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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2001 -:- 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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***Warnings: Language, disturbing scenes, scary scenes, alcohol use, suicide(?)

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

Chapter 6

The long awaited 'Movie Night' was finally set into place and the patients of VOX were eager to be a part of it. All the patients would take turns seeing a movie in their assigned group, which are called 'orchards'. The term coincided with the color of the halls. Currently, the Red Apple Hall was first to view the movie for the evening. Since many of the Red Apple patients were dangerously ill, they were always pushed first. The reason was to give them some small form 'happiness' since they could die tomorrow.

Gilbert never cared for movies or the cinema. He sat on one of the sofas with Francis and Antonio. Arthur was with them, as well as the boys. The boys were currently sound asleep in Arthur's lap as the man kept his spot on the floor. Ivan was sitting beside Antonio on the floor, holding a stuffed bear that was filled with heavy beads. The weight and texture of the stuffed animal helped to keep the large man focused on what was in front of him. Kiku sat in a chair to the far left of them, staring at the screen yet seeing nothing. Yao had to sit way up front, where he could properly hear the dialogue.

Francis looked over at Gilbert and noticed the man was not engaged in the movie. Checking to make sure the orderlies were out of earshot, Francis leaned in to whisper. "Why are you sad?"

"I was respected today." Was Gilbert's flat answer, his pink eyes staring blankly at the screen.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Ludwig. I blew him today and wanted more but…" Gilbert sighed and turned to him. "He said that he feared for my health and safety. What the fuck is up with that, Francis?"

Francis smiled sweetly, resting his head on Gilbert's shoulder. "Unlike the other doctors here…he does not want to use you like that."

"Believe me when I say that I would love to be with Ludwig, just me and him. He is not just another John or a fucking doctor. He's a true human being…"

"I wouldn't throw myself at him if that is the case, Gilbie." Francis offered. "I would learn to accept and cherish that respect for as long as I could."

Gilbert sighed. "I know…but I'm horny."

"Aren't we all." Francis chimed in with a little laugh. He looked over at Antonio, whose face was still a mask of pain. The brown haired man looked tired and worn out. "Are you still hurting, Antonio?" Gilbert turned to face his Spanish friend as well.

"…it's worse than ever." Antonio replied in a whisper. "I'm afraid to say anything for fear of going under the knife."

Gilbert squeezed the other's hand. "I will speak to Ludwig tomorrow on your behalf. He'll come and check on you."

Antonio gave his two friends a weak smile. "That would be nice…but do you think you could ask him another favor? Could he take a trip to the Yellow Apple Hall and check on Lovino for me?"

Francis cleared his throat. "Lovino is still in the cancer ward sedated in an induced coma…he won't know anything."

"But I will!" Antonio narrowed his eyes. "I just want to know that he is still…alive."

"Don't fucking do it, Tony." Gilbert warned him, staring into his friend's green eyes. "Don't even let me know 'THAT' thought crossed your mind!"

Antonio looked away. "I want the pain and fear to stop…"

"We all do." Francis answered. "Just stick with us a little bit longer. We have Ludwig with us now. I believe things will start looking up for us."

"But we don't know that for sure." Antonio leaned into Gilbert since the albino was in the middle.

Gilbert, now sandwiched between his two friends, wrapped his arms around their shoulders. "What the hell has happened to us? How could we have gone so wrong in this life?"

Neither of the men answered yet they did not let go of their middle friend. The three continued to watch the film before them but saw nothing.

/

Ludwig was running on empty the following morning. He gave the appearance of being fully awake and alert, yet his limbs were heavy with exhaustion. Sleep had not come easy to him for his mind was troubled with today's surgery. Ludwig had read over the file a few times, finding himself simply staring at the text. If the patient had been anyone other than Gilbert, Ludwig was certain he could perform the surgery without hesitation.

The elevator took him to the surgical floor where he met a nurse who led through the steps. Ludwig washed his hands in the sink before putting on the rubber gloves. This was not his first time in surgical garb, but it was his first hands-on procedure. Everything he had done up until now had been demonstrations or simulators. The real reason he was attending was to observe and practice simple procedures, such as administering meds and taking commands from the head surgeon.

He would not be assisting in the removal of Gilbert's skin.

Granted, only his left arm and right leg were going to be slightly skinned. The amount of skin they were going to remove was no larger than the palm of one's hand. The doctors wanted full samples of Gilbert's pigment-free skin to further analyze ways to correct it. With proper study, they could hope to perfect pigment issues in skin. To Ludwig, it seemed foolish but science was science, there had to be answer.

He took a deep breath as he entered the small surgical room. Appropriate machines lined the walls and a table stood in the middle. There were only two nurses, a man and woman, present in the room. They greeted him with a wave and made small talk, but Ludwig hardly heard their speech. However, his ears picked up the guttural German shouting come from the other door. He knew for a fact that it was Gilbert and his heart sunk in his chest.

The door slid open and two orderlies wheeled in a stretcher with Gilbert strapped down. Gilbert cursed at them in German, but the orderlies were used to it. Once Gilbert's pink eyes locked onto Ludwig's blue he smiled.

'Ha! You're shittin' me! YOU of all people are here?'

Ludwig just nodded, unsure of what to say. Another man came in who could only be Dr. Hartman.

"Good morning, everyone." The doctor announced politely while putting on his gloves. "Guten morgen, Gilbert."

'Suck my cock you piss-licking old billy goat!'

Dr. Hartman looked at Ludwig. "Mr. Beilschemidt, what did he say?"

Ludwig cleared his throat. "He said that he is a little worried."

Gilbert shot him a cold-hard stare.

"Oh, well, there is no need for that, Gilbert." Dr. Hartman pats the pale arm. "This surgery today will not take long at all."

'Tell him exactly what I said, Ludwig!' Gilbert demanded and hissed when Ludwig responded with a headshake.

"So, you two are not related in any way? You share the same last name."

"It's a common last name in Germany, doctor." Ludwig answered. "I only know Gilbert through VOX and none other."

Dr. Hartman nodded. "Very well then. Shall we get started?"

'Fuck each and every one of you.' Gilbert said, making sure to greet each person with a glare. 'Except for you, Luddy. I'm actually glad you're here.' He smiled at the blonde man. 'At least I know you won't let them get carried away.'

'Just try to stay as calm as you can. We will talk about this more later. Do you know what they are doing to you?' Ludwig asked while the other workers started to prepare the room.

'No…do I want to? They never tell us.'

Ludwig sighed softly. 'It is best that you do not know. We will be giving you anesthesia, so you will not feel a thing. I will see to that.'

'Yeah…this doctor guy does that.'

"Ludwig, would you mind administering the anesthesia?" Dr. Hartman handed him a blunt needle of the thick creamy liquid. "Have you practice this before?"

"Yes doctor, I have." Ludwig took the needle and took hold of Gilbert's I.V. He looked down at Gilbert's slightly worried face. 'You will be fine.' He hooked the blunt end to the I.V. input and slowly injected the liquid. Ludwig watched Gilbert's face for signs of the drug taking its effect.

Gilbert's white lashes fluttered for a moment before the drug settled him into a pain-free sleep.

"Doctor, he is settled." Ludwig announced softly.

"Very good, Ludwig." Dr. Hartman smiled. "No hesitation at all. I like that." He looked at the others. "Alright everyone, let's get started."

Ludwig's body was present during the surgery, but his mind was a slight blank. Unlike the others, he was not permitted to engage in most of the actual surgery. Currently, he was aiding the others in handing out the necessary tools. Ludwig did not mind his role in Gilbert's surgery for his eyes were constantly glued to the delicate removal of white skin.

Once the first piece of Gilbert's skin was removed from the arm, Dr. Hartman told him to take it. Ludwig used the medical tongs to carefully move the skin over to a metal plate. How he was able to move it as easily as he did was mind-blowing. The doctor told him to properly seal it and prepare a new tin for the next piece. He paused a moment to look down at the thin slab of skin that he had touched many times before. Looking at it from a theoretical point, the surgical testing could be extremely beneficial to someone like Gilbert. However, it is the way the experimenting was being conducted that bothered Ludwig the most.

'Ludwig, it is not your place as of yet.' He told himself. 'Focus on Gilbert right now. Focus on your learning.' Ludwig stared at the man on the surgical bed looking so helpless and small. Even if he were to someone free Gilbert from VOX the man would not last long on his own. Gilbert was completely dependant on the many nutrients and medicines in those I.V.'s that were helping to keep him alive. Gilbert would have to be on hospice care for a while until his body was able to function once again on its own.

As Dr. Hartman had said earlier, the surgery would not take long. Ludwig was surprised he was able to transfer the second piece of skin to the tin quicker than the first. Dr. Hartman showed him how to directly apply the correct medicines and salves to prevent infection so new skin can properly form. Focusing on wrapping the bandages kept Ludwig from staring at Gilbert's drugged induced sleeping face. All he wanted to do was scoop the man up in his arms and rush out of the room with him.

"That's good, Ludwig. Very well done." Dr. Hartman said with a touch to Ludwig's shoulder. "We're going to wheel Gilbert back into his room now. Would you like to stay with him until he wakes up? As it would appear to me, Gilbert is your charge after all."

"Yes doctor, I would appreciate that. Gilbert is calm with me so waking up to a familiar face will surely ease any type of panic that may occur."

"Very well. Get yourself cleaned up while I have the orderlies take Gilbert back to his room. You did very well." Dr. Hartman gave Ludwig a smile of approval before walking out with the tins of Gilbert's skin.

Ludwig quickly undressed himself of the blue surgical robes and washed his hands before leaving. He wanted to make it back to Gilbert's room as soon as possible. Ludwig wanted to run through the halls but kept his composure and walk with stoic pride. When he arrived at Gilbert's room the orderlies were just leaving. Upon entering, Ludwig could see that the orderlies had properly placed Gilbert on his bed, still sound asleep. There was a tray on the tiny end table with some crackers and a sugary soda.

"I guess I am not taking my lunch today."

Ludwig said aloud and took a seat beside Gilbert's bed. Right now he should be writing the report and studying for the upcoming exam. Everything he needed was in his office but he did not want to leave Gilbert until the man woke up. Seeing how the orderlies treated patients, Ludwig feared that some might bully or take advantage of Gilbert in this state. He would calmly wait for the man to wake up.

After an hour or so had passed Gilbert finally began to emerge from his slumber. Ludwig had been mentally reciting his textbook while waiting for the other to awaken. When Ludwig heard the soft moans coming from Gilbert he stood up from the chair. He watched as pink eyes opened and looked around the room. He said Gilbert's name and the man turned to look at him.

"Hello Gilbert. The surgery went very well."

Gilbert just groaned, writhing uncomfortably on the bed. "Fuck…I'm going to throw up…! Bucket!"

Ludwig grabbed the bathroom's wastebasket and hurried over, helping Gilbert lean over the side of the bed. He held the I.V. tube out of the way as Gilbert threw up what little contents his stomach had. "It is from the anesthesia." He said when Gilbert was finished. "You may eat a few crackers and take a small sip of the soda."

"Yeah…give me the crackers."

Ludwig let the other wipe his mouth with the napkin before handing over the crackers. Gilbert sat up with Ludwig's help and took a little bite of the first cracker. Gradually he began to eat them faster.

"So…what did they do to me now?" Gilbert asked, taking a bite of the cracker.

"Well…the doctors had to remove some of your skin." Gilbert stared at him. "Only small pieces. Two in total. One from your arm, and the other from your leg. They want to examine and experiment way to reverse the pigments sort to say. It is rather long and complicated."

"Fuck this shit!" Gilbert cursed. "So now I'm going to have fucking red patches on my limbs?"

"Please calm yourself. The skin will grow back over time, but yes, the particular areas will be a bit darker than before. Almost like a scar."

Gilbert looked at his newly bandaged arm and felt the other wrappings around his leg. "Now I'll never be Mr. Universe. This sucks." Shallow shoulders slumped.

"Gilbert, you have to eat. Here, drink a bit of the soda first." Ludwig opened the can of generic cola for the other.

Gilbert took a heavy gulp and returned to the crackers. "Fucking hell…but what am I going to do, right? What can I do? The answer is nothing. Nothing at all."

Ludwig cleared his throat and sat back down in the chair. "Sometimes, having a positive outlook in a dark situation can be beneficial to one's general comfort."

"Easy for you to say." Gilbert said with a scoff. "I do that already, though. I keep fighting because I want to live! I just have to keep on truckin'! Even if I am a sick little rabbit."

Ludwig nodded. "That is a fine attitude to have. There is not happiness here, if any at all. Keeping positive has a profound effect on the psyche."

Gilbert fell silent, but continued looking at his bandaged arm. Then he remembered what Antonio had asked him last night. "Oh, Ludwig? Since you helped to take my skin off today, could you do me a favor?"

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to go to the Yellow Apple Hall and check on a cancer patient named Lovino Vargas. There are actually two men in the same room. They are twin brothers who have developed the same type of cancer."

Ludwig's eyes widened a bit. "That is…very, very rare."

Gilbert nodded. "They are in induced comas to help with the pain. As you are well aware, many of us are forcefully kept alive for scientific testing."

"I am aware. Yes, I will go and check on this Lovino."

"And go to see Antonio after you have visited Lovino. Let Antonio know how Lovino is. They are friends. Also, do a quick examination of Tony when you see him…he's been in bad pain since last night."

Ludwig checked his watch. "Yes, I will examine him for you. I have a few hours left so I will let you properly rest and come to check on you before I leave. Is there anything else you may need at the moment?"

Gilbert smirked. "A kiss."

"Kiss?" Ludwig repeated with a soft blush.

"Yeah, a kiss. You know, since I sucked your cock dry yesterday, the least you could do is peck my cheek." Ludwig blushed at the words. "By the way, did you think about it all night?" He grinned.

"Actually, my mind was preoccupied with how I was going to handle performing surgery on you and if you would be alright throughout the procedure." Blue eyes stared into pink. "I did not have much time to think about 'that'."

Gilbert just shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Okay." He breathed out. "Fair enough. Go do the favor I asked of you."

"I can sense I upset you in some way, but I will not push it further." Ludwig leaned over and gave Gilbert a tiny kiss on the cheek.

Gilbert looked at him with a small smile. "That'll do. I'm going to rest now."

"See you soon, then."

Ludwig waited until Gilbert was comfortably situated before leaving the room.

Gilbert just watched the other leave and felt the tears come to his eyes once again. "Stop being so nice, Ludwig…" He whispered to himself.

/

Ludwig swiped his card to open the door to the Vargas room. Inside were two hospital beds, both occupied with a body. Ludwig could see that they were identical twins, each hooked up to numerous machines of similar types. He walked over to stand between the beds, looking at both of them. Ludwig could feel heavy empathy for the two brothers near death on the beds. Ludwig saw it as just one more inhumane crime to keep these two alive for research. From the looks of each of them, they should have passed on a long while ago. Ludwig brushed away some fallen brown strands of hair from one of their pillows.

"This is a shame." He frowned heavily. "Now, which one of you is Lovino?" Ludwig checked the clipboard at the foot of their beds, finding the right one to be Lovino. He picked up the clipboard skimmed through it, his brow continuing to furrow from both anger and sadness.

It was his common human empathy for a fellow being. "So, they have you set up to be euthanized soon…" He looked at the comatose man on the bed. "Horrible as it is at this point, it would be for the best. This type of suffering is atrocious." Ludwig replaced the clipboard and then took the other. "Hm. Feliciano…" He skimmed through once again. "Also set to be euthanized…"

The reality of the situation with the twins made him feel a bit nauseous in his stomach. There was nothing he could do for the two men so he exited the room. Once outside the room he took in a deep breath of fresh air. The room had the heavy smell of plastic, medicines, and sterilizing chemicals. The smell was overpowering. Now he had to break the news to Gilbert's friend, Antonio. Part of his career included bearing bad news to family members about their loved ones. This would be a good opportunity to practice this difficult skill. Using the upcoming deaths of two fellow human beings to his advantage stopped Ludwig in his walking.

'This is a difficult situation.' Ludwig said to himself. 'As of now, there is nothing you can do for those two. It is what it is. Antonio has the right to know.' Satisfied with his pep talk to himself, Ludwig continued on his way.

Entering back into the Red Apple Hall, Ludwig decided to peek in on the other patients he had become acquainted with. Kiku had gone through a minor surgery on his right eye, which was bandaged. Both Yao and Arthur were in their rooms reading books. Alfred and Matthew were on the floor coloring with crayons. Ivan seemed to be lost in a mental state with lazily banging his head against the wall. The man had a helmet on to prevent any serious damage and his clipboard file stated that he was due for an update. Francis had been asleep so Ludwig did not want to wake him, but checked the file anyway. The last one was Antonio, and Ludwig held his breath.

Swiping his card, the door opened to a shocking sight. Ludwig's reactions were swift the moment he saw Antonio knock the chair out from under himself. Ludwig caught the man by his legs and lifted Antonio higher to keep the pressure off of the makeshift noose. The sheet was attached to some strange hooks on the ceiling that Ludwig had never noticed before, nor did he know what they were. Either way, he worked quickly to hold the man's weight and untie the sheet from the neck. Once Antonio was free, Ludwig rushed him over to the bed.

"What were you thinking?" Ludwig hissed slightly, tilting the other's head to look for any damages to his neck.

"…hurts too much." Antonio wheezed out. "I can't take it anymore…it won't go away…and Lovino is dying!"

Ludwig could see the man was in pain and needed medical treatment quickly. "Who told you that?" He asked while taking out the company cellphone to dial for assistance.

"…heard them talking…they will kill him…and burn his body! Just kill me, please…" Ludwig heard his words but moved away to speak on the phone.

"I need assistance in room 9 on Red Apple. Possible kidney failure, mentally unstable…needs to be put on suicide watch…" Ludwig hung up after he was told that Dr. Winlow was on his way to the room. He went back over to the bed. "Someone is coming to help you. We will give you something to stop the pain."

Antonio rolled over onto his belly, hiding his face in the pillow. "Why did you call them? Why? They will only hurt me more! Gods above…make it stop!"

Ludwig was certain by now that it was kidney failure and if the man did not receive the proper attention he could die. Chances are the doctors would only patch up Antonio's pain so they could continue with their research. The man needed a kidney transplant, simple as that. Of course there were risks in any type of surgery but it would be Antonio's best bet at this point.

The door opened and two orderlies rushed in with a stretcher. Dr. Winlow was right behind them. "Get him to the surgical room! Hurry!" Winlow calmly ordered the others that lifted a weakly struggling Antonio onto the stretcher. "Good timing, Ludwig."

"It was a shock to witness. I am glad I made it on time." Ludwig watched, as Antonio was strapped to the stretcher. "He needs a transplant."

Dr. Winlow nodded. "He does, but that is not a current option. Do not mettle in these affairs, INTERN. Unless asked, keep your amateur opinions to yourself."

Ludwig was a bit surprised by Winlow's outburst but kept a straight face. The three wheeled Antonio out of the room, leaving Ludwig standing alone. He was thankful for the sudden solitude now that the full effect of what happened began to sink in. Ludwig sat himself on the bed and rubbed his temples. During much of his studying, he found it was common for patients suffering to attempt suicide. Sometimes the intense pain could overpower the brain's senses and alter the person's mental state. Ludwig was surprised that Gilbert had not attempted suicide yet with everything he had been through. It made him want to rush back to Gilbert's room just to check on the man, and he did.

/

Gilbert felt his stomach lurch for the hundredth time and let out a groan. Anesthesia always had a sickening effect on him, but it was better than the pain. He hissed when the bandaged part of his leg hit the bed as he shifted to the side. Once settled, Gilbert let out a sigh of relief as the pain went away. He wished Ludwig were still in the room with him for he missed the special doctor already. Ludwig kept handling him with fine gloves as if Gilbert were a porcelain doll. What Gilbert really wanted was to be roughly manhandled by the large blonde and fucked hard until his eyes went cross. He knew Ludwig had the ability to do it but Gilbert had to pave the way for him.

There was a familiar aching in his groin and his lips molded into a smirk. This sensation has not happened for a while and Gilbert was overjoyed. Mindful of his I.V., Gilbert slipped a hand in to his pants.

"Gilbert!" Came the shout of his name as the door clicked opened. Gilbert nearly tore the I.V. needle out of his hand pulling it from his pants. He turned his head to see Ludwig standing by the door.

"Ludwig? What is it?"

"H-How are you?"

Gilbert raised a pale brow. "The same as I was when you left me. Why?"

"Um…no reason." Ludwig did not want to tell Gilbert about his friend yet. "I think I'm a bit stressed from all the work. I have a big exam to start studying for tonight, so I think I will head out early."

"Oh…alright. But you're so stinkin' smart! You don't need to study! I'm a person who needs to study!"

Ludwig walked over to him. "I learn new things every day. Studying only advances my knowledge of subjects. I must get perfect marks." Gilbert scoffed at him. "Did you have any schooling in the orphanage where you grew up?"

"Yeah…a little. But I never cared enough to REALLY learn and no one there bothered to make me, either. I can read…enough. I can do math and do some writing. Nothing near your talents, though." He looked up at him with a smirk. "I'm smart in my own ways!"

"Indeed." Ludwig answered with a nod. Their short conversation kept the image of Antonio's hanging body away, but it only came back. "Well, I really must go. I have clocked in enough hours for the day. I will see you tomorrow."

Gilbert blew him a kiss and Ludwig blushed. "Don't stay up too late." Gilbert winked.

"Remember to eat and rest well. Good day to you, Gilbert."

Gilbert waved at the retreating figure. "Hm…something is up with him. I wonder what it could be?"

/

Narrow corridors surrounded him at every turn. Ludwig was dressed in his lab coat and holding a briefcase. From inside the briefcase there was a constant tapping noise, yet Ludwig paid it no mind. The bright hospital lights were flickering on and off in a sporadic manner making vision difficult. The lights did not stop him from continuing on his walk. Where he was going he did not know. His feet seemed to know the direction they wanted to go in so Ludwig allowed the two to lead.

Slowly the narrow corridors began to widen the further he walked. All around him, bodies began to appear, each one hanging from either a sheet or a tube. His blue eyes darted to each face, yet not one person looked familiar to him. Unworried, Ludwig continued on, weaving in and out of the hanging bodies until he came upon a door. The door was unlocked when he touched the handle, pushing down to open it.

Inside was a completely white room, so bright that he had to shield his eyes to allow them a second to adjust. In the center stood a surgical bed with a body covered by a white sheet. The tapping in his briefcase grew louder by the minute but Ludwig still ignored the sound. His blue eyes widened when the sheet began to soak through with blood. The blood was not as dark as it should be, but rather a faint hue that reminded him of a red marker when pressed and held to a white paper. It's color continued to spread until the entire sheet was covered.

His briefcase started to shake and rumble within his grasp, which finally alerted his attention to the object. Holding the briefcase up to his face, Ludwig watched as the top locks flipped up on their own. The front fell open and Ludwig felt his whole body jerk.

Ludwig darted up from his desk in the bedroom, knocking a few empty beer bottles onto the floor. The clinging sound of the bottles hitting the hardwood floor brought him back to full attention. He rubbed his palm against his forehead and sighed. Ludwig knew he had gone overboard with the drinking. Blue eyes looked down at the tiny printed words of his textbook and his blood ran cold. While he was having a beer-induced nightmare, his brain cells missed some very valuable studying time. The exam was only a day away and he was unprepared for it.

"Damn it all! What the hell was that about?"

The sound of a classical piano piece filled the room right then. Ludwig looked at his alarm clock to see that its numbers glowed ten-thirty. Getting up from the desk chair, Ludwig left his bedroom to stand in the living area where Roderich's piano sat. Ludwig stared at his roommates back but was thinking about his nightmare, of the briefcase and bleeding bed. Was his subconscious trying to warn him about something or was it simply the effects of the day along with the buzz of alcohol? The last answer was the most obvious and accurate one.

"Have you come to listen to me play?" Roderich asked him.

"I would not mind hearing some music."

"Then please, have a seat and indulge yourself in the beauty of poetry through music."

Ludwig took a seat on the couch, crossing his arms and legs to let Roderich's playing serenade him into a peaceful sleep.

End Chapter 6 TBC
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