Author's note: Between being sick and job-hunting and real life crap, It took forever to get this written! May take an equally long time to get the next chapter up, my apologies for that! And sorry for the chapters being short, I'm just getting back into writing fiction again after a bit of a long break. The next one will be longer, I'm hoping! And thanks for the reviews and likes!

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Gilbert looked into the hospital room, watching Roderich's chest rise and fall with each breath. There were a few machines hooked up to him, and they were beeping and whirring softly in the dim room. A soft sigh slid past Gilbert's lips. The doctors had told him that Austria had had a heart attack, probably brought on from over-caffination. Gilbert was deep in his thoughts, so much so he didn't even notice the shorter blond man walking up to him, younger sister in tow.

Vash stood next to Gilbert, he and his sister both looking into the room solemnly. "Looks like you can care about someone other then yourself." Vash snorted, watching as his little sister Lichtenstein quietly slipped into the room to put a vase of flowers on the small table next to Roderich's bed, being careful not to wake the sleeping nation. Gilbert turned to Vash, a cocky grin on his face. "Naw, it would just have been to un-awesome to not help! Kesesesesese!" Vash just rolled his eyes. "I had that drink looked at, there's a lot of bad stuff in that thing. I've already banned it in my country."

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "What kind of bad stuff?" he asked. "A bunch of chemicals you wouldn't understand about. But it's bad, keep him away from the stuff." Prussia looked a bit ruffed. "What makes you think I'm going to baby-sit him and keep him away from shit?" Gilbert crossed his arms and looked back at Austria's sleeping form. Vash glared and raised a hand toward the rifle that was always strapped to his back. "You found him, you brought him here, that makes him you're responsibility. So when he gets released from here, you're taking him home, and you're looking after him, Understand?" Gilbert raised his hands in resignation, not wanting to annoy Switzerland and further, knowing the small man could shoot a tick off Sweden's dog a mile away.

Lichtenstein slowly crept out of the room to the two men standing at the door. "Bruder, will Mr. Austria be ok?" she said quietly, he big green eyes watery. "He'll be fine. Prussia's going to look after him and make sure of that, right?" Vash glared at the albino-esqe man, who simply nodded in return. "Thank you for watching him, Mr. Prussia." Lichtenstein whispered, curtseying. Prussia smiled and was going to say something, but the look in Switzerland's eyes was a clear warning that if he said of did the wrong thing to the little girl, there'd be hell to pay.

The silence was thick and tense. Prussia breathed a sigh of relief as Germany rounded to corner, two cups of coffee in his hands. Ludwig nodded tersely to Vash and his sister, before handing a cup to Gilbert. Vash turned to glare at Gilbert once again. "I will be checking up on the two of you." he said sternly, turning again to walk down the hall with his sister, who squeeked a small goodbye as they turned the corner.

"Vat vas that all about, Gil? Vat did you do to piss him off this time?" Ludwig asked, sipping his coffee and looking in at Roderich's sleeping form. "He just couldn't handle my awesomeness, that's all." Gilbert said, grinning again. Germany just glared at his older brother. "Alright, alright," Gilbert muttered. "He said this was my responsibility, that I gotta watch over Roddy and keep him away from those stupid drinks."

Ludwing nodded. "I vas able to talk to a doctor, they said he should be able to go home tomorrow, as long as there's no problems." Prussia grumbled. "Can't they keep him a few extra days? Me an Francis and Toni were going to…" Ludwig interrupted him. "NO. You have priorities." Gilbert's jaw dropped. "But…there was gonna be the beach….and…." Another glare from his younger brother silenced him. "OK, ok." Gilbert pouted, flipping out his cell phone, which Ludwig promptly snatched and turned off. "You should know better then to have a cell phone on in a hospital, dummkopf!" Germany hissed. "Call them when you leave!"

Gilbert just sighed.