Sitting silently in the hospital room, I couldn't tear my eyes away from Gilbert, the left side of his head was a dark purple, with red forming around it, but most of it was covered by the bloodied bandage wrapped around his head. Hearing the door open, I turned, not surprised to see Ivan poke his head in, he was showing a new emotion, one I didn't he know he knew how to compute. Sadness.

"Come talk with me... Da?" Hesitantly climbing to my feet, I walked out of the room with him, following him to a less crowded area of the hospital halls. Keeping my eyes on the ground, I was void of tears, not even sure of what to think about this whole situation yet, the chances that Gilbert lived were slim, but still, they were doing what they could. "I'm not going to say sorry for what I've done to you, because, I don't care about you, da. Though, I am going to say I'm sorry for what I've done to Gilbert... I never meant to hurt him. We both had drank way to much, and I got out of control..." Could he possibly feel guilt too? Could he actually think something was his fault?

Why would he feel guilty? It's your fault! Your brother is going to die, and it's all your fault!

"Look at me." Raising my head, his eyes were cold, no surprise there I guess, his voice was full of venom, he normally didn't show his anger like this, he hid it behind an innocent smile. "We were arguing about you, da? I said it was good you were gone. He said it wasn't, and that he missed you. So next time you think about how much your brother "didn't care", remember that he died for you." Just standing there as he shoved past me, I stared down at the grey tiles, completely numb, could I have been wrong...?

Murderer!

N-no... I-it's not my fault... I can't be my fault... Looking down at my arms, which were still scabbed over, I shook my head, this couldn't be my fault... He did this to me... Why would he miss me?

You killed him! You're supposed to take care of him! He's your brother!

No! It's not my fault! I didn't do it!

How many more? How many?

Putting my hands over my ears, someone put there hand on my shoulder, turning quickly, uncle Roderich stood there, looking at me with worry apparent in his eyes.

"Ludwig? Are you okay?" Nodding, he turned quickly as a doctor rushed into Gilbert's room, followed by two nurses, Roderich tightened his grip on my shoulder as the minutes passed slowly. It seemed as though we were standing there forever before a doctor walked over to us, looking grim.

"He's awake, but... he won't be for long... So if you want to talk to him... Now would be the time..." I nodded, and followed him to the room, Ivan looked over, whispered something to him, then brushed hair out of his eyes and walked out. Slowly walking over to the bed, dull red eyes shifted to look at me, now my eyes started stinging, threatening me, causing me to choke up.

"Bruder... I-I... I'm sorry... I should have been there for you..." He didn't say anything, just stared at me with a dead expression.

You're not even worth a word. Why should he talk to you, look what you did to him!

Dropping my head to my chest, I sighed, about to leave when he grabbed my wrist, the grip wasn't tight like normal, turning to him, his eyes were narrowed at me

"Ludwig... I'm not gonna lie... I really fucking hate you..." Standing there silently, I waited for him to continue, knowing he wouldn't stop there. "I should have killed you when I had the chance, maybe then... I wouldn't be here..." Pulling my hands free from his grip, I took a step back, then took a deep breath.

"...Why do you hate me so much? What did I do wrong? I know you haven't always felt like that... Else you would have let me die years ago..." His eyes got wide and his jaw a bit slack,

so it was true...

"How do you know about that...? Which one of them told you?" Sighing, I looked down at the tiles, waiting for him to say something else.

You're horrible! He save your life when you were little, and this is how you repay him? It's your fault he's going to die!

Shut up! It's not my fault! Ivan lied! He just said he hated me! It's not my fault!

"Hmph, fine, don't answer me, I don't care. As for what you did... I guess you don't remember from the coma... but you're the reason mutti and vati are dead..." I looked up quickly, I thought the voice was lying... "It was a car crash about a week after you woke up..." Thinking back, I faintly remembered the crash. I know the car was on fire, and my seat belt was suck, and I couldn't get it... "Since you couldn't get out on your own, they told me to get you out, but before I could go back for them, the car blew up." I remembered the explosion, because I wasn't completely sure what had happened until I heard Gil screaming for our parents.

I told you, you're a murderer...

No...

You subconsciously knew you were! No one wanted to tell you!

N-no... No... I... I was stuck...

That's your memory playing tricks on you... Let me show you what really happened...

Suddenly it seemed as if I was no longer in the hospital, but in a car, it was raining heavily, I was in the backseat, and turning my head, I could see Gilbert sitting beside me, but he was a teen, and staring out the window with a board expression. Looking forward, mutti and vati were in the front seats, talking quietly, though it wasn't possible to make out what they were saying, when the car swerved suddenly, then righted, vati muttered something angrily. As my view moved back to Gilbert, he rolled his eyes then looked over at me, he half smiled, and leaned over to ruffle my hair. I must have had an injury there, because I flinched and he Gil looked worried.

"Sorry bruder... I forgot about that..." Mutti looked back quickly, then glared at Gilbert, who sunk back in his seat guiltily.

"How many times do I have to tell you Gilbert? Be careful with your bruder for a little while! He's still going to be hurting!" Turning away from mutti I looked back at bruder, who glanced over, I must have smiled or something because he cheered up.

"Chill, he's okay, right Lud?" I nodded, and he grinned. "See! My little bruder is to awesome to let anything get in his way!" The car swerved again, but this time didn't straighten out, Gilbert and I looked around frantically, and suddenly he leaned over and pulled me down, protecting me as the car collided with something. As everything settled, he raised his head, and when I looked up, there was a orange glow coming from the hood of the car.

"Boys! Get out! Hurry!" Scrambling to get the seat belt, but it wouldn't click. "Ludwig! Hurry!"

"I-I'm trying!" Pulling on the belt didn't help, but I still couldn't get it to click and let go, Gilbert tore open my side door, leaning over me, I was shocked when he got it open the first try. He pulled me out of the car, carrying me off to the side, when he set me down, he looked back.

"Wait here!" He turned to go back to the car, where our parents were struggling to get out of the mangled front seats, after to steps, he was knocked back onto the ground when the car blew up. Sitting there shocked, bruder got up quickly, about to run to the car, but someone had stopped when we crashed, and grabbed him, keeping him from the flames. Someone came over to me as well, but I just kept staring at the car, hearing bruder screaming for mutti and vati.

See, it wasn't stuck, you were just to stupid to open it!

Standing in the hospital room, I could feel my heart racing, and there was a faint voice.

"...dig? Ludwig! Can you hear me?" Looking up quickly, Roderich was standing there, he sighed, then surprisingly, hugged me. "Are you okay?" Pushing away from him a bit, I looked over at the hospital bed, Gilbert was still there, but he wasn't awake, looking at the heart monitor, I noticed the heart beats were stronger than before, and becoming normal.

"Wh... What happened...?" He glanced back, then pulled me out of the room, making me sit in the hallway seats, then sat beside me.

"You've been in there for thirty minutes... After about ten Gilbert pressed the button for the nurse, and when she went in, he told her you weren't responding... I went in when she told me... What was going on in that head of yours?" Looking over at the room, I sighed, rubbing my neck.

"I was remembering the crash... Gilbert was telling me that it was my fault, and... I just kinda... Flashed back..." He closed his eyes, then rubbed his temples, it was a moment before he looked at me again, but when he did, he looked sad.

"That wasn't your fault... Fear makes it hard to do simple things... If you had gotten out on your own, and he stayed behind to help, he would have been killed too..." He looked back as someone else entered the hall, and I was surprised to see Arthur, he hung back a bit, and grabbed Alfred as he entered as well. "I called them to ask if you could stay with them for the night. I don't want you being alone tonight, and I know you're good friends with those two..." He glanced back again, then sighed. "They think Gilbert will be okay after a few days rest... Talking to you steadied his heart beat..." He stood, doing the same, he clasped his hand on my shoulder again. "It's really not you're fault..." He went over to the doctor working on Gilbert, and seconds later, Arthur and Alfred ran over to me, I wasn't surprised when Arthur hugged me. Wrapping my arms around him as well, I placed my head on his shoulder, unsure of anything.

Is it my fault...? Is it not...?

Of course it's your fucking fault. Everything is your fault. I'm just waiting for you to realize you're not good for anyone. You only cause problems.

Authors Note:

Ehehe... Okay I have no excuse... I just really didn't want to write this chapter... Cause, it kinda sucks. DX I also hate having two short chapters in a row, but this one wasn't going anywhere. Sorry for this crap, the next chapter will be better, I promise! While you're waiting for the next chapter, you should read Nations ABC's, cause input on that would be awesome! *wink wink nudge nudge* Thanks for reading. :3