Erreur dans l'amour Germany X Switzerland Chapter 8, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Erreur dans l'amour – GerSwi- Chapter 8

The loud thud of car doors opening and closing just outside made Vash open his eyes in hope. His arms were still tied to the rail of the bed, and his body had gone numb from the Italians constant torture, but the sound of the German voices brought a smile to his face, finally, Feliciano would get caught. The said Italian cursed under his breath at the voices outside and looked at the smirking Swiss man. Feli's eyes were a crimson red with fear and anger. He picked up a bottle of liquid and set it poured a bit into one of Vash's wounds. He gasped from the pain, his smirk disappearing and a pained expression on his face, it felt like acid tearing at his flesh.

"Don't you dare speak of me, or I will be sure you suffer more, like your sister." Feliciano had bent down to whisper venom in Vash's ear. The Swiss man tightened his grip on the bed sheets as the Italian poured the bleach over the word 'PERFECT' on his stomach. Vash held in a cry of pain as his vision began to fade, he couldn't stay awake. He watched, helpless as the Italian fled from the upper window of the basement before he blacked out; the sound of a German calling his name before he lost consciousness. Damn it…

Beep…

The room was silent except for the steady beeping of the monitor, allowing everyone to know his heart beat was steady. He lay on the clean hospital bed, IV's hooked up to him to keep a constant steady fluid going through him, his body covered in bandages to prevent infection, one foot casted to keep it from moving. His breath escaped from his mouth as he breathed in and out slowly, occasionally wincing in his slumber. A single man sat in a chair beside the bed, his elbows propped up on the side of the bed and hands clasped tightly together; he seemed to be praying.

He was whispering softly, his eyes closed as he prayed, the sunlight shone through the hospital room, casting a blue light over the room. Suddenly there was a shift in the bed as the blonde haired man stirred, his eyes opening slowly. Ludwig dropped his hands down from clasping together and sat up a bit more, Vash was finally waking up.

"L-Ludwig?" The Swiss man questioned, looking at the blonde hair, blue eyed German next to him. He was tired, but he smiled as the German smiled, hoping it was a sign that everything was going to be ok. Ludwig held Vash's hand in his own and smiled reassuringly at him.

"Yeah, everything's all right now." He spoke, he was happy to see Vash awake. The Swiss man tried to sit up in the bed, but was stopped and forced to lay back down," You can't get up, doctor's orders."

Vash sighed; he was growing more and more awake, but as he did so he felt the slight stings from the cuts and wounds, his memory slowly starting to come back to him. He asked suddenly," How long have I been out?"

"Well, it's been a few months actually…" The German spoke, fearful of what other questions he might have to answer to the Swiss man. Vash's grip on his hand tightened as though he were remembering something painful, tears welled up in his eyes.

"A- and my sister…?" he choked, holding back a cry, it seemed more like a statement of realizing the truth more-so then a question, but the German answered regrettably, shaking his head. Vash held back his tears, trying to think about the events that happened before he blacked out. He asked, feeling uncomfortable," Is there any way I can sit up?"

The German sighed, not wanting to deny him twice; reaching over to grab the bed's remote and set it so that the mattress sat him up slightly. Vash mumbled a thanks and bit his bottom lip, remembering those crimson red eyes, the wrong color, the wrong face, he shuddered, he looked up abruptly as the German asked a question of his own," Who did this to you?"

Vash frowned, remembering, but he couldn't tell Ludwig, he couldn't bring himself to admit who had done it. His heart pained at the thought of the innocent yet malicious face of the snapped Italian, he finally spoke," I-"

His voice was cut off as the door slammed open," Ve~ Ludwig! I heard Vash woke up!"

The Swiss man tensed as the small Italian burst into the room, he didn't look up, afraid to see the sickening innocent smile that would be laid upon him and his beaten body.

"Yeah, he woke up." Ludwig said quickly, his face showed obvious annoyance at the fact that their peace and quiet had been destroyed. He looked back at Vash, growing more serious, the question was of utmost importance," Do you remember who did this to you?"

"Ve! Who did do this to you, Vash?" Feliciano questioned innocently, when the German turned his back to the Italian Vash saw a smirk and a vicious glare directed at him from Feli. He gritted his teeth, looking down.

"I- I can't tell you." Vash said regrettably, there was his chance, his one chance to end it all. He could have easily told Ludwig that it was Feli that had done it to him. But he wouldn't have believed him. No one would believe that Feli- the sweet innocent little Italian- could have done this to him. He kept his mouth shut, Could he even trust the German anymore?

"Please, tell me." The German pleaded his love to tell him.

"I can't remember…" Vash lied, seeing the smile reappear on Feli's face. He couldn't trust anyone, there was no one that he could go to. Feliciano ran the systems.

"I'll find him, and when I do I will be sure he goes through hell, I can promise you that." Ludwig told Vash, wanting to comfort him. Vash could see Feli freeze for a moment, if there was anyone Feli would be afraid of, it was Ludwig.

"Y-yeah." Vash nodded, the cuts on his stomach began to spaz with pain and he winced. Wanting to be left alone, the pain was too much.

"Ve~ Ludwig, Gilbert needed to talk to you about something." The Italian decided to inform him, his own stomach twisting as the German bent down and kissed Vash's forehead before leaving.

"I'll be back later." Ludwig told him, something was wrong with Vash, he could sense the sudden shift in mood fairly easy, But why so sudden? Did he remember something?

Feli waited for Ludwig to leave the room before he turned and smirked at the Swiss man," Good pet. Keep that up and everything will be okay."

Vash gritted his teeth, looking at the bed sheets, his body tense as he expected sudden impact from a knife of some sorts, but nothing happened, this Italian smirked and ran out of the room, closing the door behind him. Like a kick in the stomach after the beating, he was gone.