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A to Z GerIta Drabbles.


A/N: Yay! Another new story! I love this pairing. I was debating this, Spamano, PruHun or USUK. I need some suggestions for later chapters so send them in, ok? Thankies!!!


Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.


Theme: A is for (not apples) amnesia.


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Ludwig received a call in the middle of the night. He groaned as he forced his eyes open. He listened to the phone ring a few more times, hoping that maybe it would just stop. Deciding it was an important call he decided he should pick it up. At first he thought it was his boss or his drunk of a brother but instead it turned out to be a stranger's voice.


"Ludwig Bielschmidt?" a woman's voice asked. The womans voice was completely unfamiliar to Ludwig. Ludwig wiped his eyes, trying to wake himself up more. The seriousness of her tone sent shivers down Ludwig's spine.


"Ja. Who is this?" Ludwig asked. He sat up, his bed groaning in protest. The covers slid off his shoulders, the chilly air wreathing around him, kissing bare skin with icy lips.  


"This is Alice Rose. I am a nurse at St. Mary's hospital." the woman said. She had a professional yet sympathetic tone to her voice. She was about to continue when Ludwig cut her off.


"Did a certain albino named Gilbert Bielschmidt get into a fight again? Unless it's life threatening, he'll be fine; just give him a beer." Ludwig said. He had received phone calls countless times over the years about all sorts of trouble his brother had gotten into. It wouldn't be a surprise if he got into any more trouble.


"No. I'm sorry. Feliciano Vargas was in a car accident and your name was listed in his medical file." Alice said. Her tone of voice frightened Ludwig that she had bad news.


"Oh Gott," Ludwig breathed out. Icy cold fear wrapped its fingers around Ludwig's chest making it hard for him to breath. Feliciano was in a car accident? Was he hurt, or dead? Ludwig felt a need to see the Italian.


"A drunk driver hit his car. He was riding with Mr. Lovino Vargas but he was not injured; he was too drunk." Alice said gently. Her tone of voice only made Ludwig's fear worse.


"Feliciano! What's wrong with him? Is he alright?" Ludwig asked quickly.


"Mr. Vargas has obtained some injuries but they're not serious. What is most concerning is his amnesia." Alice informed him. Part of Ludwig was relieved but another part wept to hear that his fragile, little Feliciano was hurt.


"He," Ludwig paused. He forced the next words out of his mouth as his throat constricted with tears, "Has amnesia?"


"Yes. I'm very sorry to tell you." Alice said gently.


"D-does he remember anything? At all?" Ludwig asked in a whisper.


"No. I'm sorry. Mr. Lovino came to visit him and Mr. Feliciano didn't recognize him or his name." Alice said.


Ludwig was silent for a long time. He couldn't comprehend that his Feliciano had lost his memory. He didn't want to imagine if Feliciano's memory loss was permanent. He didn't want Feliciano to be upset or hurt in any way. Ludwig had to get to the hospital to help Feliciano. He didn't want him to be suffering alone. That was one of the things the little Italian feared the most.


"Mr. Bielschmidt?" Alice asked after he didn't respond for a while.


"I'll be right there." Ludwig said in a monotone voice. He hung up the phone and got ready with a zombie-like expression.


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(Time skip.)


By the time Ludwig made it to the hospital, Romano had already been released. He had sustained no injuries except for a cut on his forehead. He was sober enough to realize that something was wrong. The beer had caused his already fragile emotions to spike drastically. In other words, he was a mess.


When Ludwig first saw the older brother, he thought that something worse had happened. The Italians face was red and streaked with salty tears.


Ludwig went over to the Italian. "Romano, where's your brother?" Ludwig demanded.


Romano started sobbing again, the scent of beer quickly met Ludwig's nose. Ludwig frowned and grabbed a hold of Romano's shoulders.


"Romano, where is your brother?" Ludwig demanded again, lightly shaking him. Romano flopped in his grasp like a fish out of water, still sobbing. He pointed down the hallway.


"L-last room. Left s-side." he somehow managed to stutter out between sobs.


Ludwig released the Italian who almost fell onto the floor. He didn't bother to help him up. His Feliciano could be on the verge of death and he might only have a few more minutes to talk to him. All rational thoughts left Ludwig. He cared too much about the small Italian, not that he would have told him under normal circumstances.


He rushed into the room. To his relief he heard the steady beat of the heart minutes. Feliciano's eyes were closed but Ludwig could see his chest gently rising and falling with each soft breath.


Everything seemed too white. The room was white, the bed was white and the Italians skin was white save the bruises and cuts. Ludwig could practically see him waving a white flag which only broke his heart. He didn't want him to give up. He wanted him to continue fighting, if not for his own sake, then for Ludwig's.


Ludwig stepped into the room. He felt so out of place. He was the one spot of color in the perpetual white. He approached the bedside. He glanced down at the peaceful expression on the Italians face. It didn't seem to for him seeing all the medical equipment around.


Ludwig's heart broke to see the bruises and cuts marring the Italians beautiful skin. He had hit his head on the steering wheel when the air bag hadn't worked. It was a miracle that the Italian wasn't hurt more or even worse.


Ludwig's calloused hands gently wrapped themselves around Feliciano's cold hand. Compared to Ludwig's, he seemed so weak and fragile. Ludwig gently messages his thumbs into Feliciano's paper-thin skin. It was as though if he rubbed the skin too much, it would rip.


Feliciano's eye lids flickered. A soft moan escaped his chapped lips. Everything in the room seemed to hold its breath waiting for the Italian to open his eyes.

Feliciano opened his eyes but only had enough energy to keep them open half way. His eyes glanced down at the big object on his hand. His gaze drifted up to Ludwig. Seeing the strange man holding his hand, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion.


"W-who are you?" he asked timidly. Ludwig couldn't even begin to imagine how confused he was. He smiled encouragingly. He wanted to show that he was friendly and wouldn't hurt him.


"I'm Ludwig Bielschmidt. I-I'm your b-boyfriend." he said. He used his other hand to stroke Feliciano's caramel colored bangs.


Feliciano watched his hands with his eyes warily. Ludwig retracted his hands.


"I-I don't remember you." Feliciano said timidly. He looked scared to death that Ludwig might hurt him.  


"That's ok." Ludwig said. He smiled gently. "You'll get your memory back in no time; there's no need to rush."


"What happened?" Feliciano asked.


"You were in a bad accident. Your brother, Romano, is fine but he's really worried about you." Ludwig explained.


"W-were you w-worried about m-me?" Feliciano asked timidly. His cheeks turned a light pink. He sank into the bed in embarrassment.


Ludwig blushed and looked downwards to hide his blush. "Yes. I was very w-worried about you." Ludwig whispered quietly.  


Feliciano closed his eyes and smiled. Ludwig's heart thumped against his chest, glad that he didn't loose his adorable habits. Ludwig smiled sympathetically, looking at the man he had almost lost. He gently took Feliciano's hand again and kissed his forehead.


"Ich liebe dich, Feli." Ludwig said softly.


Feliciano blushed. Something felt like it was almost connecting in his brain. The blond man was starting to look familiar but the kiss definitely felt familiar. He couldn't stop himself from saying the words and he knew they were true.


"Te amo, Ludwig." Feliciano smiled, squeezing Ludwig's hand.


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A/N: They won't all be like this! Some of them will be happy. I need suggestions for the letter B! Anything is good, just nothing with a lot of kissing.