Ludwig and Feliciano were back at the hospital within a couple hours.

Francis looked relieved to see them walk in.

He was still sitting next to Arthur and it seemed the other man hadn't woken up since they left.

His eyes were drawn and bloodshot suggesting that he hadn't slept in weeks or eaten in months.

"Merci. Zank you for coming back," he said softly, eyes not quite meeting theirs.

"Of course fratello. We wouldn't leave you alone during this," Feliciano said kindly.

Francis's mouth tried to form a smile but couldn't manage and it crashed back into a worried frown.

Feliciano walked over to him and sat down in the empty chair beside him.

"It's going to be okay Francis," he said in a serious voice that was completely sure of itself. "Peureux will fight off the disease, Sourcils will be found, and Arthur will-"

"Arthur is going to die!" Francis shouted over him, standing up in his fury and resignation. "We all know it! He does too! Zere's no way to stop it by zis point! Stop feeding me all zis crap! You know it's not true!"

Both Feliciano and Ludwig looked taken aback. Feliciano had actually moved his chair away from him.

"Francis," Ludwig started sternly; he looked around quickly before lowering his voice and continuing. "Arthur is a strong man, his country is doing fine. It's going to take a lot more zhan zhis to keep him down for long. He may be in pain now, but he'll get over it; he always does. We all do."

His words seemed to calm the overemotional blond down.

Ludwig walked over to Francis and put a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Zhe only zhing ve can do now is vait," he said quietly.

Francis put his face in his hands and started shaking slightly.

Ludwig silently guided him back into his chair and kept him there.

"I can't wait any longer. Every time he wakes up we can only tell him bad news. Then somezing happens and he's unconscious again." A few tears slipped out of his eyes. "Why did zis have to happen? Why couldn't whoever is attacking us just leave us alone?"

His individual tears started to fall faster and melt into one another becoming sobs that wracked this whole body.

"I just can't take zis! It's too 'ard!"

There was nothing either Ludwig or Feliciano could do but watch Francis cry his heart out.

Feliciano instantly realized how much he needed Ludwig and how lost he would be without him.

He felt his own tears prickling his eyes and he threw himself at the other man who was luckily paying enough attention to catch him.

Ludwig pulled him close and let him cry on his chest as he realized the same thing.

"Ssh Feliciano," he whispered gently. "Don't cry. I'm not going anywhere."

Feliciano shook his head frantically and kept crying.

Ludwig let the man tire himself out before laying him on the empty bed again.

He stepped back after kissing the man's forehead and turned around.

"Francis?"

The Frenchman looked up at him.

"Can you vatch Feliciano for me? Just make sure he stays here?"

Francis nodded.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to check somezhing. I just have a veird feeling."

Francis nodded again while Feliciano drifted off.

"Zhank you. I should be back vithin the hour."

He turned around and walked out of the room.

Ludwig was looking from side to side as he walked.

He was sure that someone was onto them for a reason, but his only guess was nowhere to be found.

If he hadn't been so distracted, he would have noticed the muffled footsteps.

Something grabbed both his arms and pinned them behind his back with one hand while the other was jammed up against his throat.

He tried to turn, but whoever was behind him easily prevented him.

"Vh-Vhat do you want?" he managed to choke out.

The person put their head next to his ear.

"I know who you are."

Ludwig tried to turn again, but once again he was blocked.

"Vhat do you mean by zhat?"

"I know that you're Germany," the voice purred. "And I know the other men are England, France, and Italy." Ludwig could almost feel the other person smirk. "Little Italy looks so weak and defenseless. I wonder if he is as easy to catch as you are." The voice paused as if the person was thinking something over. "I've also heard he's easy to bed. Just threaten him and he'll do whatever you want."

"You leave Feliciano alone!" he shouted at the other man, almost succeeding in throwing him off.

The man 'tsked' at him.

"Can't have that," he said in a voice that made Ludwig shiver. "I can't let you see where we're going and I can't have you keep fighting me."

He pulled a small object out of his pocket and pressed it into his neck.

Ludwig fought for a long time but eventually lost.

"Sweet dreams," was the last thing he heard in a mockingly sweet voice. "I'm going to go visit your dear little Italy now."

"Fe…li…ci…a…no…" he gasped before his everything went black.

AN: AH MAH GOSH! Someone jumped Germany! D:

But yes...the mysterious man has struck again! And he's gonna go after Feli next!

More clues should be given about the person behind this all in the next couple chapters. Do you know who it is?

Anyway! See ya soon!