Speech
Thought
Flashback
Dream
Narrator's POV
A horrifying scream came from the now convulsing body of the small Italian, his fingers clawing at non-existent hands wrapped tightly around his throat leaving long, bloody streaks behind. The German dozing in a near by chair is startled into wakefulness by the noise and in an instant is at edge of the bed attempting to hold down the writhing man.
Ludwig's POV
This must have been the strongest struggle Italia has put up against me because I am having trouble trying to hold down his arms and avoid his kicking feet. I soon feel my Bruder's presence beside me holding down the rest of his body, several of Feli's wounds open and I can only imagine that the ones I cannot see have as well. My Bruder grunts in pain as he is kneed in the chin and then in the stomach, if the situation wasn't dire I would have found that amusing.
Things seem to be getting better and he stops thrashing as hard when the unexpected happens. Gott he has stopped breathing! I can't do anything, I am so afraid because for the first time I'm useless to him, I can do nothing! I feel panicked tears slid down my cheeks and I couldn't care less, I just want my Italia safe.
"Italia! Calm down, breathe! Please!" Strangely his body relaxes against me and he gasps for air, I hear Gilbert sigh in relief next to me. I reach down and embrace him and just hold him so to be reminded that he is still here with me, breathing and alive.
Narrator's POV
"I believe I am ready to leave, you three will miss me, da?" The three frightened Baltic states nod rapidly as if to save their lives. Russia looks on in approval and decides that it is plenty safe to leave his home to his friends. Closing the door behind himself he sets out on the long journey ahead of him hoping for the best. In the house Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania let out a sigh of relief at the thought of the extended amount of time Russia would be gone and with that Latvia spoke the thought running through all of their heads.
"Good luck Germany, you'll need it."
Gilbert's POV
Holy fuck! Did he stop breathing? My heart beats rapidly as I try to hold back from pounding on the poor boys chest to make him breathe again. I can hear West panicking beside me and I long to comfort him but my main concern is Feliciano, still nothing comes to mind on how to assist someone who will not breathe and is not chocking.
"Italia! Calm down, breathe! Please!" West screeches to the unconscious boy, I hope to gott that this will work. As if on cue he starts to breathe again, hearing Ludwig's voice brought air back to him and I sigh in relief. I would have left my Bruder to hold his love forever if not for the white sheets being stained red beneath them.
"Bruder, sorry to intrude but I think losing that much blood is dangerous..."