Germany wiped his mouth as he leaned up from the drinking fountain, glancing up to the clock nearby. It had been almost two hours since they had admitted Japan in the hospital, he was honestly surprised that it was taking so long. But then again, since they didn't even know what he was taking and he was practically a corpse, it was probably pretty troublesome.

He quietly sighed before going over to one of the chairs in the empty waiting room, huffing as he plopped down rather ungracefully onto it. Even Italy had left to go look over the operation to try to get some info of what was happening, course that was about a half hour ago. While it was probably hard to get information out of other people while silently observing on the sidelines, he wasn't sure it was actually supposed to take that long for it. Hopefully he didn't accidently try to help and just made things worse.

Where was he?

"Germany!"

… Right there, apparently.

Germany leaned up as he saw Italy leap through the closed door of the way into the back of the hospital. He glanced over to the secretary not too far away and bit his lip out of habit. He probably shouldn't say anything out loud if there's someone at least half paying attention. He looked up to Italy, tilting his head in a questioning manner to try to silently ask what happened.

"He's alive for now, but he is stuck in a comatose state. There's no telling when he'll wake up, for now anyway." Italy frowned at having to deliver the news, sighing as he looked back to the doors once again before back at the blonde, who now had a gloved hand to his mouth out of shock of the news. "Though they figured out that drug he was using was morphine, a drug to keep you happy when you're in pain. Or, well, not exactly like that but you know."

"Morphine?" Germany repeated, though covering his mouth again at realizing he said it out loud. He glanced over to the secretary, seeing that she didn't notice. He looked back up at Italy and leaned back in his chair, pointing up to the clock to show him what time it was, almost as an 'when the hell are they going to tell me this' sort of manner. Italy just shrugged at him, not even sure what to tell him at that point.

"I think they might have assumed you went home, they did tell you when they knew what was happening they would call you. And I did see one of them on my way back talking on the phone, which was how I knew the bulk of this. I think he must have gotten the answering machine, since I don't know who else would have-"

Italy paused as it just occurred to both of them who the doctor could have been talking to, along with remembering that it was the same person they specifically tell where they were going.

"…Schiesse."

Germany scrambled out of his seat and began to run out the door, Italy worriedly hopping up to float and quickly following after him. On the run home, neither of them spoke to each other, just casting worried 'what the fuck are we going to do' looks at each other. Even though it didn't seem like a big deal for Prussia to know about Japan's condition, with what record Germany has had lately and how Prussia's attitude towards his brother was, they both knew it was not going to end up well.

It took around 20 minutes to practically jog all the way back to the German's house, once finally there only just to stand outside the front door. Germany gulped dryly as he looked up to it, hesitating to go inside to face his older brother.

"What's wrong, Germany?"

"I… Tch, last time I disrespected Prussia's wishes to visit Japan, I ended up getting vivisected by your brother, and Prussia has not forgiven himself for it. Now this happens and, I don't know if I'm going to see him crying or mad at me." Germany said, looking to the door as if an absolute hell was waiting on the other side. "Could you go look for him? To see if he's home or not?"

"Ve, sure! I'll just-

Italy yelped a bit as the door suddenly swung open, the albino the both of them dreaded being right there to stare at larger blonde. Instinctually, Germany took a step back, clenching and unclenching his hands as he tried to survey the situation. He wasn't... sure what Prussia looked like, if he was angry or upset. If anything, he looked tired.

"… Hi bruder."

Prussia narrowed his eyes at him at the greeting, staring at him as if trying to choose his words precisely.

"Who were you talking to, West?"

"Uh, no one."

Prussia looked around the area one more time before motioning Germany to come inside. Germany furrowed his eyes at the lack of dialogue but went inside anyway, Prussia waiting until he was inside before shutting and locking the door.

"…. The hospital called me earlier. Said you admitted Japan into the hospital."

Germany straightened up at being told what he feared, but he nodded either way and turned toward the Prussian.

"Yes, we- … I went to go check up on him earlier today."

"Without telling me?"

"If I did, you wouldn't have let me gone-"

"And you're absolutely fucking right, West! Look what happened! You put him in the hospital again!"

"Wha- I did? He had a drug overdose, I was trying to help him!"

"And look at all the help that did!" Prussia's tone went louder as he raised an arm to the air for emphasis on the matter. He shook his head, stepping out to go past Germany to stand in the doorway of the kitchen. "The doctors said there were a lot of bruises on his chest, arms and waist. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who did that."

Germany blinked, not knowing that particular fact about Japan, but since Japan was weaker at that state it did make sense during their tussle that he might have been a bit too hard on him.

"Well, maybe I did. But I was trying to detain him! He was—"

"Germany. I don't want to hear it. We both know what you did."

He faltered at being called his actual name, frowning a bit more as he realized that Prussia was still thinking Germany must have put Japan in the hospital by force and not Japan himself.

"I didn't do anything, Prussia. Japan was a danger to himself and others."

"Was he overdosing when you broke his neck then? Did you beat him to death after both of you did away with Italy?"

Germany took a step back at the harsh accusation, opening his mouth to try to retort back but nothing even close came to mind to say without the possibility of Prussia twisting his words again. Prussia frowned back at him before just quietly sighing.

"West… I'm tired. I'm trying to help you, but things keep happening. You killing Japan, twice might I add, trying to kill yourself, the talking to nobody… you just won't stop will you?" Prussia stared down his younger brother, almost as if challenging him to try to answer his rhetorical question before nodding once, taking the other's silence as an answer. "You need help, West. More help than I am able to provide." He looked back into the kitchen, raising a hand as almost a signal.

Within about a moment or so, two men entered into the front room from the kitchen, seemingly have been placed there for quite some time but just out of sight. Germany looked between the three of them, noticing their white clothing and taking another step back as panic slowly began to swell in his chest.

"Who… who are they?"

"This is Leon, and this is Klaus. They're from the Willheim Asylum, and they're going to take care of you for a while, West."

Germany's eyes widened as he stared at the two men, his absolute worst fear being realized. Prussia thought he was insane! His breathing pace quickened as he took a stumble of a step back once again. Wait a second, so that's why Prussia locked the door! So he couldn't get away!

"We can talk about this, can't we? I… I'm not insane! I am your brother and I know you're trying to help but this, this isn't the way to go! Locking me away- I can't do that! Italy, what will he do!? How will we find him without my help?! I can't! I won't! I am not letting you do this!"

"We'll manage. Once he is found, we'll check up on you to see if you are good to release back into the public." Prussia stammered in his talking, glancing aside as he quietly sniffed, obviously torn about the harsh decision he was inflicting on his closest family. "I will handle your affairs as best as I can. This is for your own good. I love you, bruder."

Right then, the two men stepped forward, their arms raised in a careful manner to try to get to Germany slowly, the one called Klaus pulling out a syringe from his side, obviously filled with a sedative.

"We don't want to hurt you, Ludwig. We can make this go nice and easy if you just come quietly."

Germany looked at the both of them before taking more steps back, still trying to wrap his head around his own brother doing this to him. What could he do?!

"Germany! I unlocked the door! Run for it!"

His ears perked as he heard the loud panicked scream of the Italian nearby, twisting immediately to head to the door and to throw it open to run out.

"What!? How the—quick quick! Get him!"

Germany ran down the sidewalk for a little bit before glancing back to the house. He looked around for a place to hide, for anywhere to be that they wouldn't see him and try to catch him. He opened his mouth to ask for help when he suddenly felt a strong force yank him from under his arms to send his body straight into the air.

"I got you Germany! I'll get you out of here!"

The blonde looked up, seeing the straining Italy pulling up on Germany's body as hard as he could to get him to stay airborne and to try to float just around tree level so pedestrians along with his brother couldn't easily see him. They stayed this way for a few miles before floating on down to a back alleyway behind a grocery store, not seeing anyone nearby.

Both of them breathed at a quick rate, one being quite tired from the physical exertion and the other from being still panicked out of his wits.

"A mental hospital… an asylum… good Gott, Italy, they're going to lock me away!" Germany almost yelled to the Italian before clasping his hands over his mouth to try to be quiet, not even knowing who could be around to hear him. "If they do, they'll never be able to find you. They can't see you, you'll be stuck and… oh Gott.." He leaned back into the alleyway wall and slid down it so he would be sitting on the ground against it, putting his head in his hands. "What are we going to do…"

Italy frowned as he saw Germany so torn up about the situation, which he had every right to be. His own brother…

Wait… his own brother… that's it!

"We do what an Italian does best!" Italy grinned as he went over to Germany gently nudging on him before taking his hands, yanking on him a little to try to pull him up onto his feet. "We run away! Romano said he'd help us with his boat, didn't he? Let's just get to the boat and sail off into wherever! We'll lay low until we get more information about my whereabouts!"

Germany sniffed quietly as he let Italy pull him back up onto his feet. He frowned at the plan but he sighed. It wasn't in his nature to retreat but, this was a losing battle they were facing. There was no other choice.

"All right, fine. He said we had to call him for the keys. Let's find a pay phone."

"Ve, yes sir!"