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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I'm not making any money off of this fanfiction

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***Things will start getting a little darker in this chapter.

***Warnings: Language, sexual talk, unnerving scene (to some)

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 2

Ludwig rushed out of Gilbert's cell, excusing himself politely. The strange feelings he experienced just then when looking at the albino troubled him. Ludwig was one of the most socially awkward people when it came to any sort of dating or romantic feelings. The idea of commitment and hospitality that came with a relationship were the foundations of why he was single at this age. His medical career was more important to him than dating, or even 'seeing' someone. A blush crossed his face when he reminded himself that he had never been intimate with anyone. Studying hard and striving to be at the top consumed all of his free time, and he was happy about that.

Normally he never had these types of feelings, especially not for a fellow male who was technically his patient. It was extremely unethical. However, this was not a normal doctor's office or hospital. That realization made his cheeks flush more. Gilbert was used for sex sometimes, the man had told Ludwig himself. Perhaps that was the reason why he imagined ravishing the exotic patient on the hospital bed. Ludwig had the power and authority to do it if so desired, but at what cost? The young man swore to himself that he would work to gain the trust of his patients as he strived to help heal them. How could he have forgotten that oath so quickly?

'I should be ashamed of myself.'

Shoving the tablet into his messenger bag, Ludwig allowed himself to take a short coffee break. He went back through the apple halls while doing his best to ignore the sounds from behind colored doors. Once he was back in the foyer and into the office, he followed signs to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was rather large with numerous tables filled with doctors or nurses. Ludwig kept his composure while weaving through the tables to get to the coffee stand. He always took his coffee black, sighing softly at the first strong sip. Walking over to an empty table in the corner he settled down and took out his tablet. The electronic wasn't out for more than a minute when a shadow loomed over it.

"May I join you?" It was Roderich.

"Most certainly." Ludwig sipped his coffee while Roderich took the seat opposite of him. "Greek salad?"

"I could not pass it up. It was on today's specials. Aren't you eating?"

Ludwig lounged back in his chair. "I'm not hungry yet. How is your day going so far?"

"Swimmingly." Roderich answered, dabbing out the dressing on the salad. "Currently I am still in the stages of basic orientation. Yourself?"

"Equivalent."

Roderich looked up at him. "You have that little crinkle between your eyebrows. What's bothering you? Do not tell me 'nothing' because I share a living arrangement with you."

Ludwig returned to his tablet, refusing to look at Roderich. "It's nothing major. It's more curiosity for a particular patient that I am in charge of." He pulled up Gilbert's file. "The patient shares my last name."

"You're speaking of Gilbert Beilschmidt." The violet-eyed man answered while stabbing his salad with the plastic fork. "I took note of that this morning while I was going through some basic patient status charts. The young male takes most of our sedatives. There is even a container with his name on it, which holds the sedative needles."

"Hm. Cease speaking please. I am reading."

"Rude." Roderich huffed, straightening up as he continued to eat his salad.

Ludwig ignored his roommate to focus on the file. The first page reveled basic stats: name, age, height, weight, and so on. Ludwig was more interested in Gilbert's medical history, past and present, so he skimmed through the beginning. He proceeded tapping the screen to flip through the pages when his company cell phone rang. Reaching into his lab pocket he pulled out a basic flip phone, checking to see whom it is. It was a simple number without an I.D. name, but he answered it regardless.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt." He answered professionally. It was the male nurse from Gilbert's room. The man required Ludwig's presence for one of Gilbert's treatments. "Yes, I will be there very shortly. Please wait for me." He closed the phone.

"Called away already?" Roderich asked.

"Yes. Enjoy the rest of your lunch and day."

Ludwig left the cafeteria without his coffee, heading straight to Gilbert's room in the Red Apple Hall. The male nurse had just wheeled Gilbert out of the cell; the I.V. hooked high on the chair. Gilbert lay still in the wheel chair; his head casually limp against the back. He had a white blanket wrapped around his shoulders, which covered his entire body. The male nurse smiled at Ludwig while wheeling towards him.

"Perfect timing, sir."

Ludwig looked at Gilbert's limp body. "Where are we headed?"

"To the bathing rooms. We need to get Gilbie there soon before his body temperature drops. Tends to happen after he receives a sedative. It's a precaution we take with him. You need to document and record his readings."

"I am aware."

Ludwig followed alongside the wheel chair and kept his eyes forward, sneaking some peeks at Gilbert. They took an elevator to the bottom floor of the department where the kitchens and baths were placed. The kitchens were to the left and the baths to the right. The three went into the third door on the right that consisted of three tubs. Along the walls were various machines, restraints, and spare hospital clothes. Ludwig could only imagine the amount of money that was put in to this place.

"I'll get everything set up. Get him undressed for me. I hate touching his skin. It's clammy."

Giving the nurse a narrowed gazed when his back was turned, Ludwig put down his messenger bag and removed his coat. The idea of playing caregiver was still beneath him, but the curious need to help Gilbert allowed him to ignore it. Walking over to the wheel chair, he gave Gilbert a quick look-over before he began to undress the limp body. Carefully, he removed the left sleeve and lifted the shirt over Gilbert's head. Ludwig had to keep the right sleeve where it was due to the I.V. in the top of the pale hand. With skillful speed, Ludwig unhooked the I.V. tube and pulled the shirt off. Once the I.V. tube was hooked back into place Ludwig started removing the bandages.

Gilbert's entire chest and arms were wrapped in white bandages. Some had dark brown spots of dried blood beneath the fabric. Ludwig should really be wearing gloves, but he wasn't worried at this point. While removing the bandages, bruise after bruise continued to reveal themselves on Gilbert's skin. Most of the bruises appeared to be from needles or manhandling. Feeling the texture of Gilbert's skin, Ludwig knew it was very sensitive and thin, which made him bruise easily. His malnourishment gave the pale skin its clammy feel, but it wasn't any less soft to Ludwig's touch.

Ludwig removed the pants next, finding more bruises, cuts, and scrapes. What really bothered him were the dark red and black bruises on Gilbert's ankles where they had been broken. The color showed severe nerve and blood vessel damage. If the area was not treated properly, Gilbert could find basic physical movements, such as walking, to be a chore. The man would fall or stumble easily since the muscles and tendons would be weak. It was possible for Gilbert to have to wear leg braces if the issue did not heal properly. He would have to look in to this more and scope out the fine details.

The status of Gilbert's body was almost sinful. Ludwig could picture the lithe, malnourished body without the bruises and he was stunning. He mentally slapped the image from his head and turned to the nurse. "Is everything ready?"

"It is. I'll carry him over into the tub and we'll get the sensors hooked up to him." As the nurse made his way over to Gilbert, Ludwig stood up to block him.

"Allow me to carry him." The male nurse simply nodded, giving Ludwig the space to do so. "Carry his I.V. bag."

Carefully and gently, Ludwig lifted Gilbert from the wheel chair bridal style, resting the body against his chest. Just as he had thought, Gilbert's body weighed almost nothing in his arms and the limbs hung uselessly at his sides. Keeping a straight face despite his strange feelings, Ludwig gently lowered the smaller man into the tub of hot water. The water smelled heavily of herbal salts that made his nose twitch. He took the I.V. bag from the nurse, locking it to the built in tub hook. The nurse tucked a rolled towel beneath Gilbert's head to cushion it from the porcelain.

"You may proceed to put the sensors on him." Ludwig commanded the nurse while he went back to his tablet. Next, he took out a clipboard from the messenger bag and proceeded to take notes on the current situation. "Is the machine properly programmed?" He asked the nurse without looking up from his notes.

"Yes sir. I will watch for his vital stats."

"That will not be necessary. I can handle it myself. You are dismissed. If I need assistance I shall call for you."

"Excuse me, sir, but I have been Gilbie's caregiver for-"

Ludwig looked up at him. "I will call you if the situation permits it. I have work to do and notes to document. I like to work in quiet and privacy, so please do as I have asked of you." Ludwig watched as the nurse threw his hands up in annoyance and left the room. "Honestly."

Now that the nurse was gone, Ludwig was free to privately study Gilbert for himself. He walked over to the tub, carrying one of the desk stools with him. Placing it beside the tub, Ludwig sat with his clipboard to observe Gilbert and monitor his vital stats. The hot water would help to stimulate and warm Gilbert's nerves, bringing his body temperature back to where it should be. Ludwig glanced at the lines on the monitor screen, documenting the wavelengths and numbers. There were only four sensor cups on Gilbert's body, two on his chest and two on his head. Ludwig let his blue eyes leave the monitor to look at the albino's drug induced sleep.

'Even his lashes are pure white. Brilliant.' Ludwig heard the machine give a loud 'beep' as Gilbert began to awake. The man writhed weakly while in the water, rolling his head side to side. Ludwig wrote down a few notes before placing the clipboard on the tile next to his feet.

'Gilbert?' He spoke the name in German. 'Gilbert, can you hear me?'

'Mmm…warm…' Came the soft reply. 'So warm…heavenly.' Pink eyes opened, yet they looked straight ahead.

'Have you regained your sight yet?' Ludwig gently cupped Gilbert's face, turning the white head to look at his eyes.

'Can't see shit, captain.' Gilbert chuckled tiredly, yanking his chin from Ludwig's hand. 'Ah…pain killers are wearing off…damn ankles…' He hissed softly. 'I can handle it for a bit longer…'

Ludwig stood up and moved his stool to the foot of the tub. 'May I see your ankles?'

Gilbert looked in the direction of Ludwig's voice. 'Sure, if only I could lift my legs out of the water.'

Ludwig cleared his throat and reached into the hot bath water to gently lift Gilbert's right ankle. He studied the bruises more closely. 'Have they given you any sort of rehabilitation for this?'

'Not yet. The doctors keep saying they will but it never happens. They say it's 'too early yet' to start the rehabilitation. Ow! Careful!' Gilbert hissed.

'My apologies, but I must feel the bone before I can pass judgment. I will try my best not to hurt you too much.' Ludwig gently squeezed the ankle, searching for any type of impurity. He could see Gilbert biting his lips, trying to hide the pain. Ludwig checked the left ankle right after, feeling for the same. 'In my professional opinion, you are ready for basic rehabilitation.' He placed Gilbert's foot back into the water so he could make a few notes of it. 'Once I submit my data, I would like to start you on rehabilitation by tomorrow if possible.'

Even though his eyes were unseeing, Gilbert's pink orbs held the look of surprise. 'Hold up. Why are you saying one thing and the other doctors say another?'

'I am still technically a student studying to be a doctor. I am here to finish up my degrees and start a career in the medical field as a private company doctor. Not all doctors agree with each other when it comes to decisions about patients. It is the same as teachers all having different teaching philosophies, yet they are all part of the same whole.' Ludwig's voice turned more serious. 'I can see myself coming to different conclusions than my colleagues often.' Ludwig could see his explanations coming off as unpopular.

Gilbert sunk a bit further into the water, careful as to not get the sensors wet. 'That's sweet and very uplifting to hear, but it's all bullshit. You'll become one of them soon enough.'

'I challenge your hypothesis.'

'My hypo-what?'

Ludwig signed. 'Think nothing of it.' He put the clipboard down. 'How do you feel now?'

'Warm.' Gilbert answered quickly. 'I don't want to leave the hot water. I'm always cold.'

Ludwig removed the sensors, rolling the machine away from the tub. 'Do you take the time to bathe while here or is it strictly medical?'

'Medical. The one cute nurse with the big boobs does all the sponge bathing for my hall.' Gilbert gave Ludwig a tired grin and blue eyes simply rolled. 'You got a girlfriend?'

'No.' Ludwig answered quickly.

'Boyfriend?'

'No! Stop talking to me about such things.'

'Pfft. How old are you?' Gilbert asked, hanging his head over the back of the tub, knocking away the towel.

'Irrelevant question.'

Gilbert frowned lazily. 'Just trying to make conversation. I'm 26 last time I checked…don't remember how long I've been here or what month it is. Or what year for that matter. Feels like I've been here for decades.'

'Hm. I am a few years younger than you. Today is April 25, 2012. You have been here for nearly a year.'

'Sounds right, now that you're saying it.' Gilbert felt his hands. 'Shit, I'm crinkling. I need to get out now.' He heard Ludwig come over to the tub and felt him unhooked the I.V. tube. Gilbert gripped the rims of the tub, not expecting the large arms to slip into the water and lift him out. Usually the male nurses would slide him out by holding under his shoulders. 'Why, Sir Lancelot, how noble of you.'

Ludwig kept the same stern expression on his face while he carried Gilbert over to where the clothes were hung with folded towels. He carefully sat Gilbert on the bench and handed him one of the white towels. 'Dry yourself. I will call for a nurse to bandage and dress you.'

Gilbert gripped the hem of Ludwig's shirt, stopping him. 'Can you do it?'

'That is not my job. I am not a caregiver. I am a doctor.' He wrapped his hand around Gilbert's wrist, using as little force possible to move his hand. Gilbert held on tight.

'Please? That nurse guy always cops a feel when he wraps me up.'

Ludwig couldn't help his eyes traveling over Gilbert's naked body, slightly surprised at how perfectly white he was. Most likely it was due to all the medical experiments and medications he was on. He covered his eyes, turning his head to the side with a blush. It was a good thing Gilbert couldn't see him. Maybe it was for the best if Ludwig did help the man. Perhaps he could get used to seeing Gilbert's naked body before the man regained his sight. Gilbert was the taunting type, he could tell.

'Very well then. Dry yourself off while I prepare what I need.'

Ludwig went to the medical supply cabinets in the room to find the bandages. He also hooked and wheeled over the I.V., placing it back to the clasp in Gilbert's wrist. Wrapping the wounds and bruises took no time at all. Gilbert remained still as Ludwig moved his limbs all about. The unseeing pink eyes looked in his direction and Ludwig felt a shiver roll down his spine. The look was pleasantly exotic, yet strangely uncomfortable at the same time.

'Your hands are big.' Gilbert suddenly spoke. 'They feel soft too.'

'Thank you.' Ludwig taped one the bandages.

'I wouldn't mind you taking me, if you wanted to, that is. I'd prefer you over the others, until you turn into a douche. After that it's 'screw you'.'

'Take you where?' A white brow lifted before a little chuckle came through those chapped lips. 'What is it?'

'Are you serious?' Gilbert turned his head to snicker some more. 'Oh boy, this is rich! You're stupidly naïve, that's cute!' He laughed then coughed.

'I fail to see the humor in your laughter.'

'Then let me put it to you plainly.' Pink eyes turned back to Ludwig's direction. 'I would rather you screw me than the other doctors.'

Ludwig turned bright red and literally fell off the bench, shocked by the offer. He stared up angrily at the albino male, even if Gilbert could not see. 'W-What on earth? Why would you ask me something like that? It's appalling! I'm a doctor not a swinger!' He jumped to his feet. 'I knew you were used for more than just a test subject, but I did not think you would actually prefer it!'

'I usually don't.' Gilbert answered plainly. 'I will say this, though. When it's done right…the sex is the only form of pleasure I actually get to have while being here. Everything else is pain and…' He stopped. 'Forget it. I'm cold, can I have some clothes?'

'Yes.' Ludwig was still flushed bright red with his brows in an angry arch between his eyes. Never had he been asked such a sexually forward question before. He took a fresh pair of clothes and helped Gilbert dress before lifting him back into the wheel chair. 'You need to go with the other nurse now. I have work to do.'

Gilbert didn't answer him so Ludwig called for the nurse. The two waited in silence for the nurse to come. When the man arrived, Ludwig bid Gilbert a good day and left quickly. He wanted to get as far away from the man as possible.

/

After the first day was over, Ludwig and Roderich headed home to their apartment. Ludwig said nothing in the car and half listened to his roommate speak of his day. As usual, Roderich made the meals while Ludwig camped out on his computer, surrounded by open books. He ate very little for his thoughts were set on a pair of pink eyes and the 'offer'. Ludwig even had a difficult time falling asleep because his mind was so focused on the albino man named Gilbert.

By morning, Ludwig had only gotten a few hours of rest and he was tired. Roderich's normal morning mantra went in one ear and out the other. The blonde man lazily sipped his coffee, staring at the wall clock. Despite being tired he was eager to get to work and see Gilbert. With any luck, Gilbert would keep the sexual comments to himself and then Ludwig would be able to focus on work. For one single man to have such an effect on him was a personal experiment, which he would like to figure out.

/

Upon their arrival at work and going their separate ways, Ludwig was pleased to find out that he was offered an office. Knowing he now had his own personal work place helped to keep his mind off of Gilbert, for now. Stopping at the coffee stand to make himself a cup, he proceeded to his office with hast. A little place all to himself where there was no classical music or movie surround sound noises to bother him. (Their neighbor liked movies and games loud.) A place just for him.

When he opened the door and stepped inside, he frowned at the small size of the room. There was a simple oak desk with laptop, lamp, a file cabinet, a safe, and a coat rack. It was not the ideal dream office he had in mind, but the young man had to remember that he was still just an apprentice. As he continued to climb the ladder of success he would gain a much bigger and more respectable office.

He placed his messenger bag on the floor beside the desk and fumbled through it, taking out his tablet followed by his iPod, which he slipped into his lab coat. Unlike his roommate, Ludwig preferred to listen to audio books rather than classical pieces. Just as he was settling into the chair the laptop popped on with a voice, startling him.

'Good morning, Mr. Beilschmidt. This is Dr. Carty, I've received your notes from yesterday and I must say I am quite impressed!'

Ludwig just stared at the laptop screen, looking at the gray messenger box flashing with red sound waves. Now he had worked with medical equipment before, but never saw himself as well versed in the computer department. Roderich was worse than him for the man once asked how to rewind a DVD. Ludwig briefly looked for a microphone, but then remembered they were built in to monitors.

He cleared his throat. "I am honored that you accept my notes. I was uncertain of just what in particular you were looking for."

'The data is a great start! To answer your rehabilitation request, I would like to wait another day or so. Oh, do you know if he speaks English?'

"I do not think Gilbert fully trusts me yet." Ludwig flushed softly. "That will take some more time. The man can be very difficult."

'Oh, I know how he can be. However, you're doing something right because those notes were some of the best I have ever gotten while documenting Gilbert. Once I see how the rest of this day goes I may personally assign you to him. Your German speaking background seems to be…a comfortable stimulant for him. A patient's mental health is very important to us here at VOX Corp.' The last part sounded like a forced lie.

"Perhaps that is so." Ludwig answered.

'I will be sending some files for you to look over. Today will be your first experiment and test here at VOX. I trust you can stay strong through the entire process?'

Ludwig narrowed his brows, taking a seat in front of the laptop. "I don't see how I could not. Will I be participating in this test?"

'The actual testing no, but you will be assigned to monitor brain wave reactions and collect data. I want a full report by no later than tomorrow afternoon. Carty out.'

The message ended with a little beep along with the disappearance of the gray box. Ludwig couldn't help but feel suspicious about the communication system. He was starting to wonder if Dr. Carty was a program rather than a real person who was contacting him from another place. It almost reminded him of Hal 9000 from 'A Space Odyssey, which was considered by his standards, a little unnerving. Ludwig made a mental note to always be wary of what he said and did while working in the building.

A few minutes later, the bottom toolbar of the screen blinked with an incoming email. Ludwig clicked it to reveal the files Dr. Carty had said he would send. The files downloaded immediately, popping up on his screen. Sipping his coffee, Ludwig allowed himself time to read through as much of it as he could. It was fairly wordy and typed in small font. He found that needed his reading glasses to continue further so he pulled them from the coat pocket.

The further he read the document the more concerned he became. It would be useless for him to continue reading the rest of it now for it was more directed at the doctors and scientists. He would have to read the rest after the test was over. Ludwig's only job today was to monitor Gilbert's brain waves during a psychological experiment for mass hysteria pertaining to a specific phobia. In Gilbert's case, the man had a deathly fear of dentists and anything consisting of surgery in the mouth.

The entire process could be extremely straining on the heart and psyche, which may lead to shock. By a normal average person's standards, such an experiment would be inhumane and unethical. The main focus of the test was to find solutions to combat such intense fears with either medicines or learning how it works in the brain. There could be ways to prevent such things from happening in the first place, or even fully remove them from the human psyche. Everything here was made to improve or find solutions.

So why was the thought of participating in such an experiment, which should bring him excitement in his field of study, bother him so? Ludwig had to wonder if the issue had to deal with his current problem pertaining to Gilbert. Or perhaps it was just his emotions sympathizing for the medical torturing of a fellow human being. Whatever the reason, Ludwig had to be present for this experiment.

/

The young graduate student was unprepared for the events of the experiment.

Ludwig, along with two other observers, was placed in the monitoring room that faced out to the lab with a large pane of thick glass. Ludwig sat at the brain monitor, but was more concerned for the albino patient that lay helplessly on an operating table. Since Gilbert's ankles were numb and broken, the lower limbs did not have to be restrained. In fact, Ludwig noticed that only Gilbert's head and neck were tightly restrained to built-in buckles on the table. He couldn't quite see what it was, but something was holding Gilbert's mouth open. Ludwig had to wonder why the doctors and scientists did not restrain the rest of Gilbert's body. Little did he know that the question would be answered shortly.

The radio transmitter in the room gave word that the testing was going to begin. Ludwig spun his computer chair around to focus on the monitor. The colored lines were bouncing at a steady pace, but soon started to jump higher as doctors surrounded the patient. Ludwig's eyebrow twitched when he heard the first hollered shout of guttural German from Gilbert. The blonde knew that Gilbert must know by now what the doctors were planning to, and the struggling began.

Rather than watching the monitors fully, Ludwig found himself glancing from Gilbert to the screen. Now he knew why Gilbert's body wasn't fully strapped to the table. The doctors were using a primitive way of restraining by simply holding down the flailing limbs. Gilbert's pale fingers gripped wildly at the sleeves of the doctors holding his arms down. Ludwig could only see one side, but it was fairly obvious what was happening on the other. Gilbert was unable to move his feet, yet his legs still needed to held down, all the while screaming in fear of anticipated pain.

Ludwig tried to focus on the brain waves bouncing wildly on the screen. His hand was typing away quickly as he recorded all the numbers and changes. The frantic, almost high-pitched screaming stole his focus away from the monitor and back to the room. Ludwig nearly knocked the chair over as he shot up from his spot, startling the other two men in the room. He watched as one of the doctors probing Gilbert's mouth pulled out a bloodied tooth with medical pliers, and then went back in to do so again. Gilbert's brain wave monitor was beeping out of hand.

"Hey, Beilschmidt!" Shouted one of the observers. "Get back to your post!"

Ludwig turned to narrow his shocked gaze at the man. "They're not using Novocain or anything of the like!" He did rush back to the monitor. "They're torturing him!"

"He's still new." Said the other observer, referring to Ludwig. "You'll get used to this stuff. Eventually you wont even hear the screams or notice in length what is going on in front of you."

Ludwig fisted his hands on the desk, his ears ringing from the terrified and helpless screams of Gilbert. The albino man couldn't even see what was being done to him, but could only feel. "It doesn't seem ethical. No, it's NOT ethical!"

"Hey, it's all part of the experiment." Said the first person. "This is the extreme part of it. We don't always do things in such a manner. Like we said, over time you'll get used to it."

Ludwig knew they were right, which only infuriated him more. He sat back down in the chair and forced his mind to focus on the monitor. 'Necessary evil' was the phrase repeating in his head. Achieving such high honors and studying diligently from an early age was finally paying off. This position was one of the highest of its kind, and he did not want to give it all up. What was happening in the room next to him was unethical, barbaric, disgusting, and so cruel that it made his stomach turn. However, this was a part of his job. He had come so far for a chance at an apprenticeship at such a government run facility that it would be foolish of him to throw it all away.

Ludwig glanced over at the glass again, seeing Gilbert still struggling on the table. The screams were both upsetting and infuriating him to the point where he felt the vein pop out in his forehead. He remembered that he still had his iPod with him and he pulled it from the lab pocket. Quickly, he placed the headphones into his ears and switched on to the audio book of 'War and Peace', turning up the volume. Ludwig was able to multitask with such devices, and it made his documenting much easier. Without hearing the screams all he had to do was focus on recording the brain waves, as was his current job.

It was wrong. It was cowardly. It was necessary.

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