After examining Ludwig you discovered he had pneumonia. It was probably brought on because he did not fully recover from his cold and continued to push. Staying up late only made sure his body couldn’t rest and get rid of what was already wrong so the pneumonia could weasel its way in while his immune system was weak. Then training all the time and never going easy on himself in the daytime meant he was extra fatigued. Really it was a giant cycle of stubbornness that lead to this dilemma. Sure, he would get better fast with the antibiotics you called in. However, they wouldn’t be ready until the afternoon.
Even still once he got over the initial illness his body would be weak from it. He wouldn’t be able to just bound back to the same level of intensity he was before. It would take time for his body to fully recover after so much, then he would have to work to get back to the place he was before. You already knew all this but it just somehow seemed worse with such a difficult illness. The pneumonia could come back easily if he didn’t let himself recuperate. Because of this fact, you refused to let Germany out of your sight for more then a few minutes, even though he had fallen asleep minutes after you finished examining him.
You were just worried he would wake up and start trying to push himself again. So you stayed by his side, entrusting your brother with the task of keeping Italy on track for the most part. You also knew there was a lot of work that needed to be done, especially with Germany being unable to do his regular duties. Therefore, you set up a small and somewhat inefficient workstation beside Germany’s bed. It really consisted of you sitting in a chair with your trusted clipboard and doing paper work. A makeshift file cabinet sat by your side; which was really a plastic crate with folders in it. At least think you could think you were being organized.
There you sat for the longest time as Germany dreamt of the unknown. For hours you could glance up at him and he had this agitated expression on his face it almost made you want to laugh. Maybe Italy is bothering him in the dream world, you thought before continuing on your paperwork. Burying your mind in the legal matters of the countries and thinking nothing of the plans that laid themselves upon paper.
After finishing about half of the paperwork that needed to be attended to you glanced up at the clock. It was a little after 3 p.m. and you like a brilliant person had forgotten to eat. Instantly you wanted to face palm yourself. Here you were carrying for Germany after he did something like that and on top of that; you were worried he might do something somehow if you left him alone. Nevertheless, you couldn’t take care of yourself! How stupid was that. With a sigh, you glanced to Ludwig who seemed to have become more agitated in his dream and you couldn’t help but laugh before walking out of the room to grab yourself a quick snack. After all, Feliciano wouldn’t let you miss dinner which should be in a couple hours. But a quick sandwich wouldn’t ruin your dinner, now would it?
Once again, Italy had been captured by the Allied forces. He probably got lured in with France’s cooking for the fourth time. It was ridiculous! Why couldn’t he just think before he went gallivanting off with some random person? Did he want to be captured!? Nevertheless, Germany had to go get him as usual.
He was driving towards the meeting destination. America would be there with Italy, who was more likely bound and freaking out. Meanwhile, I was supposed to bring a giant cake for his latest upcoming party. It is just embarrassing. Did Italy tell them I could bake last time? Or was this some strange test to a rumor they heard? Oh well, at least I had the cake in tow. It was even in the disturbing neon green color America has requested. Somehow, I even managed to get the weird ‘alien’ writing all over the cake. The man said it was for his friend’s birthday….but I don’t know of any adult who wanted a cake that looked like it was for some obsessed kinder. But then again this is America we’re talking about.
After much debating on the sanity of the western nation, Germany had made it to the meeting point. Simplistic clearing, long blades of grass reaching up to tickle just past his ankles, just up ahead was America laughing and smiling with a tied up Italy. It was strange even though he was captive; the two of them seemed to get along so well as if they would have been best friends if the war were not going on. Out stepped Germany from his jeep, pulling the freakishly decorated abomination out of the back seat and carrying it over towards the two.
America seemed far too ecstatic as the fantastic, or at least what he would call fantastic, cake make it’s way over towards him. As soon as Germany reached about five feet away America dashed up towards the German snatching the cake in the process. “Dude! This is so freakin sweet! Thanks so much man. Italy’s totally yours!” He said holding the cake with one hand and waving with the other as he meandered away towards go knows where. Leaving Germany with a tied up and bubbly Italian.
“Germany!” Said Feliciano as Ludwig untied him and then began walking back towards his jeep. Even in dreams, he was ordered and never dilly-dallied. The red haired Italian frolicked over towards the stern German, beaming with his usual hundred-watt smile before soon getting into the car as well.
As the two drove Italy explained what happened this time during his time being captive. Explaining everything from how Britain’s food was even grosser then before to what they interrogated him about. Most of which were useless, usually annoying, or embarrassing facts about Ludwig himself. Such as the fact he could bake and quite well at that. Something the German man wished to remain a secret but being friend with Italy almost ensured that no secret of his would ever remain as such.
As Feliciano babbled on something he said caught Ludwig’s attention. “Vhat vas zhat?” He said raising a brow and glancing over at his ally before returning his icy blue orbs to the road before him.
“Oh they asked about our new sense of organization Ve~” Feliciano said uttering something from about three sentences back. Of course, this only frustrated the blonde causing his left eye to twitch slightly. As if reading his friends frustration Feliciano quickly added on “I said that Bella had been helping us when we get lost Ve~.”
“You Vhat!!!?” Ludwig yelled nearly letting go of the wheel and causing a wreck in the process.
Italy quickly put his hands up and began to shake them furiously as if in a panic or wishing he had his handy white flag around to admit surrender. “They were really interested in Bella! They asked a lot of questions but I wasn’t very good at answering them how they wanted. I am so a-sorry Germany! Please don’t kill me!”
“Nien I vill not kill you but you have no idea vhat you’ve done” The German said through a clenched jaw of frustration. His foot stepping on the gas as he drove home. His car rushing past, swerving and dodging around traffic in almost an Italian like manner. Thankfully, this method of driving seemed to calm down Feliciano as he enjoyed the violent breeze cause from the speed of the car.
It seemed like ages before the two men reached Germany’s estate. Nevertheless as soon as the car came to a screeching halt a certain German pushed the door open and stepped out with urgency. Maybe it was just worry; normally they would never send America to negotiate the release of Italy. Maybe this was some sort of trap and Italy had told more then he realized, the allies could have taken that time to capture _____. Take her while his defenses were down and then nap her.
She vas obviously useful, since her presence brought a lot more stability in zhese times of var. However, she vas a vomen too, she could be easy to take down and nab. On top of zhat, those horrid allies had France on zheir side. If he got a hold of her….I just don’t vant to shink of it.So many thoughts ran through Germany’s brain as he rushed inside. He always protected his men, or in this case woman; but what would he do if he for some reason couldn’t? It was almost unheard of.
Opening the door to his home, Ludwig walked inside. Everything seemed normal. Nothing was out of place. Regardless something felt off about his house, as his boots clicked slightly on the hardwood floors Ludwig kept searching for some sign. Just a small indication something happened or that something was wrong. As he continued to walk through his home everything seemed fine, completely normal. Until he heard a voice that was out of place.
Instantly Ludwig dashed down the hallway that lead towards the meeting room. The place he originally spoke to ______ about joining the Axis. The voice it wasn’t his allies….but he couldn’t quite place it. As Ludwig’s hand thrust the door open he was greeted with an awful sight, now fully aware of whom the voice belongs to. Ivan Braginski, he sat their in Ludwig’s usual spot. The Russian had even adorned Ludwig’s classic military attire, wearing it along with a large pinkish scarf.
The disturbing scene worsened as the Russian attempted to mimic Ludwig’s accent, failing horrible but still. He seemed to be there replacing him, almost taking over in some strange way. Taking Germany’s place while he was away and busy. If that was not enough to freak Ludwig out, there in front of Ivan stood _________. She smiled and nodded as if she were speaking to Germany himself, completely fooled by the terrible disguise.
Ludwig rushed over towards you. “______ snap out of it!” he yelled, giving you a good shake and looking at your face as if trying to snap you out of this. Your once beautiful and life filled (e/c) eyes were now nothing but blank slates. Just pupil less white masses that sat there staring back as if he wasn’t even there. The brilliant crimson lips that spoke with your perfectly pitched voice were now sewn together with string. Your whole body seemed to fall limp in his arms as strings that attached to your limbs fell from the ceiling. The Allies had turned you into their little puppet in his absence. Tricking your mind as they manipulated your body, it was utterly horrific.
The Russian laughed from behind Ludwig taking a step forward. It seemed so childish but in the same sense with this scene, it was a laugh of pure evil. One that mocked Ludwig as he stood there unable to help you, unable to bring you back. After carefully placing the Marinette look alike of you on the ground, Ludwig turned around in one swift motion. The look on his face was filled with a mixture of emotions, the most prominent being rage.
“Vhat did you do to her! Vhere did you take her!” He yelled as his body seemed to tremble and shake from the fury within. Fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, as he awaited an answer. He was not willing to accept that this was what you had become in their presence. The real you had to be somewhere. Of course the answer was never given as the Russian continued to laugh a small and innocent smile on his face that only bothered the German.
“Did you hear me! VHAT HAVE YOU DONE VITH HER!” he yelled grabbing the Russian by the collar despite the minor size difference between the two men. As the laughter continued, Germany raised a fist, launching it towards Ivan’s face. However, just as it was about to make contact Ludwig felt a shake pain go through his chest.
Looking down he saw a knife penetrating him, the tip of which shining brightly as blood clung to the metallic form. Turning his head to see who had done this he was greeted with your face. The puppet lay on the floor still, this was the real you. Your once bright (e/c) eyes were now dulled and without pupils. They said the eyes are the window to the soul…but what happens when you loose your soul. The smile you always shared never appeared, you lips remained in a thin stern line as if you felt no emotion.
You pulled the knife from Germany’s back as he choked with shock. His body falling to the ground as his hand covered the bleeding wound. He could feel it, his lungs they were filling up with fluid. It was getting harder to breath. “vhy…?” He called out before going into a coughing fit. Blood splattered as he coughed, leaving a trail that went from the corner of his lips to his chin. Confused and hurt blue eyes looked up at he watched your unanswering form.
“Vhy ______?” He related searching for an answer as pain flowed through him. His whole body starting to ache and his words were labored. This strange sense of mortality coming to him as he stared up at soulless eyes that once looked up to him for guidance and now looked down as if they were putting a dog out of it’s misery. The laughing continued in the background adding a sense of mania to the scene before him.
Finally, your voice escaped tight lips. “Because you became weak…” You said in a lifeless and uncaring tone of voice. The bittersweet comment brining no melody to Ludwig’s ears this time. His vision of you began to blur as coughing continued. Unable to get his breath all he felt was pain, unable to breath. But left with the single phrase he never wished to hear as his coughing brought him to reality. Waking from the terrible nightmare.
~~Germany’s Dream End~~
~~Your POV again~~
After making a quick sandwich you debated on weather you should eat it downstairs or just take it up to Ludwig’s room. You didn’t really like leaving the guy alone, but you would soon have to give him his antibiotics. Italy was kind enough to go get them when they were ready. The little bottle of pills sat on the counter with a small note so you would notice them. The note was written on a full sheet of paper and read:
I figured you were pretty busy when the doctors called to say they had the medicine.
So I went to get it for you Ve~
Don’t work yourself sick like Germany did Ve~
It was even signed with a little bunny doodle on the bottom. Shaking your head softly so that your (h/c) shifted a bit you picked up the bottle of medicine. It was very sweet that Italy went to go get this but you had hoped he did not take your brother along with him. The Italian was probably sleeping at the very moment but you would remember to thank him when you had dinner. Nevertheless you began walking back upstairs taking your meal with you.
As you walked through the house, you nibbled and munched on the food. Not even realizing how hungry you truly were, the meal was finished before you even got up the stairs to the second floor. A light blush came across your cheek at your realization but it quickly faded when you heard a muffled coughing fit coming from Ludwig’s room. Luckily, you were just down the hall when you heard.
As your eyes widened slightly you rushed towards the door, opening it with one quick turn of the knob. Your face slightly red from the dash and of course from the previous blushing as you made your way into the room. Within seconds, you were by Germany’s bedside as the coughing fit persisted. He was on his side and turned to face away from you, body curling as he continued to cough himself awake. If you could have helped him sit up you would, but due to his position that would be difficult. So, instead you settled on patting his back gently as if to offer a small comfort and help him cough up the contaminates that resided in his lungs.
After a minute or two of coughing, the German shifted back to lying on his back. Eyes now wide open from both the terrible dream and being thrust into reality once more. You let out a sigh of relief as you noticed now that Ludwig was drenched in a cold sweat and a strange expression on his face as he turned to look at you. Ludwig was about to say something but before he could open his mouth to speak you interrupted “Your medicine is here, I think you should take it if you want to stop this coughing.” Your voice it sounded worried but also nurturing as you grabbed a glass of water and fiddled with the pill bottle.
A slight disappointment seemed apparent in Germany’s eyes as you asked “Do you need me to help you sit up?” He merely shook his head and slowly sat up on his own taking the medicine and beverage from your hands. Gulping the pills down carefully as if attempting to keep another coughing fit at bay. Alas it was no use, as soon as he got down the second pill he began to cough once more. His body curling forward a bit as he tensed with the coughing spasms. You reached your hand out to help him but his free hand pushed yours away as the coughing slowly subsided.
You looked at him a brow raised in confusion as he stared towards you. His face was far paler then normal and his eyes were tired as if all the resting he did was for not. Ludwig opened his mouth to speak but then abruptly closed it and glanced away from your face. “What is it?” You asked almost confused by this unusual antic.
“I don’t like zhis…I vant to help and make sure everyshing goes vell.” He said softly continuing to look away. Little dud you know he was scared of the reaction you might have, scared it would be like in his dream one of belittling or disownment.
“Ludwig, getting better with help us. And you know I can make sure everything is fine. I have done it before” You said a bit confused. You didn’t truly understand what he meant but how could you? You didn’t experience the same dreams he did. So you answered the only way you knew how.
“Just be careful Ja? I don’t vant anything going vrong vhile I am sick,” He said before laying back down on his side and turning to face away from you.
“I will be careful Ludwig, don’t worry” You said with a smile before getting back to paperwork. Picking up right where you left off. You had of course thought that Germany had went back to sleep, after all he was tired and sick. Little did you know that Ludwig lay awake, his eyes closed to the world as small images of his nightmare came into view, worrying over you.
After a few minutes, you began to hum softly while working, the melody floating into his head and calming those terrible thoughts for now. Slowly calming his mind and leading him into a calm sleep filled with nothing but vivid colors of the dreaming. A smile crept over his face as he listened, only half realizing the melody that lead him to peaceful slumber was coming from you.