock from the events of the day. If America had been alert, there is no saying what he might have done to Russia and China. The two stood side by side watching America walk away. Their eyes followed him silently until he turned a corner and was out of sight.
"So, what do you think we should do now?" asked Russia.
"I think we need to go apologize to Italy."
Yay! China and Russia left! XD
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