His eyes began to prick with 'un-awesome' tears. Roderich used to be strong…well stronger than what he looked like now. The ugly lacerations and crestfallen eyes; the weak figure of the man who was Austria…

Gilbert took a deep breath and spoke; trying hard not to stutter, "…how…w-…what have you been doing, Roddy?" He spoke softer, "S'not right, y'know?"

Roderich blinked slowly and lifted a weak hand towards Gilbert's cheek. The coldness from the Austrian's skin made Gilbert wince but he didn't flinch back. Austria gazed deeply into the rich pools of crimson, "I…I-I…don't…" He sighed and withdrew his hand. Soft tears started to make their way down his pale cheeks.

Was soll ich tun?…

Standing up Gilbert looked around the bathroom. He sneered in disgust at how ugly the room was…Turning his gaze back down to Roderich on the floor he held out his hand. "Come on. Lets get you…cleaned up."

Roderich blinked in surprise, "H-huh? You…you were angry just a minute ago…now you're-"

"Ruhig sein, I need to think things through but right now, I need to get you out of this room and get you bandaged, okay? Jetzt komm."

I'll find out what's been going on…later…

It took a few more persuasions to get Roderich off of the floor and out of the bathroom. Carrying him was the worst part. The cuts on his chest caused the Austrian to groan in pain and flinch most of the time so it took longer to get him back to his bedroom than normally. In the end Gilbert had to wrap his arm around the other's waist and sling the left arm over his neck, all the while making sure not to open any healing wounds…

Opening the brown wooden door to the aristocrat's bedroom, Gilbert flicked the switch and led him to his bed, "Wait there, okay? I'm gonna get the First Aid kit. Don't move."

Almost at once Roderich started to protest, he grabbed hold of Prussia's sleeve gripping tight, "Nein! Bitte! Bitte!" He shook his head frantically.

Gilbert's eyes widened, "Roderich! Calm down! What's gotten into you! Oi!" He tried prying the other's hands off of his sleeve but the Austrian refused, "Let GO! Roddy!"

"Please! D-don't leave…don't leave me alone…I can't…" Roderich's pain filled eyes were glossy with unshed tears. His hair was damp with sweat causing little beads of perspiration to slide down the sides of his head.

"Okay, okay…I won't leave!" Gilbert groaned, "but I have to clean your wounds, Roderich, or they'll get infected! You've got to let me get the First Aid kit."

The Austrian's hands gripped tighter on the fabric on Gilbert's shirt. "…T-take me with you…please…" The request was so quiet that Gilbert had to strain his ears to hear the words.

The Prussian sighed, "Alright. But please, be careful, yeah?" He helped Roderich up and headed to the bathroom, which was only to the left of the room. As they entered he told Roderich to sit on the toilet seat while he looked for the medical equipment under the sink. All the while the other watched him carefully.

What on Gott's name is wrong with him…he was completely normal yesterday!

"Right Roddy." Gilbert knelt on the floor in front of the other and started fishing out some antiseptic wipes, "This will probably stink but it's only cleaning the cuts, okay?"

Roderich nodded his head slowly and watched Gilbert's hand clean his chest. Gilbert started with the main wounds first. The ones closest to the heart. He braced himself for the protests and flinches and soon enough…they came, "Ahh! S-Stop! Gilbert! Please! It hurts!" Roderich batted and slapped Gilbert's hands away trying to get up from the toilet seat.

Prussia held onto the other's shoulders tightly, gripping him into a sitting position, "If you- If you don't sit down I can't- I can't help can I!" Gilbert gritted his teeth, "You. You are the country of Austria, Roderich! You should be stronger than this!"

Gilbert looked the Austrian straight in the eyes. At once Roderich calmed down, his eyes boring into the crimson ones and sat back down again, clenching his fists tightly, "…I'm sorry…"

"It's okay…just calm down. I wouldn't hurt you…not now…" He whispered the last words, hoping the other wouldn't hear.

The rest was in silence for a while, until Gilbert wrapped the other in bandages. Looking at the wounds, the question that had been at his brain every since he saw the damage was soon spoken. Gilbert asked in a soft voice, one that was unusual for him, "How did…those wounds appear on you chest?"

At once he noticed the Austrian tense up, "It's okay! You don't have to tell me now. Not if you don't want too."

"…Not yet…traurig…"

"That's fine." He finished tying up the bandages and stood up. His knees clicked in the process. Noticing the sweat on the other's forehead Gilbert got a wet cloth and wiped his head.

"…d-danke…thank you…"

"Come on." Gilbert motioned Roderich to the door.

Walking back into the bedroom, Prussia saw the clock: 3 o'clock. He sighed. He was tired and worn out, but still he couldn't think straight. Roderich wouldn't do something like that. Not on his own accord.

He felt a tug on his sleeve and he looked to his right. Roderich was looking at him. His eyes were slightly closed. He was tired as well.

"Lets go to bed, yeah?"

Roderich nodded his head. He was already in his night clothes, well his bottom part anyway. He looked exhausted.

"Come on then."

The grip on his sleeve tightened again, "What?"

"Please…I can't…"

"Oh…" Gilbert sighed, "okay. Okay…"

They both climbed into bed, Gilbert taking off his shirt in the process. He was somewhat nervous. He had only ever slept in the Austrian's bed once. And that was for a joke. Now the other was ill, it didn't feel right. He bit his lip and he climbed into the bed, pulling the blankets over them both.

Roderich snuggled closer to Gilbert, "danke…"

"It's okay…" He wrapped his arms around the other smelling the scent of the Austrian's hair.

Watching the other sleep, Gilbert's eyes started to droop…and he too fell into a sleep, dreaming about what could have caused Roderich to do those things…

Author's Note: I hope you like this chapter…but in the next one we will find out what has been happening to Roderich, so please review! Danke!

Ahhh here's a sneak preview cause I feel like you deserve it! :P

"Hey what's wrong! Roddy, who is it!"

"I-it's him….I-its…" Roderich whispered in a painful voice, his eyes never leaving the figure in the room.

Gilbert glared at the man, "Who is it, Roderich?"

"I'm so sorry Gilbert…"