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Sorry it's a day late. I was a little busy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

ItaIre: Falling for You

Patrick checked the time. His last class for the day had just ended, and he could finally get some sleep. He'd been up for most of the night to finish a project.

He looked up. Ahead of him was someone coming from the opposite direction. Patrick moved to the side, allowing the other to pass without problem. The other mirrored the movement, though he managed to overstep a bit on the footpath. Patrick ran closer when this person fell off the path and onto the dirt next to the path.

"Are you okay?" Patrick asked as he rushed closer.

The other person clutched his ankle and shook his head.

"No," he gasped. "I-I don't think I'm okay."

Patrick helped him to sit on the footpath before he rolled down the other's sock. The other person gasped at the contact.

"I think it's already starting to swell," Patrick said. "I'll call the campus's emergency services. I think they're better qualified to take a look at it."

"C-could you at least stay with me?" the other asked.

"Sure."

Patrick pulled out his student card, which had the number of the emergency service. He dialled the number and waited.

"This is campus emergency services," the girl on the other end said. "How can we help you?"

"Yeah, there's someone who just fell near the Economics building," Patrick said. "It looks like he sprained his ankle."

"Okay, I'll send someone to help. In the meantime, help him to take off the shoe and sock. Give his foot room to breathe."

"Okay, thank you."

Patrick ended the call and knelt down to help the other.

"Okay, so I need to help you take off your shoe," Patrick said. "Is that fine?"

The other nodded, and Patrick helped him to take off the shoe.

"I guess I really fell for you, huh?" the other said.

"Is now really the time for a pickup line?" Patrick asked, glaring slightly.

The other winced and looked away.

"Sorry," he said. "I just… I was looking for a distraction. Your eyes are pretty."

Patrick shook his head, though he had a feeling that the other was genuinely reacting to his eyes just then.

"Thanks," Patrick muttered. "What's your name?"

"Feliciano," the other said.

"I'm Patrick. So, Feliciano, do you feel pain anywhere else?"

Feliciano frowned, before he shook his head.

"I'm okay," Feliciano said, raising his hands.

The moment Patrick saw Feliciano's hands, he frowned.

"Your hands are bleeding," Patrick said.

Feliciano blinked, before he looked at his hands. Patrick brushed Feliciano's ankle with his finger, eliciting a hiss of pain.

"I think this hurts the worst, and so you can't feel anything else," Patrick said. "The alternative is that your body is in shock, or that the adrenaline is numbing the pain. I'm going to look for any other wounds. Is that okay?"

"O-okay," Feliciano stammered.

Patrick looked over Feliciano's legs, seeing that the knee of his jeans was torn. After a bit of investigation, he could see the blood.

"Your knee's also bloody," Patrick said. "Looks like you got hurt more than you expected."

Feliciano grimaced. One of the campus carts came closer, and Patrick could see the logo of the campus's emergency services on the driver's shirt. As the cart came to a stop, Patrick moved away to allow the other person to work. The emergency worker grabbed a kit and walked closer.

"I'm Vash," the guy said. "I heard you sprained your ankle?"

Feliciano nodded. Patrick winced when he saw just how swollen the ankle was. It wasn't necessary to compare the ankle with the other.

"How did this happen?" Vash asked as he put on his gloves.

"He stepped on the edge of the footpath," Patrick said. "And then he lost his footing."

Vash nodded. He started to poke at Feliciano's ankle, causing the other to flinch at each touch. He then pulled out some ointment and bandage. He put some of the ointment around the ankle and held out the bottle to show Feliciano.

"Get some of this," Vash instructed. "Or something like this. Rub it on at least twice a day, and then wrap the bandage around it."

Feliciano nodded. Vash wrapped the bandage around Feliciano's foot, checking occasionally that it wasn't too tight or too loose. Patrick watched all of this happening, and he wondered if he should perhaps go. He wasn't needed anymore. But at the same time, he wanted to make sure that Feliciano was fine.

"There," Vash said. "Is there anywhere else that's hurt?"

"His hands are scraped," Patrick said, "and his knee is bleeding."

"You didn't touch the blood, did you?"

"No."

"Good."

Vash put some rubbing alcohol on Feliciano's palms, earning a lot of hisses. Once the hands were tended to, Vash started to roll up the leg of Feliciano's trousers. The hole in the knee made it clear which leg he needed to tend to.

"This looks pretty bad," Vash remarked.

He was right. Asides from being bloody, Feliciano's knee was one giant bruise, and Patrick was sure that there was a small pebble imbedding itself in Feliciano's knee.

"And you're saying that you can't feel it?" Patrick asked.

"N-no," Feliciano whimpered. He seemed to have accessed the childish instinct, where an injury isn't bad until they saw the blood.

"I'm going to recommend you get something sweet in your system," Vash said. "Your body is going into shock, and you might end up passed out."

Vash tended to the wounded knee and taped some gauze on. He turned to Feliciano.

"Do you have any other classes today?" Vash asked.

"I-I'm late!" Feliciano exclaimed, as though only then realising what it was. "I have Art History…"

"Arts? That's a far way from here. Do you have the number of any of your classmates?" Vash waited for Feliciano to nod. "Let them know what happened. It might be better for you to go home." Vash turned to Patrick. "Make sure he lies down with his ankle raised."

"Um, we're not…" Patrick started.

"Thank you for your help!" Feliciano chirped, before he turned to Patrick. "Could you help me up?"

Patrick looked down at the brunet and sighed, before he held out his hand. Feliciano took it and stood, hissing as he placed weight on his foot, before he leaned into Patrick.

"Um, I walked to campus," Feliciano said. "Could you please drop me off at my place?"

Patrick looked up, but Vash was already on his way away. And so he sighed and nodded.

"Great!" Feliciano said. "Hey, can I have your number?"

"Are you seriously using this as an excuse to flirt?" Patrick asked.

"You don't seem offended or anything. Do you mind?"

Patrick looked down at the amber eyes, and he decided that he didn't mind as much, to be honest.

At one point in university, I sprained my ankle pretty badly. I stepped on the edge of the brick footpath. Some of the people who were close by rushed to help, with someone calling the campus protection services. Once my ankle was tended to, I realised that my knee was also bloody, and a hole was ripped through my new trousers. I skipped class for understandable reasons, and discovered that a few of my neighbours were studying biokinetics.