Yay, chapter 2! There's a lot of Italian dialogue in this one and the next one (which all came from Google Translate so I apologize if it's wrong) and the translations are at the end of each chapter. Please enjoy (:

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"Lovi."

He doesn't know if his brother's name came as a whisper or a shout, nor does he knew which he intended. All Feliciano knows is that Lovino is lying in the street before him, broken and bruised and bleeding, as a car speeds away, swerving as it goes.

"Germany!" Italy shouts as his hands start to shake and his breath quickens to hyperventilation. This is too real, too much. Feliciano kneels next to his brother, his arms shaking as he pulls him to his chest. The wound in Lovino's arm bleeds profusely, staining Feliciano's shirt a deep crimson, but he cares not. Feliciano clutches his brother's unconscious form closer, his mind frozen in shock, his whole body shaking. Nothing is real, nothing can be real, this is all too fast, too surreal, too much…

"Germany!" he tries to shout, but his voice is shrill and breathy in his panicked state. He takes a deep breath, clears his throat, and tries again. "Germany, please!" he shouts, much more strongly this time, and seconds later Ludwig comes barreling out of the house to see Lovino unconscious in his brother's arms. Ludwig turns his eyes to Feliciano, whose face has gone several shades paler as he holds his brother close, his entire frame shaking along with Lovino's.

"What took you so long?" Feliciano asks desperately when Ludwig kneels next to him.

"I'm sorry," Ludwig says sincerely. "It doesn't matter now. What happened?"

"He's been hit by a car," Italy says desperately. "I don't know what to do, Germany, please, help me, I don't know what—"

"Italy," Germany interrupts him. "It's going to be alright. Breathe, it's okay. We can handle this, he'll be fine. Breathe."

Italy nods, exhaling with a sob and drawing a deep breath.

"Look, Italy," Germany says softly. "He's waking up."

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"..tello, wake up, please. Per favore, Lovi."

Lovino is confused as he lays mangled and broken, cradled in Feliciano's shaking arms. Confused because he cannot move, cannot open his eyes, and frightened because there is a thick darkness closing in around him, stealing his breath and threatening to take him under again. He fights, clinging to his brother's frantic voice. Finally his eyes flicker open.

"Lovi!" Feliciano cries. "Caro Dio, Lovi, are you alright?"

"F-Feli," Lovino stammers weakly.

"Si," Feliciano says softly. "I'm here, fratello."

"Feli," Lovi says again, his eyelids fluttering. "Feli, sono stanco."

"Lovi, stay with me," Feliciano begs. "Lovi, please, per favore, stay awake." Lovino's eyes flicker open feebly.

"É doloroso," Lovino pants, then swallows hard. "Feli, non riesco a muovermi, tutto é doloroso. Ho paura."

"I know, Lovi," Feliciano says, stroking Lovino's hair gently with his quaking fingers. "I know, and I'm sorry. Non cercare di parlare, fratello, sará bene."

"Toni," Lovino gasps. "Spagna. Bisogno Spagna."

"I'll get him, Lovi, I promise," Feliciano assures him. "Shhh, breathe, you're going to be alright. I'm going to yell now, alright? Don't be frightened." Feliciano waits for Lovino's shaky nod of acknowledgement before calling, "Prussia! Canada! Come here, please!"

Within seconds, the two are charging outside, obviously horrified by the sight before them, the sight of Lovino gasping and bleeding against his brother's chest and refusing to let the tears fall. Feliciano meets Gilbert's eyes.

"Call Spain, he's the only one who can calm him down."

"He's in a meeting with his boss," Gilbert says, and suddenly there is an uncharacteristic, frighteningly angry flash in Feliciano's gold eyes, and Gilbert flinches.

"I don't care where he is," the Italian says fiercely, and Lovino flinches in his arms, his hand clutching the fabric of Feliciano's shirt. "Call him and tell him Lovi's hurt, and he will come home. He'd want to know this, and we need him."

Gilbert nods, startled, and pulls out his phone.

"Calm down, Feli," Matthew says softly. "He can tell that you're scared and it isn't helping him."

Feliciano nods and takes a deep breath.

"Italy," Ludwig says softly. "We should take him inside. It's cold out here, that won't help the shock. We can't take him to the hospital, since being a nation complicates things; if he were a normal human that crash would have caused far more damage, and we don't need to raise any confusion by taking him to the hospital. But I'm fairly sure Gilbert can take care of him; he's seen more than his fair share of this kind of thing."

"And Mattie's pretty good with first-aid, too," Gilbert adds, still waiting for Spain to answer.

Feliciano merely nods, turning back to his brother.

"Lovi, Germany is going to pick you up now, alright?" he says gently. "This will probably hurt, but you'll be okay. We won't let anything happen to you, Lovi. You're perfectly safe."

Lovino shakes his head, clinging tightly to his brother. Feliciano strokes his brother's hair away from his face, swallowing hard to quell the tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Lovi," Feliciano says softly. "You're going to be fine. Please, let us help you. Germany is not going to hurt you."

Lovino nods mutely and Feliciano shifts his hold, allowing Ludwig to take his brother's trembling form in his arms. Hellacious pain tears through every nerve in his body with the movement and Lovino bites his lip, but the scream of anguish wrestles its way forth nonetheless, a single traitor tear escaping his eyes. A round of shallow gasps sends a spasm of agony through his ribcage, bright reds and purples streaking his vision. The unfamiliar arms around him make him feel trapped, helpless, almost claustrophobic, and he longs for Antonio's soft touch and laughing green eyes and lilting voice. He closes his eyes tight, fighting madly to pull away from Germany's hold.

"Lovi, stop," Feliciano implores. "Stay still, you'll make yourself worse if you keep squirming."

"Toni," Lovino whimpers, still trying to pull away and managing to knee Germany in the face. "Voglio Toni."

"Just put him in the grass, West," Gilbert says, still holding the phone to his ear. "He'll hurt himself trying to get away from you like that."

Germany nods, placing Lovino gingerly in the grass. Feliciano sits next to him, his eyes on Gilbert, who is slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"I got his voicemail, Italy."

Feliciano sighs, frustrated, a single tear escaping his eyes.

"Use Lovino's phone," Matthew says suddenly. "It's on the end table in the living room. He'll answer for Lovi."

Prussia nods and rushes back into the house.

"Thank you, Canada," Italy says sincerely, flashing Matthew a smile before turning back to Lovino. Seconds later, Gilbert comes back, Lovino's phone pressed to his ear.

"He's been hit by a car," Gilbert says. "He's badly hurt, and he's terrified, and you need to come home... I don't know, he-"

Gilbert breaks off when Lovino screams again as Feliciano pulls him into a more upright position. Matthew rushes forward, kneeling in front of Lovino and attempting to identify the source of his anguish, but the Italian shouts, "Non mi toccate! Per favore, non mi toccate!"

"Lovi, we're only trying to help you," Feliciano says desperately, running his fingers through his brother's hair in a futile attempt to comfort him.

"No, no, non mi toccate. Feli, non lasciarli, per favore."

Feliciano draws a deep breath, frustrated and frightened. "Alright, Lovi," he says softly before looking up to the others. "We'll have to wait until Toni gets here," he says, defeated.

"Toni, please hurry," Prussia says. "He's terrified. He won't let anyone other than Feli touch him...Alright. See you soon, Toni."

Gilbert hangs up, slipping Lovino's phone into his pocket along with his own.

Feliciano gives a choked sob and Ludwig places an arm around him.

"Thank you, Gilbert," Feliciano says, not looking away from Lovino's horribly pale face. He sighs, realizing that Lovino is holding his breath. "Breathe, Lovi," he urges gently. No response. "I know it hurts, but you need to breathe."

Lovino exhales in a gust and takes in a shuddering breath, gripping Feliciano's hand tightly, as though losing contact will cause him to fall off the planet. Feliciano looks down at the quivering mass in his arms; Lovino is gasping desperately, still whimpering occasionally, but still refusing to let the tears fall. Tear of his own springing to his eyes, Feliciano strokes his brother's hand gently with his thumb, turning his eyes to the corner of the street and watching for the bright red pain of Antonio's car.

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Caro Dio: dear God

sono stanco: I'm tired.

É doloroso. Feli, non riesco a muovermi, tutto é doloroso. Ho paura: It hurts. Feli, I can't move, everything hurts. I'm afraid.

Non cercare di parlare, fratello, sará bene: Don't try to talk, brother; it's going to be okay.

Spagna. Bisogno Spagna: Spain. I need Spain.

Voglio Toni: I want Toni.

Non mi toccate! Per favore, non mi toccate: Don't touch me! Please don't touch me.

No, no, non mi toccate. Feli, non lasciarli, per favore: No, no, don't touch me. Feli, don't let them, please