~As I promised, here's the next chapter :D Hopefully I can keep updating like this, I feel bad when I cant post for a while. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, so I hope you have fun reading it :) I don't own Hetalia or any products in the story, if I did I would be rich. Feel free to leave reviews, I love to read them! Also, if you see any mistakes, feel free to point them out to me :) Again, thanks for reading the story, it means a lot and you guys are more awesome than Prussia!

On a different note, I couldn't get the italics to work on this chapter for the life of me, so when someone is thinking, just imagine the italics there or something :p

I believe that's all I have to say this time so enjoy~

~Ludwig's P.O.V.~

Ludwig drove up to the familiar, freshly painted orange apartment. His chest was hurting quite a bit, but he really didn't want to just quit on (f/n), so he walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell, which gave a muffled ring. A few seconds after the noise had stopped the door opened.

"Hi (f/n). ready to- Suzanne? Why are you here? Where is (f/n)?"

"Hold your horses sunny, why don't you come in? We can talk in the living room."

Ludwig didn't like the sound of this, she looked too somber. "Is (f/n) alright? Did something happen?" He started panicking.

"She's fine; she's sitting in the living room."

"Oh. What's with the sad look then?"

"Oh you'll see."

The blonde fell silent. He took his shoes off and followed Suzanne into the living room. As soon as he entered he saw (f/n) sitting against the wall with a towel on her knee. She looked up at him and winced. Something was definitely off.

"How come you have a towel on your knee, (f/n)?"

Suzanne answered, with scorn in her voice. "It's ice, her knee is swollen like a balloon. I assume it's from earlier?"

It was his turn to wince. So word had gotten to Suzanne.

(F/n) shifted uncomfortably, seeming to know what was to come.

The German rubbed the back of his neck stiffly, for his chest didn't allow him to stretch that way. He walked over to where (f/n) sat. He lowered to her height and went on one knee. "Are you ok? I knew I shouldn't have let you go back to work."

"NO SHIT!" Suzanne roared.

Ludwig jumped, stood, and turned back to Suzanne. He had never heard he so upset. The blonde opened his mouth to say something, but he found no words there.

Suzanne put them there for him. "Ludwig you should have never let her go back to work, and you should have never gone back to doing….well whatever it is you do! Yes you checked for major things, but look at her knee! If the swelling isn't gone by tomorrow, I'm scared she might have chipped a bone!

(F/n) looked up surprised; Suzanne most likely hadn't told her that then.

Suzanne continued. "Don't get me wrong you did a wonderful job saving her, but you should have at least gone to the hospital! I know the two of you checked each other but that's not a replacement for a hospital."

(F/n) spoke up. "That's not his fault; I wanted to go back to work!"

"I yelled at you enough earlier, don't make me drag you into this again." The old women said.

Anger flared in (f/n)'s eyes, but she stayed silent. Ludwig had never seen her angry either. It was odd.

"So she had been disciplined earlier…" He thought. He felt bad that he let all of this happen. He couldn't believe (f/n) was still hurt because of him. He felt defeated; humiliated. It must have showed, (f/n) looked at him sadly.

"I'm so sorry I-"

"And to think you were going to TRAIN her afterword? What in God's green earth what were you thinking?! And what about your condition?!" Suzanne continued scolding.

The German flinched; He didn't want to tell her. (f/n) didn't want to tell either it seemed, and she looked away.

"You both look as guilty as a sin." She put a hand to her forehead. "What happened to you Ludwig?"

"Well…I…"

"Spit it out boy!"

He looked out the ground. "I kind of got a large gash across my chest." He managed to mumble.

"Let me see it."

He looked up and blushed slightly. "You don't need to its fine, I've had worse when in batt-"

"I don't care, I know you, and even if you wanted help you wouldn't ask. Quit the tough guy act and let me see it!" Suzanne said, eyes burning.

Blushing a bit darker, he did as she commanded, wincing.

"Oh my, I knew it. " The fabric maker said.

(f/n) looked a concerned.

Suzanne went to the first aid kit he hadn't noticed.

"Lay down." Suzanne commanded once again.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to be using disinfectant, which has alcohol. I have a feeling this is going to be painful for you, seeing as you winced to take your shirt off. "

"No, I-"

"Lud just do as she says; there's no arguing with her." (f/n) said exhaustedly.

He looked at her sadly; then did as both women advised.

"Like I said this is probably going to hurt quite bad." Suzanne said opening the bottle of disinfectant.

(f/n) scooted over to him and grabbed his arm reassuringly. She rubbed up and down, looked at him, and smiled.

Suddenly, he didn't feel as bad. At least she didn't hate him like Suzanne did right now.

Suzanne poured the liquid and it burned. Bad.

Ludwig hissed and lifted a leg of the floor. (f/n) started rubbing his arm again, although he wasn't paying much attention.

Suzanne patted his chest a bit, then went over and grabbed the gauze.

"Can you help me sit him up?" Suzanne asked (f/n).

She just nodded, and with the help of both Ludwig managed to get into sitting position. Suzanne re-wrapped Ludwig's chest; and soon it was over.

He was panting slightly, and his hair had managed to fall slightly. Blonde strands fell over his forehead. He was leaned against the nearest wall, and (f/n) sat next to him. She repositioned her ice, and both sat there together, injured, but together.

Suzanne sat in front of the two. "I hate yelling at you I hope you realize, Luddy."

He nodded his head.

"How can you be so dumb, but yet so smart?" She asked.

The blonde decided to stay silent.

The old woman continued humor now in her voice. "How do run a country on that stupidity?"

"That's enough. You've antagonized him enough. Most of this isn't his fault. I wanted to get back to work. Ludwig tried to stop me, but I insisted. Ludwig is not responsible for me, as you are forgetting, and he didn't have to save me. You've made him miserable enough; I can tell it pains him." (f/n) said, scarily calm. He could tell she was anything but calm though, anger had flared up in her eyes again, maybe even stronger than last time. Her jaw was also clenched tightly. The German thought she looked beautiful, as strange as it was.

Suzanne looked at her, slightly taken aback. She stayed quiet for a bit before sighing, then speaking up. "I suppose you're right , dear. But the two of you are going to sit her this evening instead of training."

"Ugh." Germany said.

(f/n) looked at him curiously.

"Italy is going to slack off now." He responded.

(f/n) just laughed.

"How long until we CAN train again?" The blonde asked.

"No less than a week for you. It depends for (f/n). I'll take her to the doctor tomorrow if the swelling isn't better. If it is better though, I give her about a week as well."

"What about work?" (f/n) asked.

Suzanne thought. "How about three days? I don't think any less than that."

She moaned.

Ludwig sighed. He hated this feeling.

"Could you hand me my phone, Suzanne? I had better call Japan and let him know." Germany said next.

"Sure, Luddy."

Suzanne got the phone from Ludwig's jacket and handed it to him. He dialed a number and started talking. Suzanne turned to (f/n).

"Have the two of you eaten?" Suzanne asked quietly.

"I haven't, I'm not sure about Ludwig though." (f/n) said plainly

"Alright, I'll make sandwiches for everyone now that you have food. I mean if that's ok, that is."

"I don't mind, go ahead."

Suzanne walked out of the room just as Ludwig hung up.

"Well?" (f/n) asked.

"I could hear Italy celebrating from across the house." He said rubbing his temples.

(f/n) giggled.

"Where's Suzanne?"

"Making sandwiches."

"Ah…"

Both went quiet.

(f/n) spoke first, in a whisper so Suzanne wouldn't hear. "I'm sorry I did this to you, it's my fault."

"It's my fault too, I shouldn't have let this happen, Suzanne is right."

"Like I said you aren't responsible for-"

"Yes, I am. If anything were to happen to you…" He blushed and looked away.

"No, but," (f/n) grabbed his head and kissed his cheek quickly. "It's sweet of you to think so." She said, not looking at him. She wore a slight blush.

He blushed too and brought a hand to his cheek where she had kissed it. The two went silent again.

Soon enough Suzanne brought the sandwiches back in and the three ate quietly on the floor.

"Well now I feel weird for not having furniture…" (f/n) said.

Suzanne laughed.

Eventually the sandwiches were gone and the three sat there quietly. Suzanne took the plates to the kitchen.

Ludwig decided to take a quick glance at (f/n). Her eyes looked like they were growing heavy and soon they shut, unaware of the blondes stare.

He smiled weakly, grabbed her shoulder, and let her lay on his shoulder. She opened her eyes at looked at him surprised. He forced himself to hold her stare and she smiled then laid back on his shoulder tentatively.

"This just feel…natural." Ludwig thought. The pair sat together dozing off until Suzanne re-entered the room.

"What do we have here?" Suzanne whispered, raising an eyebrow.

Ludwig opened his eyes but (f/n) didn't budge.

"Is she asleep?" He whispered quietly.

"Looks like it." Suzanne whispered back.

He smiled.

Suzanne smiled too. "Shes not sure how she feels about you yet, Luddy. I asked her what she thought of you and she does think you're attractive, but is concerned about you being a country and not being good enough. She hasn't fallen like you have yet."

He shifted his head to look at the top of (f/n)'s. Her hair sparkled and tickled his face. "Somehow, this is good enough for me. How on earth does she think I'm above her?"

Suzanne raised an eyebrow.

"Well I know I'm a country but…"

Her eyebrow rose higher.

"Ok fine I see it, but I assure you I'm not."

"I know." The old women whispered.

"Suzanne, I should probably get back home, (f/n) needs to sleep, and so do you."

"Oh no you're staying here so I can keep an eye on your wounds."

He blushed. "I-I couldn't."

Suzanne laughed quietly. "Sucks to be you then, my friend. Try to get some rest. You were dozing off too as I walked into the room.

He sighed; there was no arguing with that woman. He turned and stood, picking up (f/n) bridal style.

Suzanne hissed. "Hey, who told you could do that? You might open your wound again."

"Well sure as hell you can't pick her up."

"I'm lost; way does she need to be picked up?"

"I'm going to take her to her room."

"No, you're not."

"Why?"

"I'm not walking up and down those stairs so I can't check on both of you. "

The German sighed. "Now who's being work?"

"Oh shut up wise guy and put her down."

He scoffed. "Fine, but I'm at least grabbing blanket for you two."

"Just take it easy ok?"

He nodded and laid (f/n) down carefully on the white virgin carpet.

She immediately curled into a ball. She looked so cute and he stood there for a second, watching her peaceful features.

"Hey Romeo, can you put the ice on her knee?"

"It's not going to stay."

"So tie it."

"Well then." Ludwig said. "Tie it with what?"

"Just use this gauze." She said, tossing gauze at the blonde.

"Alright."

Ludwig gingerly wrapped her leg with the gauze, then stood up after he had finished.

"There, happy?"

"Yup."

"I'm going to see if I can find some blankets." Ludwig said, heading upstairs.

"Move slower lover boy, otherwise your wounds-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He walked slower and eventually got up the stairs. Opening a few doors, he eventually found her room at the end of the hall. It was a beautiful room. From the giant window he could see that it was now dark and the streetlights were turned on. The bright lights shone shadows in the crevices of the room. He flicked the light on, feeling a tad odd being in (f/n)'s room. He found what he was looking for. Oddly, they were in the middle of the room. He figured that was her makeshift bed. He grabbed two blankets. He recognized one, it was Italy's. He dismissed the thought, turned the light off, and headed back downstairs, blankets in hand.

"Find them?"

"Mhmm. Here." Germany handed Suzanne a blanket; it wasn't Italy's.

Suzanne got comfy on the opposite side of the room as (f/n) while Ludwig walked over to (f/n). She was still in the same position as when he had left. He covered her gently, turned the lights off, then went to the middle of the room and collapsed.

"Hey, why aren't you lying next to (f/n)? It's a perfect opportunity~" Suzanne mumbled through her blanket.

He was luckily it was dark so she didn't seem him blushing really hard.

She laughed. "I know you blushing, so don't think you are lucky."

"How do you always know what I'm thinking, woman!" he whispered, freaking out a bit.

"Lucky guess. So what are you going to do, lover boy?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"It suits you, now stop avoiding my question."

He sighed. "It would be invading her space, seeing as she doesn't like me as much as I like her…"

"She seemed fine when she was laying on your shoulder not too long ago." Suzanne reasoned.

"This is completely different, plus I was the one who laid her on my shoulder."

"She stayed there, didn't she?"

Silence.

"Ha, see?"

Ludwig sighed.

"Hey I'm just trying to help." She said. "Do whatever is most comfortable for you." And with that she rolled over and went silent.

He sat and thought for a bit, then decided. He took his spot in the middle of the room,laid on his back, and looking at the ceiling. He heard (f/n) move on his left across the room. Closing his eyes, he thought about the day, and how endless it seemed to extend. And with that thought, he slowly lost consciousness, exhausted.

Key

(f/n)-first name