Name: All alone

Pairing: Germany x Italy

Requested by: Mushyboomba

Word count: 693 (Story only)

Kiss: I'm sorry kiss

WARNING: Depressing story, mentions of suicide and death of a character

All alone

Beep, beep… beep… ... …. Beep…

It is nerve wrecking. Everyone knows the sound. Everyone has heard it at least once in their life, be it in a movie, on the radio or in the hospital itself. But no one would ever tell you how downright nerve wrecking that sound is. At first, you can handle it. It tells you the person attached to the monitor is still alive, their heart still beating. Yet as the days pass by and the doctors keep running in and out, worried glances shared with the nurses, the sound becomes mocking. A curse.

The man in the bed wasn't awake at the moment. For hours and hours, he had slept, the medication making him weak. For the young man resting in the chair, right beside the patient, it was horrible. They hadn't known how the one in the bed had come to the conclusion, why he had chosen to take the path he had taken. No one could tell him why his beloved had taken the pills, taken the bottles, and had forced the liquid and the harmful substances into his digestive system.

When the phone had shrieked, waking the Italian from his slumber, it had taken him a while to realise that Ludwig was in grave danger. The woman on the phone had tried to explain that it was absolutely necessary for him to come to the hospital. After Feliciano's brain had finally started to work properly, he had wasted no time. Within fifteen minutes, he had been in his car, driving like a maniac to the local hospital and finding the tall German in the bed, eyes closed an unresponsive. His stomach had been emptied, the doctors told him. Now, all he could do was wait until the blue of his eyes would be visible again.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting. The nurses had come in multiple times to check on him and the patient, but Feliciano had lost count after some time, not interested in the women and men walking in, checking various monitors that were connected to the German with wires. The only thing the tired Italian wanted, was his lover back. At some point, he had fallen asleep. In his dream, the two of them were sitting at home, sipping wine and eating pasta while watching a movie. Feliciano was curled against his tall and handsome darling, blanket wrapped around them to set the right mood. They were just happily together, enjoying the moment together.

Ludwig's lips found his and were gently pressed against them. It was a short, tender kiss, saying more than words could. It spoke of the feelings they harboured, of the many things that he had wanted to do together with the Italian.

"I'm sorry", he said, before pulling Feliciano closer, kissing him once more. "I'm so, so sorry for doing this to you. I should have talked to you, should have explained things to you. But it's too late now", Ludwig whispered.

The sound of rushed footsteps and people yelling at each other woke him up. Nurses were running into the room, heading for the bed next to him. Surprised to find that he was in the hospital and not in the living room with Ludwig, Feliciano looked around. He then noticed what had set the medical staff into a hurry. A thin, green line on a screen. Where there should have been highs and lows, there was nothing. Beeping had turned into one monotone sound, filling his ears. It couldn't be true. Panic gripped him as he tried to get up, tried to get to the bed. But a strong nurse took him away, somewhere calm. Somewhere without Ludwig.

Minutes ticked by, scary and unsure. When someone finally joined them and enlightened the Italian, the world seemed to come crashing down. He was alone. Something had gone terribly wrong, they concluded. It was a mistake they had made, he was told. They apologised, some of the nurses cried with him. But nothing helped. Nothing would soothe the pain, nothing could fill what had once been filled by Ludwig. He was all alone.

This was the 25th story for the series! Wohoo!

~Hana