[Rewriting] Troubled Soul (Hetalia fanfiction)

Seven: Drugged?!

-- Spain --

Did France really just do that? I asked myself.

Prussia stood up. "Danke France...." He seemed to be more at ease as he wiped his tears.

"Of course mon ami." He hugged him tightly, rubbing his back.

I stood up and went into the room, despite Germany's attempts to stop me. I went to her side.

That's when I saw it.

"Germany!" I exclaimed, rushing to the doorway.

"V-Vhat is it?" He sounded defeated.

I held it up.

A prescription bottle.

"Vhat is zhat?" He asked, staring at it.

"It is atenolol amigo! Half of it is gone!" The room fell silent.

The doctor purposely drugged her.

"SALAUD!" France exclaimed.

We all knew what he meant.

~ ~ Time Skip: Five Hours later... ~ ~

-- Prussia --

I held her hand tightly. Her pulse was returning slowly to what it had been for the past couple weeks.

I was relieved she hadn't died.

Damn doctor, I knew I didn't trust him for a reason.

It turned out he had been killing off his patients in the same way. I didn't know how he got away with it, but he was taken care of quickly after. I was the one who gave him his 'punishment' with the help of France and Spain.

I would let no one hurt my schwester ever again. Anyone who dared try would suffer the consequences.