A/N- I'm back~! I took a little break. Major case of writer's block. But it's gone now! Or at least I hope so...Anywho~! I'm sorry I kept you guys waiting. This chapter isn't really an eventful chapter. Just kind of a filler. It was the product of the transition from no writer to writing again. So, I apologizing for the uninteresting chapter. Oh! Did you guys see the story cover yet? It's really small and blurry, but I posted a link of it on my profile a while back. If you wanna take a closer look, just copy and paste the link into your browser :3

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Chapter 21

Robin's POV

"Kimmy!" It was a shriek of despair. My mouth went dry, my pulse was at a dangerous pace, and I felt that choking feeling hit me without any hesitation. My voice cracked, and the frequency of it all must have cracked a nearby window somewhere.

This didn't just happen. This can't happen. There's no way Kimmy would have allowed herself to get shot. She can't die. She didn't die. Oh my-

Staring down at Kimmy's motionless body, it was kind of hard to convince myself that she wasn't dead. I was just searching for that puddle of blood under her. I could feel that dreaded choking feeling in the back of my throat grow more intense as I gazed at her body longer.

At that moment, my guard was dropped entirely. I forgot I was in the middle of a fight with a German cop. I could of cared less honestly. All I wanted to do was just lunge forward and run to her. And out of impulse, that's exactly what I did. The minute Ludwig saw me lower my fists and run forward, he jumped in my path to intercept me, and grabbed me from behind. I felt his arms hold me back, preventing me to go anywhere. I was clearly agitated, and I put up a fight with him. Despite all of my efforts however, Ludwig managed to weaken me by pressing down on the pressure point that I pressed down on him before. I fell to my knees, and I felt his hands hold onto my wrists from behind, which were apparently makeshift handcuffs at the moment. Ludwig managed to keep his weight on me to keep me down and immobile down. With both of his legs on either side of me, I was trapped.

A whimper of desperation escaped from me. My pride was crushed, and all I wanted was for Kimmy to wake up. There's no way she could die on me, especially in this kind of situation. I feel really sappy for admitting it, but I can't survive being a fugitive without her. All of these overwhelming thoughts made my emotions stir inside of me, and I felt like an emotional overload was coming my way. A voice broke through, however, and saved me the breakdown.

"Relax, Greene. She's not dead." Gilbert called from up ahead. I lifted my head up and shot him a look, half relieved, and yet half confused. I watched as he stepped over Kimmy's body, hovering over her for a minute or two. "She's not dead. Just sedated. She'll be fine." he said, glancing down at her.

As Gilbert's words slowly sunk in, I glanced back down at Kimmy's body. I squinted my eyes, and the faintest sign of movement was detectable. Her breathing was slow, but she was breathing. I sighed a breath of relief. The choking feeling was still evident, but instead of it growing more intense, it was gradually weakening and becoming less painful. But…I'm not completely satisfied. I need an explanation.

"W-What…What do you mean she's sedated?" I asked him, shifting the weight on my legs so that they don't numb out.

"It was actually pretty easy getting her to take it. I honestly thought it would of been harder, but no. All I did was take her water, spike it, and just return it. Wasn't exactly as smooth as I thought it would be, but it still worked." he explained, kneeling down on one knee over Kimmy's body, looking over her scratches and other marks he left on her.

"You drugged her? What the hell?" I shouted, completely pissed that he was even able to do that. "Yeah, basically. And with her knocked out, shipping you two back to America will be a breeze. With the violent one out of the picture, I think things should go according to plan." Gilbert sighed.

"Plan?"

"Yes, Greene. I said plan. To be honest, I was thinking about giving it to you at first. But after some thinking, I realized something. She-" A finger was pointing down at Kimmy, "-knows how to shoot. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't exactly fancy getting shot." he said casually, getting up and stretching out his good arm.

"Well gee, look at where that thought has gotten you." I noted, rolling my eyes. "Ah, it's just a graze. She probably could of killed me if she tried. She got pretty close that last time." he said, glancing in the general direction of where his police cruiser use to be.

As Ludwig attempted to get his handcuffs out, I continued to gaze at Kimmy's body, still slightly panting. From what I saw, she was pale and her breathing was dangerously slow. That's it. These punks have taken this way too far.

As one of the cold metal snapped against my wrists, Ludwig gently pulled me up back onto my feet with the other wrist. He nudged me forward, but I didn't' move. "Greene, let's go." he ordered. I shook my head.

Seeing how I was defying orders, Gilbert stepped over Kimmy and walked over to where I was. "Being stubborn?" he asked playfully. Using whatever strength I had left, I tried to prevent myself from smacking Gilbert right in the jaw. Clenching my teeth, I mumbled out a request.

"What's that?" Gilbert asked, clearly not comprehending. "Take. Her. To. The Hospital." I hissed. "And what if we don't?" Gilbert dared to ask. Before Ludwig could snap the other cuff onto my other wrist, I pulled my hand out of his grip and made a grab for Gilbert's shirt. "If you don't, then I'll be the one who's going to shoot you in the face. I don't shoot, but when someone messes with my friend, I make exceptions."

Ludwig pulled me off and shoved me back down onto the ground. Still shaken up by my little rant, Gilbert stumbled backwards slowly back towards Kimmy. "F-Fine. We'll make a stop." he agreed, staring down at me like I was crazy. And I don't blame him. I had a random mode switch that was uncalled for, but hey, if your friend got shot, wouldn't you do the same thing?

I had my eyes on him the entire time. Ludwig snapped the other cuff on me and started pulling me towards the other police cruiser, but I started pulling the other way, just like a dog does to its owner. Watching as the platinum blonde made his way back to Kimmy, I saw him pick her up and carry her bridal style in our general direction. Clearly knocked out like a light, Kimmy's arm was dangling over to the side, and her head was resting against Gilbert's chest. If it wasn't for the faintest bit of color in her cheeks, she could have passed for dead.

"Yes, Greene, she's breathing. I didn't give her enough to kill her. Geez…" Gilbert hissed, walking Kimmy over to the police car. Pulling me forward yet again, Ludwig guided me to the car as well. The familiar "Piyo!" from Gilbert's bird echoed as we made our way to the car. The chirping got louder and more distance as we got closer. And I soon found out why when we reached the car. Perched right onto of the hood, the little yellow birdie sat. Somehow, at that moment, I felt a small aversion to that bird…He's lucky I have these handcuffs on...

"Come on." Ludwig coaxed, opening the backseat door of the car. I ducked my head into the car and reluctantly followed orders. The door across from mine opened, and Gilbert carefully laid Kimmy out, carefully laying her leg out. "Don't get blood on the backseat now, Gilbert." Ludwig's voice called from the driver's seat. "Yes, bruder." Gilbert replied, a "I could care less" tone in his voice.

Hang on a minute…

"You two are related?" I asked as Gilbert laid Kimmy's head down. A slight grin spread across his face. "You couldn't tell? Of course we're related. He's my little brother."

"Oh not this again…" Ludwig groaned. My eyes went from the blonde in the front to the platinum blonde in the back. "You're the oldest?" I asked Gilbert, a slight note of disbelief evident. He scoffed. "Yes, I'm the oldest. And no, I'm not adopted either if that's what you're thinking. I have a condition." he growled. I closed my mouth. He just read my mind ._.

"I think that's good, Gilbert. Get in the front." Ludwig ordered, turning on the engine. Pushing Kimmy's leg away from the door, Gilbert backed out and slammed the car door shut. The passenger side soon opened and the German took a seat. Ludwig began to drive out of the garage right after. I allowed myself to stare out the window as the car rode its way thought the German streets.

"We should get your shoulder checked out while we're there, Gilbert." I heard Ludwig suggest as he made a turn at a light. "Ah, I'm fine. It stopped bleeding a while ago." Gilbert argued. "No, that's what you said last time. It started bleeding again when we got home. You're going to get it checked out."

"Gah, fine."

As the ride continued, the pain and soreness of the entire day finally started to set in. My body started to ache, and even in the dark I could see my bruises clearly on my skin. Ouch…I guess I got more than I bargained for.

"We might as well get you checked out." Ludwig added, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. His tone came off as triumphant, and I didn't like it. "No, I'm fine." I lied. "Suit yourself then."

The drive to the hospital carried on, and in no time, Gilbert was unloading Kimmy from the back and walking her in while Ludwig and I were circling the hospital to find a parking space. "She's in good hands, so don't worry about her. This is the best hospital in all of Berlin probably." he assured, pulling into a vacant parking space.

"Mm, alright. I'm still kind of mad that Gilbert drugged her though. Did you have any say in that?" I asked him, unbuckling my seat belt.

"Actual, no. I didn't really know about it until this morning. He kind of makes his own calls with things. How he got ahold of the sedative and how it works is beyond me. I don't think he was aiming to kill her though. We're German, but we aren't like those stereotypes."

Accepting his response, I opened the back door (or tried to) and climbed out of the cruiser. I walked forward and Ludwig was trailing close behind me. "I'm not gonna make a run for it. It's a perfect opportunity to, but I care about Kimmy more than my freedom right now." I admitted.

"Can't be too careful."

The two of us walked inside, and a crowded waiting room greeted us. Ill patients were everywhere, some showing symptoms, some not. Other were just regular people doing nothing but, well waiting. I felt Ludwig pull me along towards the chairs lined up against the wall. "Have a seat, Greene. She's probably checked into a room already." he advised grabbing magazine from the nearest rack.

Looking around the room one last time, I picked a lone seat off to the side. A group of children were playing with small toys the hospital had supplied near me. I was aimlessly watching them, wishing that Gilbert would hurry up and come back already. To my dismay however, he took his sweet little time, which gave my sore, tired out body a chance to rest. I fell asleep for who knows how long, only to be woken up by a gentle shake.

"Robin, we're leaving now." Ludwig's voice called. My senses still half working, it took me a minute to figure out what he said. As my vision cleared up, I noticed that the waiting room had cleared up significantly, and that the group of children next to me were gone. That's when I realized why I was here in the first place. "Leaving? But what about Kimmy?" I asked.

"She's been checked into a room and the nurses dressed her up and everything." Gilbert answered, his back pressed up against the wall that was next to me. "Can't I go see her?" I asked. "She's knocked out. What's there to see?"

"I dunno, the fact that she isn't stone dead?" I snapped. "She's not dead!" Gilbert hissed, obviously getting defensive over his actions. "That's not the point. I want to go see her." I said, crossing my arms. "Oh gosh, you're throwing a tantrum. Maybe I should of drugged both of you." Gilbert said, narrowing his eyes. "Gilbert, don't say that. You're already in trouble for even drugging one of them." Ludwig noted.

"In trouble? With who?"

"Me." the younger German said. "You wouldn't do anything to me, would you?" Gilbert asked, wrapping his arm around Ludwig's shoulder in a brotherly fashion. "Mm…" Ludwig vaguely replied, flipping through his magazine one last time. With an unamused pout on his face, Gilbert released the hold, and returned to the wall.

"I want to see Kimmy." I deadpanned. "You can go see her tomorrow. Besides, visiting hours are over." Gilbert added. "Like I care. Come on, just take me up to her room once, and we can leave." I suggested. "Nope. We're leaving now."

"Not until I see Kimmy!"

"Mein Gott…You are a stubborn one…"

"Robin, you'll have all day to visit Kimmy tomorrow. Just come with us for now. Please?" Ludwig pleaded, his tone hardening out of his effort to not sound agitated. After a few more heated pleads, the brothers finally lost their patience with me and dragged me out of the hospital and into the car. I'm not sure how they managed to put up with my fighting, but they did. Probably because I was still half asleep…

On the ride back to the station, Gilbert called one of the others cops to go to the hotel and check out for us. I lost interest in trying to decode the German tongue after a while though, so whether Gilbert told the other police officer to grab our things or not is unknown to me at the moment. I guess I'll find out in the morning.

Ludwig pulled up to the police station and parked right out in front. The seat belts were clicked off and the door to my left was opened for me. Ludwig motioned for me to scoot out, and he led me inside. Upon entering the police station, an odd feeling was emitted. The place seemed oddly empty. "Is it just you two here?" I asked, looking around. "For now. All the other boys are next door. Gilbert and I have this whole entire side to ourselves somehow. Of course, Roderich comes in from time to time-"

"Roderich?"

"The wimpy, skinny guy you saw on the day we were chasing you down?" Gilbert described. I immediately knew who he was talking about. "Oh."

"Yeah. He usually switches between this side and that. Not much of a fighter though…" Gilbert added walking out of the room. "Well I can see that." Ludwig led me into a darker room, and flicked on the lights. It was pretty bare except for a wooden desk and a jail cell right next to it. From the looks of it, it looked like Jones' office except flipped. And it had a more rustic feel to it. Interesting…

Holding onto one of my arms, Ludwig pulled out a ring of keys and started flipping through them. He managed to single out a key and led me over to the cell. "Welcome to you new home, Greene."

The cell door opened, and the handcuffs came off. I glanced around the cell for a minute before taking my first step inside of it. "Where's the bed?" I asked him. "That is your bed." Ludwig said,pointing to a body size platform protruding from the wall. I raised an eyebrow. "That's my bed? It's more like a bench!"

Ludwig shrugged. "It's better than the ground." he pointed out, closing the cell door and locking it up. I stared at my so called bed for a minute before daring to sit on it. As I lowered myself down, I was just waiting for the thing to collapse. Surprisingly, it didn't. I guess this place isn't all too bad. I just wish I could have visited Kimmy…Geez, Germans are brutal.

Well, I managed to cross out visiting Germany from the bucket list, but I could of dealt with it without the drama. Augh, I really did get more than I bargained for. What else can go wrong?

A/N- Ta da~! So, yeah. It's not much of a chapter, but it's better than nothing ^^" What else...Oh! The part on where Gilbert said he had a condition and that he wasn't adoptive. Heh, I got that from a Hetalia panel I went to. It was funny ^^ Okay~! I think I'm done for now. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out, but probably soon. Review and PM me :3 Thanks for reading~! Until next time!