A/N Thanks for the reviews, for this fic I listened to the Evanescence albums Fallen and Origin while writing to set the mood. Fallen-chan out~! =^..^=
Gilbert's POV
I can hear my Bruder yelling next door but it's way too early for him to be awake. His voice is followed by sounds of thumping and running, his door slams and his foot steps track downstairs to the front door, it slams as well. His car revs up and squealing tires can be heard at a distance. What Happened?
Feliciano's POV
The phone slips from my hand as I let my head loll back, I watch the battery break free as it slams against the floor. I curl into myself again waiting for my brother to come back and finish what he started, yet I still love him because he's my brother. I wait and wait, ten minutes, fifteen, yet Ludwig doesn't arrive not that I expect him to come so soon, I just want to see his face before I leave. The light is slowly fading along with my consciousness, at least I tried to be a good friend and brother, but still I sit here—stupid little Italy. He hates me.
Narrator's POV
"Mein Gott." Trying to hold back tears the German slowly slides his arms underneath the unresponsive boy below him, in a marriage carry he cradles the brunettes head against his chest. He gently manoeuvres his way from the bloody scene and out of the house. Laying him down in the back seat he starts the car, he drives carefully trying not to jar his delicate passenger, not knowing where help could be located in his current location he heads back for his own house. Hospitals cannot treat Nations anyway, if they did then the secret would be out, not only that but Germany was prideful of his own medical prowess much more so then any human.
Feliciano's POV
I could feel myself being lifted but for some strange reason I could feel no pain only a numb sensation that disabled me from even moving a finger. I can smell a musky but clean scent, meat, wood smoke, and laundry detergent. No one smells like Doitsu does. I can only flop helplessly as I feel him holding me against his chest, It's so comfortable that I can't keep my thoughts straight any longer and the world blurs around me. Does he hate me too?
Ludwig's POV
I finally reach my house and my Bruder is standing in the entrance watching as I park my car and step out of the vehicle.
"What the hell are you doing driving around at four in the fucking morning?" A very good question for such an idiot of a Bruder but I have not the time nor patience to answer.
"Hold the door open!" I reach in and gently as possible hold my friend so to do the least damage to his beaten body, which is hard when glass is protruding from his back. Whatever Gilbert was going to say died on his tongue as soon as he saw Feliciano.
Gilbert's POV
I hold the door and blankly stare at what used to be the cutest and most hyper nation as he lay lifelessly in my Bruder's arms, even after they have gone inside I still stand there looking at nothing, trying to fathom the current situation. I only move after hearing Ludwig's call of him needing assistance, I lock the door and bolt towards the yell adamant about finding out who could hurt Feli.
Lovino's POV
Light shines directly on my eyes and causes my to roll over in futile attempt to escape the horrible wake up call. My hangover makes itself known along with the guilt that I had tried to drown yesterday, I lay in bed thinking how to go about this current situation. Deciding to clean up before I make any sort of decisions I roll half way out of bed not wanting to touch anything because of whatever dried liquid is on my hands, probably wine. I look down out of curiousity to see exactly what was on me only to scream in surprise. Dried blood. I bolt from my bed and down to my fratello's room hoping that it wasn't his, anyone but his. His door is open, he never leaves his door open. Peering inside the unlit room I turn the light on to get a better look. I fall to my knees as tears run down my face.
"Fratello."