Greetings to my fellow Fanfiction enthusiasts! I have finally got the next chapter up! Sorry, I had this disgusting HUGE writing assignment that I had to focus on completely over the course of a few weeks and then my internet wasn't working and I just can't write unless I hear some nice Marilyn Manson, System of a Down or Rammstein playing as I type. And yes, I sucked it up and used the ol' fashioned radio for parts of this chapter. -.- Still, YOUTUBELOOP ALL THE WAY! Then I had some difficulty publishing it online considering the fact that there was no "online" at my house for a few days.

Also, this chapter is dedicated to my reviewers! WOOHOO 5 reviews! 4 reviewers! AND THEY'RE ALL NICE ONES! By the way, I'm going to start doing this little thingy at the beginning of all the new chapters in which I dedicate it to whoever and talk about stuff that no one actually reads (except myself!). I'mma shut up now. ~Enjoy~

Oceanic 815: Chapter 3

When everyone returned to the beach, Ludwig was standing on a large piece of wreckage. "Hallo! My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. I am a doctor and would like to inform you all that my services are available if there are any injured persons I have not tended to. I will be over there by those trees!" Some nodded, not objecting to a doctor who was obviously attempting to help. Feliciano noticed that Ludwig's back was injured and approached him.

"Ciao, Ludwig." He said, attracting the attention of the German. He was acknowledged with a look and a slight grunt. Feliciano continued, "I saw you coming out of the forest all confused earlier. What was that about?" He was genuinely concerned.

"Hmm? Oh, that was nothing. I just thought I saw something. I landed in the forest so when I came back out to the scene of the crash where the others were, I was a bit shocked." Ludwig had only included a small portion of the reality of the situation. It was not a lie, henceforth, simply a neglect to reveal the entire story. Maybe one day, if he trusted him enough, he would reveal the whole truth to him. For now though, nothing other than protecting the injured mattered.

"Ve," he nodded, "What happened to your back? It's bleeding." Ludwig nodded and looked up at Feliciano. He noticed that the Italian's arm was being held behind his back and appeared limp.

"Ja, I don't know what happened but it's cut open. Is something wrong with your arm?" Germany asked.

"Oh, umm I hurt it on the plane, but it's not a big deal, really," Feliciano explained.

Ludwig wasn't taking any sh*t. "Let me see," he ordered. The younger Italian revealed his arm reluctantly to him. His forearm was bleeding through a makeshift bandage. Ludwig unraveled the cloth and found a huge bloody gash. "What did you cut yourself on?" he asked.

"When I woke up on the beach, there was this huge piece of metal in it and so I tried to take it out and now its bleeding even more," Feliciano explained. Ludwig forgot about his own injuries, as he tended to do often times, and examined the wound.

"You should have come to see me right away. This is serious," the taller German replied.

Feliciano said in response, "Ve, it did hurt a lot; I cried a lot too, but I didn't want to bother you, especially when I saw that you were hurt. I guess you noticed anyway though."

"That was very considerate, Feliciano but this is too serious an injury to be simply ignored for the purposes of bravery," the German commented, with a serious tone in his voice.

Feliciano whimpered when Ludwig held his arm, quite close to the gouge. "Does that hurt?" The older German asked. Feliciano nodded his head violently in response. Ludwig loosened his grip on the Italian's arm, opening up a suitcase beside him. He was about to begin by cleaning out the wound however he was approached by Antonio, Lovino and Gilbert, rushing towards him with a pregnant woman. "I'm sorry, Feliciano. I'll be back with you in a second so just wait here, okay?" Ludwig asked, standing. He received a nod in response.

"Hola, I hear you are a doctor, si?" Antonio began.

Ludwig replied, "Ja, I am a surgeon, but I can probably help."

Antonio nodded, "A few minutes ago, Lovi found this girl and another man who-where is he now? - Anyway, they fell from the plane into a tree and we wanted to make sure everything is alright with her and the baby. I don't think you can do anything here with the limited resources but still, we can't leave things as is, si?"

Ludwig nodded in agreement with the Spaniard. "Alright, you can be going now if you want. I will tend to her injuries, and I assure you that she will be fine." The three left, leaving Ludwig and Feliciano with Lili. "What's your name?" The German asked.

"Lili," she whispered.

Ludwig nodded, "I'm Ludwig. How far along are you?"

"About 7 months." Ludwig felt her stomach and rested his head there lightly. He continued observing for a few minutes.

"The baby appears to be healthy and functional," Ludwig responded. I'll get someone to look after you." A tall blonde man was standing nearby and the German called him over, "Hallo, well this-"

"Hey dude!" The American interrupted.

Ludwig continued on, "Ja, well this woman here is pregnant and we want to make sure that she isn't under too much stress or trauma from the crash, so just keep an eye on her."

"Sure! After all, I'm the hero!" Alfred chuckled loudly. Ludwig gave a puzzled look to the American, but then went back over to Feliciano. Alfred strolled over to Lili and sat down next to her.

When Ludwig reached Feliciano, he was greeted by a pair of fearful, nervous eyes. "Ludwig, your injury needs to be taken care of before you assist the others. Can I help you with it, because if you don't help yourself first, you won't be able to assist the others?" Feliciano exclaimed.

Ludwig muttered, "Ja, fine Feliciano. If you could help me suture my back, that'd help a lot." Feliciano cocked his head and furrowed his brows, staring at the taller German wide-eyed. Ludwig realized that he had no clue what he was suggesting. "Erm… have you ever used a needle? Ever sewn something?"

"Ve, I have."

"It's like that. Can you just stitch up my back with this?" Ludwig handed him what appeared like a needle.

"But, but, this is different… just because I've used a needle, it doesn't mean that I can something like-" Feliciano began.

Ludwig grasped the younger Italian's hand with his own and rested it there, attempting to calm him. "Feliciano. Please, you asked to help and this is the only way you can. It's really easy; there isn't even anything that could go wrong."

Feliciano swallowed, "Alright, Ludwig." He began to suture the wound and Ludwig made sure, even more than usual, to ensure that no one noticed his pain as his back was stitched. He didn't want to discourage Feliciano from his trust, after all. When he finished, Feliciano bit his lip and looked at the German's back.

"Danke, Feliciano," Ludwig nodded. The Italian smiled weakly in response and then Ludwig immediately began attempting to fix the younger man's arm.

~O~

"Hey mister?" Peter asked the tall blonde sitting on a rock next to a pregnant woman.

America looked up at him and yelled, "Hey little dude! What's up?" Lili was taken aback that he was keeping in such good spirits, regardless of the fact that they were stranded on an island and people were dying as he spoke.

"Well, I was just thinking," he began in a macabre voice, "what are they going to do with the bodies?"

"Hmm, good question! I'd say that they are probably going to burn them!" America announced.

The young boy's mouth fell open in fear.

Lili stood up, in front of the American and began to shriek "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT TO HIM? HE'S JUST A BOY, PROBABLY RECOVERING FROM SHOCK AND TERRIFIED! WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT SO BLUNTLY?" He looked at her in shock and just shrugged his shoulders, deciding to shut up.

~O~

Lovino Vargas went back into the forest where he had seen the two people trapped in the tree earlier.

"I don't know your name, young man, however I am deeply grateful that you saved us earlier," Roderich's voice came from behind him.

Lovino rolled his eyes, "Bullsh*t. I didn't do jack sh*t to help either of you. Go run your lousy mouth to Antonio. He actually did something about it. Just leave me the f*ck alone."

"Watch your mouth son. But yes, if not for you, no one would have come for us. I just met that woman on the plane and she has had a hard time in life. If anything else happened to her…" the Austrian man's voice cracked, "I just don't know what I would do. I'm so glad that she is safe."

The younger Italian's eyes rolled and he turned to glare at him, "Shut. The. F*ck. Up. Comprende?"

Roderich snorted, "Fine, then. Don't accept my thanks. I'll be going then. By the way, there's this other young man looking for you. I think he's Spanish and about this tall," he lifted up his hand, demonstrating his height, "I believe you said he was named Antonio. I'll tell him you're here."

One the Austrian left, Lovino pounded his fist into the tree, shouting, "ALL I WANT IS TO BE FU*CKING LEFT ALONE!" He sank down to his knees, breathing hitched and quiet sobs escaping his mouth. He stayed that way for a few moments, but then, Antonio appeared and in seeing Lovino in this state, he decided to comfort the Italian. He sat next to him, extremely close, but Romano didn't mind it. Soon, he felt Antonio's arms wrap around him in a tight, heartfelt embrace.

"Lovi. It's going to be alright, eventually," he soothed.

Lovino buried his face in the Spaniard's chest, "D*mnit b*stard. You don't understand."

Antonio's smile glistened as he looked into Romano's eyes, "Then tell me Lovi."