Feliciano's POV

I didn't remember falling asleep but waking up was one of the most painful things I have ever done. My ankle was throbbing, swollen, and clearly broken. My mind was so clouded with pain that my twisted wrist and cuts barely registered. I heard the front door slam and idly wondered what time it was, and when Lovino had left, It was dark so I assume that I had completely slept the day away. In the process of seeing if I could stand whatsoever my door swung open and a very drunk Lovino was standing there holding a half finished bottle of wine screaming. This made me worried due to the fact that my brother has always been a violent drunk, and with all the mean things he's been doing and accusing me of in the past two days, I couldn't help but worry.

Narrator's POV

Staggering into the room, the drunk Italian swung around his bottle and spilled some alcohol on the quivering man on the floor, screaming and advancing as would a predator.

"It's all your -hic- fault! You ruin -hic- everything you know that? If you weren't around everything would be better, -hic- and everyone wo-ould be happier too!" He slurred his rant but still stumbled forward backing the disabled and frightened Italian into a corner.

"If -hic- you were never born then everything would have turn-ned out right! All-ll you are, -hic- is a mistake! A big mistake and nobody wants to have anything to -hic- do with you! I hate you!" Finished with pelting the horror struck man with insults he began kicking him in the side, a scream ripped out of Feliciano's throat, startling the other. He had kicked his broken ankle, searing pain shot up his legs as he pulled it away from his brothers abuse. He curled in a ball as Romano got over his shock and continued beating the defenceless man, it ended with Lovino breaking the bottle on his brothers back and then leaving for his room. He hates me

Germany's POV

My phone was ringing at...two twenty three in the morning, I looked at the flashing name and was tempted to just not answer it. It read: Feliciano Vargas (North Italy) If he called one more time and his request forces me to travel all the way to Italy to help him tie his shoes, I would be charged with murder. I picked up the phone against my better judgement and prepared for his over exuberant voice to begin beating my eardrums senseless.

"D-doitsu?" His voice sounded weak and weary, I sat up quickly as panic travelled through my body like lightning.

"Feliciano! What's wrong, what happened?" I yelled into the receiver and probably woke Prussia next door, not that I cared.

"D-oistsu, pl-lease. Can-an you come g-get me?" For the first time in a long time I was scared, I was scared by the way he sounded, the way I could only imagine he felt. I could hear the quaver in his voice from crying, but the broken tone he was using to basically beg for me to come get him killed me.

"Where are you?" I spoke quick as I swung my legs over the edge of my bed.

"I'm at my h-ouse. Pl-ease hurry." The line went dead and I bolted upward and got dressed in ten seconds flat, it took me a total of twenty five minutes to reach his house when it usually took me an hour and twenty. The door to his house was wide open so I ran inside and headed straight for his room, I disregarded the fact that Romano was probably asleep. When I stepped into his room it smelled distinctly of alcohol and blood, my eyes focused on a crumpled figure in the corner. All the blood seemed to be coming from the shadowed lump, stepping closer I turned over what I hoped could be anyone but who I was searching for.

"Mein gott."