GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapters 23:: Trials

~-No one's POV-At the hospital~

After the occourance, Feliciana was rushed right to the hospital. Once they got to the white building, Felicicana was rushed into a room and helped into a hospital gown. At this time, Italy was groaning, clutching Germany's hand and the dialing of the bed on the other side. Doctors and midwives rushed around the room, setting it up as well as getting the Italian to settle down.

Sweat slid down the sides of her face as she panted and whimpered. "L-ludwig... It-a hurts..."

"Ich know." The German whispered, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. "Ich am so sorry, Feliciana. Ich have no excuse for mein behavior." The blonde swallowed hard.

Italy groaned, her grip tightening on his hand. "I-is-a this real-lly the time to-a bring th-that-a up?"

Germany sighed, stroking her sweaty cheek with his thumb. "Nein. I'm sorry." He mumbled, keeping his ice-blue eyes concentrated on her strained features. Worry built itself up inside him, but he dared not to let it show. He had to help Feliciana while her brother angrily paced outside the door and Prussia and Hungary made their way to their hospital.

"Stop apologizing." Feliciana whimpered, leaning her head back. "You-a sound like-a me." She teased, managing a smile.

Soon, the doctor finally stopped bustling around and stood at the end of the bed. "Alright, Miss. Vargas. I'm going to need you to push here in just a moment. Do you zhink you could do zhat for me?" His response was a short nod. Before speaking up again, he checked over all the machines and utencils they had. "Alright... Now push!" The doctor shouted, and Feliciana did as told.

The Italian's teeth clenched shut. A deep, low groan shoved through her teeth, followed by a pained whine. The doctor hooded. "Gutt, gutt... Now I'll need you to push again. Ready? Now!" Again, Feliciana pushed, this time an agonizing scream tore from her throat. "Stop! Stop pushing!" The doctor suddenly shouted, startling Ludwig.

"Vhat's wrong?" The worry in him slightly pitched his tone in voice. When the doctor didn't respond, fret made the German tremble slightly. "Vhat's going on!?"

The doctor gulped, making eye contact with the personification. (And again I don't feel like translating. Mostly because the internet sucks where I am right now. So pretend this is German:) "Mr. Beilshmidt... There's been a complication with the birth of your children." He stated as one of the midwives ran out. "We're going to need our American transfer doctor. She may have something to help."

Ludwig's brow furrowed. "Wait? You said children?"

A nod came in his direction as the doctor shifted things around the room. "Yes. Ms. Vargas is having twins. If we can fix this, there is a slight chance all three will live. However, both of your children are trying to come out at the same time, and of course that isn't going to work. We have to force one back without the c-section. Doing that may harm one or both of your children, and Ms. Vargas' has such a fragile and frail body that it'll defiantly harm her to the extreme, and possibly kill her from agony and blood loss. Stay there and comfort her. Tell her she's doing fine."