“let me go…” you begged, trying to break free of Germany’s grip.
His grip only tightened, and he pulled you back.
he slammed your body against the nearest tree (not purposely however) and leaned in close.
“(Name) why the hell would you go ahead and run out like that? You’re a smart girl, don’t you know that there are perverts out there!?” he growled. You tried to pry his hands off you.
“(Name), why can’t you just stay!? You worried us, you really worried us! You have a fever, and yet, you ran out anyway, as if you didn’t care whether you died or not!” he growled.
“I wouldn’t have died, Lud-“ you were cut off when you were slammed a second time against the tree.
“you could have if you pushed yourself hard enough! Don’t you get it!? we’re all worried about you, very worried!” he practically shouted. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill over. You wished for him to just leave you be.
Germany’s eyes scanned your face, trying to see what emotion you are showing. You tried harder to pry his hands off you, for you felt as if you were being choked. You could not breathe, and you hated the feeling of being choked.
“(Name), why can’t you answer me!? why can’t you tell me, or anyone else, what happened to you!? why can’t you trust us!?” he shouted. He was beyond angry, now. You pushed his big, strong hands off of you.
“don’t touch me!” you shouted in return, fear evident in your voice, and easily noticeable in your appearance. Your eyes were wide, and there was a light sweat on your brow.
“don’t…don’t touch me…” you whimpered, close to tears.
Germany, slightly taken aback, stared at your small, shaking form. “…all I want to know is why, (Name)…” he softly answered, reaching out to brush the tears from your eyes. you backed away before he could.
“(Name)…” he was pleading at this point.
He grabbed your face, being gentle, just to be sure that you were not alarmed. You winced, afraid still. You attempted to look down.
“(Name), look at me, look at me.” he ordered, staring you down. you glanced shyly at the German man, not daring to spend too much time in studying him. “I need you to tell me what happened. Right now.” He grumbled, obviously in a bad mood.
You tensed more. how would you tell them all, anyway? You sighed.
“…no…” you answered, trying to break free of his grip again. Germany let go of your face, but he pulled you into an embrace, knowing that there was inner conflict going on. Your eyes widened. Why had he loved to hold you so much? Your head was rested against his chest, and you closed your eyes. he was worried for you.
you were acting so strangely. He looked at Berlitz, and sent him home, while you, however, grew tired all of a sudden. You squeezed your eyes tighter shut, and began to feel hot. Germany looked at you, his concern growing.
He picked you up, despite your protests to not return to that house, and began to walk back. he was greeted by a concerned Italy, who was crying to his brother about you.
when he heard Germany enter the room, he cried a bit harder at how weak, and dead you looked as he carried your limp body in his arms. He walked past the Italy brothers, and approached China. China looked Germany in the eye, then his gaze shifted to your limp, thin body.
“I need you to start a bath for (Name)…” Germany ordered. China nodded, and went to do as he was told. England came over to Germany. “is she alright, Germany?” he asked, his emerald green eyes showing only concern.
“Yeah, how’s she doing, bruder?” Gilbert asked, peeking curiously at you as you laid half asleep in Germany’s arms. Germany did not answer. He was unsure how to answer, because he, himself, was unsure if you were alright.
“whoa, what happened to her?” Denmark asked as he peeked at you. Germany shot a glare at Denmark.
He was most likely the main reason why you ran from the house…
Sweden simply watched you as your chest rose up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion. You could hear the water faucet begin to run, and you shifted a bit.
Your vision was blurry, and dim. You couldn’t tell where you were, and you couldn’t tell who was in the same room.
when China returned, he told Germany that the bath was ready, and Germany carried you to the bathroom. He sat your tired form on the floor, and turned to China.
“thank you.” he said as he walked out of the bathroom. China simply watched him as he left, and closed the door. He turned to you, a worried expression adorning his face.
he approached you, and knelt down to your height. “silly girl…” he began, a cold edge to his voice.
“do you know how stupid that was, in your condition, to do?” as he said this, he began to strip you for your bath, seeing as how you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone undress yourself.
He gently slid your shirt off, and his eyes widened at the sight of the scars and bruises on your body.
He reached out to touch a scar on your stomach, but you grabbed his wrist. “no…don’t…” you murmured. He looked at you, surprised.
“please…don’t touch my scars…” you begged. China looked into your face, into your eyes, and saw nothing but pain.
He picked you up, seeing as how you were light, and almost like a child, and put you into the bath. You shivered as the heat made contact with your skin. it almost hurt.
China cupped some water in his hands, and let it splash all over your head.
after a few more handfuls of water, your hair was wet enough to lather in shampoo. He poured some of the shampoo in his hand, and began to massage your scalp, being sure that he was not hurting you. his hands were skilled, and they worked quickly.
In no less than 5 minutes, your hair was completely lathered in soap. He picked up some more soap, and began to wash you. that’s when he noticed the scars, and the dried blood on your back.
his concern grew further, and he let his fingertips brush your scar. You winced, shifting, causing the water to shift a bit as well. he began to clean your back off, gentle, to make sure he didn’t cause you any more pain than you already felt.
He watched as the water slowly turned from clear, to a watery red color. He finished cleaning the blood off your back, and you began to wash the dirt off your face, your movement slow, and steady, as if trying not to hurt yourself.
He watched you as your arms moved, as if you were going in slow motion. Hs eyes studied your pale neck, and he wondered why only your neck was unharmed. When you finished cleaning off the dirt,
China began to wash the soap out of your hair. he had a comb ready, and he ran it through your (h/c) locks, softly singing a Chinese lullaby. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as he combed the soap out of your hair.
you rubbed your right eye, growing more and more sleepy. When China completed the brushing of your hair, he gently rinsed it one more time, before he drained the tub, and helped you out, seeing as how your legs were shaking like crazy, and you almost fell.
He took a towel, and wrapped it around you, before he wrapped an arm around you, and took you to the room you currently occupied.
He laid you on your bed, and handed you your shirt, and your panties, which you just left laying next to you neatly, just in case you needed to get dressed.
China smiled as you began to drift to sleep. he cleared the hair out of your face, his smile never ceasing, and he stood from the bed, bidding you good night.
With that, he walked out the door, down the hall, and to the others.
He needed to tell them of the scars…