Chapter 3
The ones on board were lucky when the flight was over. Arthur dusted himself off (as fighting with Francis can get very messy) and picked up a sleeping Gilbert (he fell asleep when Arthur and Francis were in the middle of fighting) up. The two left the plane first, followed by Alfred. Francis and Matthew were left to guard the plane. The three got into a Volkswagen and drove to Gilbert's brother's, Ludwig, house. Arthur handed Gilbert to Alfred and knocked on the door.
Ludwig appeared in the door, a stern expression on his face. His face softened when he saw Gilbert. He took Gilbert from Alfred, holding him bridal-style and set him down on the couch. He put a blanket over his brother's body, to keep him warm. Turning to the other two in the doorway, he thought he recognized the American. And then it hit him; that was the soldier that Ludwig saved in the first World War. The American must have recognized him, too, because he gasped.
It was a stormy day, rain flooding the battlefield. In the distance, cries of pain could be heard. A young Doctor Ludwig rushed to the battlefield, to find the cries coming from a young, wounded American. He glanced around the area, hoping not to find a fellow German troop, and began treating the American. There was a bullet buried in his shoulder, so Ludwig dug it out. More cries came from the American, but he didn't struggle. Soon, the wound was treated and wrapped. Ludwig took it upon himself to reunite the American with his fellow troops. The only thing Ludwig remembered was the strange cowlick on top of the American's head.
Ludwig tried to shut the door, but Alfred put his boot in front of it to stop it. Alfred had to find out if that really was the man who helped him. "Sir, by any chance, did you happen to be a doctor in the first World War?" Ludwig nodded and Alfred gasped even more and stuttered a thanks. He stood, gaping at the man who saved his life.
Meanwhile, Gilbert woke up. He was confused at first, but he started to recognize his surroundings. He tried sitting up, which resulted him in more vomiting. In the mix of body fluid, much to Gilbert's horror, was blood. He let out a cry of pain and distress, drawing Ludwig's attention. His brother rushed to Gilbert's side, patting his back and trying to reassure him. Gilbert puked up more blood and eventually blacked out. The last thing he heard was his brother screaming his name and crying.
Awwwww~ Germany, I knew you had a soft spot~ Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. So, what's gonna happen to Gilbert? That will be revealed in the next chapter! Reviews, favs, and follows are always welcome!