He stared at the baby.
It had been crying for over an hour and he didn't know how to make it stop.
He glared at it, but that just made it cry worse.
It almost wasn't worth the effort of taking him.
The door burst open and he turned to see a familiar face fall into the room.
"Vell?"
The man caught his breath and bowed.
"I'm sorry for being late, but you were right. Zey ARE who you said zey vere!" his natural accent slipping out in his amazement. "Zey really are Angliya and Frantsiya!"
"I do not lie," the other man replied.
The man below him turned pale.
"Zat's not vhat I meant! I just couldn't believe zat countries exist as people!"
"Vell zey do."
The man bowed again.
"Are ze ozer two Germaniya and Italiya?"
The man nodded.
"Vhat do I do?"
"Nothing. Yet."
The man stared at him.
"Ar-Are you sure?"
He nodded.
"Now go back."
"Of-Of course."
The man turned to leave but was called back.
"Vork on your accent."
The man blushed slightly and left and the other man went back to figuring out how to make the baby shut up.
"What do you mean Sourcils is gone?" Arthur demanded as he sat up.
France flushed.
"I told you we should have waited to he was more awake!" Feliciano whispered to Ludwig.
"Shut up Feliciano," he whispered back.
"Francis, you'd better tell me what's bloody going on right now!"
Francis looked away from the angry man.
"While you we were asleep someone came into ze room and replaced your medicine with aneszesia so you would sleep and not get your medicine. While zey were here, zey also took Sourcils."
"Why would they do that?"
"Ve zhink zhat someone vants you dead," Ludwig said gently.
Arthur froze.
"W-What?"
"Have you ever had one of zese marks before?" Francis asked as he flipped Arthur's wrist over.
"Yes. I've had several. It's nothing to worry about I just keep getting this rash."
"Zat's not a rash, mon ami."
"Then what is it?" Arthur asked with a very confused face.
"It's a mark from a syringe."
Arthur looked even more confused.
"What?"
"Someone has been giving you Mitoxantrone while you've been sleeping."
Arthur collapsed against the sheets.
"ARTHUR!" Francis yelled as he grabbed his husband.
"Someone really wants me dead then," Arthur said weakly.
Francis looked him in the eye.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
Arthur closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"I just assumed it had to do with the pregnancy. I had no idea that anything was wrong."
Francis hugged him tightly.
"What's the matter, frog? What aren't you telling me?"
Francis closed his eyes.
"You have pulmonary edema. You're going to die."
Arthur fainted.
"Francis?"
He turned to see Ludwig and Feliciano standing by the door.
"Ve have to go now. Ve'll be back soon. Ve're just going to pick up some zhings from our house and come back, okay?"
Francis nodded.
"Don't worry fratello! We won't be gone long!" Feliciano added.
Francis nodded again and resumed stroking Arthur's hair.
Ludwig and Feliciano walked out of the room.
"Big brother Francis is so sad," Feliciano said quietly.
"Yes he is," Ludwig answered.
The pair started walking down the hall and out of the hospital.
They didn't talk as they walked, too immersed in their own thoughts.
As they neared their house, Ludwig stopped.
"What is it Ludy?" Feliciano asked in a worried voice as he stopped and turned back.
Ludwig looked around but didn't see anything.
"N-Nozhing Feliciano. Let's just get home."
Ludwig made sure Feliciano went in the house first and looked around again before shutting the door and locking it tightly.
Feliciano was staring at him.
"What's wrong German-?"
"NO!" Ludwig cut him off quickly.
Feliciano stared at him with wide eyes.
Ludwig immediately regretted yelling and crossed to the smaller nation.
"I'm sorry Feliciano," he whispered as he hugged the man tightly. "I'm just nervous."
Feliciano stared at him.
"You're nervous? About what?"
"Nothing."
"Please tell me Ludy," Feliciano begged.
"I zhink someone was following us home."
Feliciano froze and held onto Ludwig tighter.
"Ar-Are you sure?"
"Yes Feliciano. That's why I want you to stay with me at all times and be careful."
"Why do you think someone would follow us?"
Ludwig held the small man tightly.
"I zhink someone knows who we are. Not Ludwig and Feliciano. I zhink zhey know zhat ve're Germany and Italy."
"That shouldn't be a problem! Why can't we just live our lives without something like this? We're already had all the pain and fear of so many wars and those didn't affect us quite as deeply as this does!"
He started to cry so Ludwig rubbed his back.
"You need to stay with me at all times now. Unless ve're vith Francis and Arthur, you must stay by my side. I won't leave you alone unless I need to and only if you're being left vith someone vho vill vatch you. Okay?"
He felt Feliciano nod against his chest.
"Okay," he murmured.
"Come on, ve need to get our stuff so ve can go back to Francis."
"Oh yeah. Fratello needs us."
"Exactly. Let's hurry up and get out of here. Ve von't be in danger at zhe hospital."
Feliciano nodded again and walked upstairs with Ludwig to get some clean clothes and take a shower.
AN: So who do you think is following Germany and Italy? And who do you think visited someone else at the beginning of the chapter?
HMM?
But someone pointed out to me that I made a typo. Sourcils starts with an 's' (not a 'c') and ends with an 's'...yeah...my bad...BUT FROM NOW ON IT WILL BE CORRECT!
I have a question for everyone reading. If I suddenly dropped this story for like months or a year, what would you do? Say that I had no way of publishing another chapter or telling you that I can't, what would you guys do? I'm not planning on dropping it but I'm just asking in case something ever happens that I wasn't expecting.
Anyway! See ya soon!