I know, I know, I haven't been here in...forever. Anyway, it's cause school has been terrible. And I've been so busy. Nngh. Moving on, I regret to inform you that I will be uploading the LAST chapter to Mi Tomate soon, as soon as I get it typed again. It accidentally got deleted. But I needed to upload this, because it's so beautiful. It's GerIta, and it's sooo fluuuuffffffffyyyyyyy. It'll probably be over fifteen chapters, and I plan on over three or four thousand words a chapter. PLAN on it. After this chaoter, at least.

I feel so hyper! The summary is...AU. Human. Ludwig is driving to work one day, and he gets into a very bad accident. He spends four days in a small coma, then when he wakes up in the hospital he meets his assigned nurse-Feliciano Vargas. Ludwig soon finds out he no longer has the ability to walk, and Feliciano starts helping him learn to walk again...love blooms.

Way more awesome than it sounds...

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I've tried buying it, but turns out Hidekaz doesn't take an IOU.

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The day started out, same as all the others. Ludwig yawned and blinked awake, nestled in his soft, warm bed. He threw the covers off of his body, and sat up, rubbing his eyes and groaning. He could clearly hear his older brother and his boyfriend, whats-his-name, enjoying what sounded like a regular bout of good morning sex. Trying to block out the perverse noises coming from the basement, Ludwig swung his legs around and stood up, yawning.

"Gott...if I didn't have to go to work I'd lay back down and figuratively die." He muttered, blinking a few times and running a hand through his hair. Shuffling to his bathroom, he picked up his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. As he started to squeeze mint toothpaste onto the brush, he heard a particularly odd noise from downstairs.

"MAPLE!"

Letting out a surprised yell, he accidentally squeezed too hard and toothpaste poured into his hand and the sink. Sighing, he washed it off.

The rest of his morning went about the same. Terrible. But things were probably looking up. He was looking forward to coming home after work and falling asleep. As Gilbert and the other man emerged from the basement, hair ruffled and clad only in boxers, Ludwig looked away. Now he could just picture what it was they did, and he was not pleased with the mental images flooding his mind.

"Bruder, I'm leaving for work. Don't try and put a handful of silverware in the microwave. Don't blow up the house. And if you go into my room, I will murder you." He said, looking and sounding dead serious. Gilbert rolled his eyes and got out a carton of orange juice.

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun at work..." He muttered, starting to drink straight from the carton. Ludwig scoffed.

"Bruder, quit drinking from the carton. Have the decency to use a glass." He said, standing up and grabbing his coat. He sighed as Gilbert finished off the carton and set it back in the fridge, probably to just spite him. Walking out of the house, he shut the door with a little more force than necessary.

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As he drove down the street, he glanced around at the other cars. Since his and his brother's recent move to America, he started to find the cars here interesting.

They'd moved two years ago, with their grandfather. Now that he had passed on, him and his bruder shared the house. Gilbert had claimed the basement for himself, leaving...everything else...for the younger sibling. But that was fine. He was glad he'd picked the basement, at least, instead of a more viewable place in the house. Ludwig was a neat freak, and Gilbert was not. In other words, the basement was filthy and everything else was practically spotless, except for when his bruder showed his face upstairs.

He was so lost in these thoughts that he didn't notice he'd been swerving slowly into the other lane. He did notice, however, when he heard a loud, eighteen-wheeler honking extremely loudly at him. His head snapped up, just in time for him to stare, wide eyed, at the eighteen wheeler. He didn't even have time to scream as his car and the vehicle collided. The pain was almost immediate.

He could feel his right arm shatter, could feel the bone breaking in multiple places. Jagged ends of glass embedded themselves in his body, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in both legs, then nothing. His eyes filled with blood, probably due to the glass shards in his forehead, as the pain became more extreme. He only heard a muffled "CALL 911!" before blacking out.

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When he woke up, there were people in scrubs, surrounding him and yelling at each other. One of them was taking his pulse, and one of the doctors started to speak to him.

"Can you hear me? What's your name?" The lady said, speaking rapidly. He had a hard time answering and could only choke out "Lud..." before going back into unconsciousness.

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When he woke up again, the first thing to meet his eyes was white. White, everywhere. It hurt his eyes, that was the second thing he realized. He attempted to sit up before wincing, feeling a sharp twinge in his lower back, and slowly lowering himself back onto the soft bed. Not unlike his own, but this one had metal siderails and a...hospital feeling to it. Oh, wait.

The realization hit him just as someone knocked on the door and walked inside. He heard a bright and cheery, accented voice.

"Ve~ yay! You're awake!" It said. Lifting his head, his eyes widened. It was a man, in bright blue scrubs. He was holding a clipboard and smiling ditzily, with nice, soft chocolate brown hair falling into his large, brown eyes. He had light, sunkissed skin and seemed to shine with a light. He barely registered what he was saying before the words left his mouth.

"Wh-What...what's your name?" He asked, swallowing and settling back down into the bed. The man smiled wider, tilting his head in a cute, innocent way. The unfamiliar man laughed, despite the atmosphere, and patted Ludwig's leg. Ludwig furrowed his brows when he saw but didn't feel the pat.

"I'm Feliciano Vargas! I'm your assigned nurse for however long you're in here, and I think we'll be best friends~" He said cheerily. Ludwig couldn't hold back the question any longer.

"Y-You...patted my leg, I know it, but...I didn't feel it." He said, stating it bluntly. Feliciano suddenly looked awkward, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous smile on his face. He looked as though he knew something, but didn't want to tell him, afraid.

"I-In the accident...ve...the impact snapped your legs. W-We managed to splint them, but...you probably won't walk again." He said, swallowing thickly. Ludwig paled and started to shake a little, unsure of what to say next. He could only think of the consequences. He would probably spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, which means he'd lose his job. Then he couldn't support Gilbert, who would have to get a job. Not only to buy food and clothes, but also to make the house handicap accessible. All of these thoughts made his head spin and he put a hand to his head to calm himself.

"I...I..." was all he could manage to say before slumping back down on the bed and back into restless, achy sleep.

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