Okay, I really didn't want to split up the chapter but it was 2 in the morning, I wasn't finished, it was going to be too long, and I was also keeping a chapter pattern. Enjoy anyway!

"Cheers!" People in the bar yelled. Prussia took a chug of his beer.

"Yo, Gilly!" Prussia looked over to see a tall redhead.

"Hey, Anselm! How are you?" Prussia asked the man.

"Good, good. What brings you here?" Anselm asked.

"I'm here with my Bruder. Yo, West!" Prussia pulled Germany towards Anselm.

"Guten tag, Anselm," Germany said as he drank some of his beer.

"Guten tag to you too, Ludwig," Anselm said happily, "How's being 'representative of the nation'?"

"Hey, that's a secret, Anselm!" Prussia said. Anselm laughed.

"It's not a well-kept secret!" The three men laughed and drank their beer. Then there was a ringing to the beat of 'Mein Gott'.

"Oh, my phone's ringing," Prussia said as he pulled out the phone, "The awesome me will be back! Kesesesese!" Prussia walked away with the phone to his ear.

"So, Ludwig," Anselm started, "How's life?"

"Good, my friend is on vacation and left his 'child' with me."

"Child?"

"Not really, she's a representative also, but of a micronation."

"Those exist?" Anselm said confused.

"Ja, but people and nations only care for real nations."

"Oh, I'm sorry if offended those nations."

"I can't accept your apology as if I was a micronation." Germany turned to see Prussia walking back, but not as he left. The albino man was paler than usual. He looked like a ghost.

"W-west…"

"What's wrong, Bruder?"

"L-lizzy c-called," Prussia stuttered, "It's about Luna." Germany paused.

"What's wrong? What happen?" Germany said frantically.

"Luna was…hit…by a car when they were crossing the street. Lizzy was calling from the ambulance and is on the way of the hospital." Germany clenched his fists then ran out the bar. "West!" Prussia yelled as he ran after Germany. "Where are you going?"

"We have to get to hospital immediately!"

"By running there? West, you need to stop and think!"

"No time. We have to go now!"

"West, we can go by the house and get my car!"

"The hospital is not that far from here! If we run there, we can get there in no time!"

"It's 10 miles away! You can't run that far!"

"Nonsense! We can make it!"

"No, West!" Prussia finally caught up to Germany and grabbed his arm. "Stop, Ludwig." Germany looked at Prussia's arm.

"What are you doing, Bruder? We need to get to the hospital!"

"You need to calm down. Think logically, please. Your mind is clouded by this incident. We need to drive to the hospital." Prussia released Germany's arm. Germany sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"Fine, we'll get your car."

The three men (they went home and grabbed Austria) ran towards the door to the emergency room. Germany pushed opened the hospital door and ran towards the front desk. There was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes working at the desk.

"Frau, did a 'Luna Sol' check in?" The woman looked through a pile of paperwork in front of her.

"Ja, they did. Your association?" The woman asked.

"I'm Luna's temporary guardian. What room is she in?" The woman searched through her paperwork.

"She is in…room 308."

"Danke schön," Germany said. Then the group immediately got on the nearest elevator and went to the third floor. Then the three split up to find the room. It was Prussia who ended up finding it.

"Hey, you guys! Here it is!" The other two gave up their search and joined Prussia. The image that they saw when they opened the door made Germany in the stomach. He looked at the hospital bed which was occupied was Luna. However, she wasn't as cheery and sweet as she was known to Germany. The poor girl's head was wrapped in a bandage and her left leg was in a cast. She had tubes coming out of her practically everywhere. Her long, waist-length hair was everywhere, parts being matted, parts tangled in the bandage, and parts just out. She was wearing an oxygen mask, breathing unevenly. Germany then turned to Hungary who was sitting in a chair shaking and crying.

"Lizzy," Prussia started as he tried to comfort Hungary, "what happen?"

"We, we, we were coming from the m-mall," Hungary started, who sobbing with her breath jagged, "And we n-needed to, to, cross the r-road but I've k-known that it was too busy and she wasn't in front of me s-so I couldn't watch her," Hungary turned her head towards Germany. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was disheveled. "I'm so sorry, Ludwig. I am really, really sorry for this." Germany simply looked at Hungary and looked back at Luna. Germany pulled a chair to Luna's bedside. He sat down next to her and grabbed her hand.

"Luna?" The body didn't move. "Luna, if you can hear me, can you please open your eyes?" No answer again.

"The doctor had to heavily sedate her," Hungary started, "She broke several ribs, crack her skull, and broke her leg. She's not going to hear you, Ludwig." Germany slightly squeezed Luna's hand trying to hold all his emotions in. Then the doctor walked in the room.

"There's so many people for one little girl," The doctor said as he walked in, "My name is Hans Schmidt."

"Hallo, Herr Schmidt. How is she?"

"Well, she's lucky that she's alive."

"Is that all you have to say?!" Germany seethed.

"Nein, she will have to have to surgery to fix her ribs. The crack in her skull is minor so it shouldn't take long for it to heal on its own. As for the leg," The doctor poked the cast with a pen which made Germany twitch, "it's in a cast, so I say about 6 to 8 weeks to heal." Dr. Schmidt walked to the nightstand next to the hospital bed and started scribbling on a clipboard. "We'll have to keep her until her surgery and a week after to let her heal."

"When are you doing the surgery?" Germany asked.

"We want to do it tomorrow but because the location of the fragments shouldn't be fatal, we can wait longer than tomorrow."

"Okay," Germany said calmly.

"Um, we're going check up on her later, but you can stay until then," Germany nodded.

"Danke, Herr Schmidt," Germany said as the doctor left the room. Germany turned towards the other three, "Okay, we're leaving. You guys can go on ahead." Austria, Prussia, and Hungary nodded and walked out of the room. When they left, Germany grabbed Luna's hand and gave it a light squeeze. Germany then started trembling. "If only…If only I could trade spots with you. If only, Luna, if only." Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I will come back soon." Germany reluctantly released Luna's hand and lightly placed it on the bed.

The ride back to the house was a quiet one. When they got home, everyone went immediately to their room. Germany was the only one who didn't because he went into his office. He sat down in his office chair and sighed. He pulled out his cellphone and looked at the time. It was 10 at night. He still decided on calling Italy.

"Ve~?" a tired voice answered.

"Italy?"

"Ve~ Germany! Wait, it's 10 at night. Why are you calling so late?"

"I needed to talk to you about something."

"Who the hell is calling, Veneziano?" Germany heard another voice.

"Go back to sleep, Lovi."

"You better not be talking to the potato bastard!"

"But, Fratello…he called…"

"I DON'T FUCKIN' CARE! HANG UP!"

"Wait, wait," Germany started, "Italy—Feli...It's about Luna."

"Ve~ what's wrong?" Germany choked on his words.

"L-luna…she was hit by a car. Is it possible for you to come to Munich?" There was no answer. "Feliciano?"

"Ludwig," Italy said quietly, "As soon as we port in Sète, we'll come."

"Thank you, Feliciano."

"You're welcome, Ludwig…" The Italian hung up the phone and Germany sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair. Then Germany walked to the office door. Then he stopped then turned to his desk. Then he snapped. He started pushing off the stuff on his desk, throwing books, and tearing paper. Then Germany slipped down to the hardwood floor and begins to cry. He trembles as he cries. After he calmed down, he thought about Luna. He already missed her dark platinum blonde hair, her ocean-like aqua green eyes, and her smile which in turn made Germany smile. He missed them all, only to know that there was a chance that she wouldn't make and if she did, she would go back to living with Italy. It looked like a lose-lose situation for Germany. Oh, even the thought of Luna's mutilated body and her being in pain made Germany's stomach churn. There was only a select few that would make Germany's stomach go like this. One was Italy, but that's for a good reason. Germany sighed and cleaned up his mess. Then Germany left the office for his room. When he got there, he was tempted just to pass out but got ready for bed. When he finished, he plopped unto the bed. Germany sighed, turned to his side, and prayed for a sleep he knew he wasn't getting.

I hope you felt Germany's pain. My goal is to have this chapter to be emotional but still good. Please tell me if you thought this was good or if I need to work on it. Also, if any of you want to use Luna is a story, you could as long as you say she belongs to me. Other than that, Hasta la Pasta!