The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

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"I swear, you don't need to go near me! I'm fine!" Gilen hissed, laying flat on his back, covered by some sort of fluffy blanket. Flavio stared right at him, concern written all over his face, he couldn't help to check if he was really there, really listening to him after days of acting unlike a human would.

"I'm just so glad you're ok! Ok?" He responded, disregarding the angry tone Gilen had just given him. "You seemed pretty out of it for the past few days... What happened?"

Gilen didn't feel like talking to him anymore. He really did feel so... out of it, like Flavio said. His mind had been tampered so much that reality just didn't feel like reality. His vision was going drowsier and drowsier by the second.

He sighed. "Look, I don't feel like talking. Stop worrying about me and leave me be". Gilen's words began blending together, like some odd concoction. He barely had enough strength to keep his eyes open.

Flavio held onto his arm tightly, eyes widening suddenly. "Y-your arm is freezing cold. Yet it's so sweaty..." His eyes examined the parts of Gilen's body that weren't covered by blanket.

A lot of cuts. Sore and slightly bloody wrists. Tiredness.

"Gil-darling? Do you mind sharing what happened these last few days or?" Flavio asked, voice going quieter as he realised.

Gilen had passed out. He obviously wasn't going to be telling him what happened for a while. His efforts were futile.

"Gil-darling? Gil?" He asked Gilen, leaning in closer.

"Gilen, stop making things so f-freaking difficult!" He pulled away forcefully, stumbling on his words as he suppressed his tears. "D-do you know how out of character it is for me to be this worried and emotional!? I'm suppose to be the sassy and flamboyant gay for crying out loud!"

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Flavio knew that he should probably stay away from Given for a little while, he was making him feel far too stressed and worried. There was nothing else he could do anyway. Gilen wouldn't be waking up for hours. Flavio just need someone to talk to, someone who wouldn't constantly worry him with odd behavior. He was well aware that he'd been acting strangely out of character ever since Gilen mysteriously 'disappeared', it sickened him to the core that he would give into worriedness like this. He probably was going to be knocking on random doors by this point, hoping for at least one person to talk to.

He walked over to the nearest door and held onto the handle, reflecting briefly on the event happening recently. Complete confusion. Without spending too much time lost in memories of the recent past, he opened the door briskly.

The first thing that the blond noticed was the lack of light. He could barely see 4 figures sitting on the floor, so his natural instinct was to switch on the light. So he did.

Almost immediately, someone said something incomprehensible, probably out of surprise, kind of like a shriek.

Flavio looked at the 'gathering' that he had disrupted confusedly. This gathering consistent of Luciano, Allen, Matt and Siegfried, sitting in a circle like stereotypical teenagers would do to gossip.

None of them seemed to care. In fact, they welcomed him. Well, except one.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to be with that angsty Prussian bastard!" Luciano snapped, instantly drawing his brother's attention to him.

"Whatever happened to a friendly greeting?..." Siegfried asked, half jokingly and half seriously. He wasn't even sure if Luciano knew what one was. Luciano huffed in a mix of disgust and anger.

"Oh, Gilen? He's passed out, nothing I can do to help him." Flavio replied bluntly, not worried at all about Gilen's unstable condition, simply dismissing it as alright. "But there are bigger things to worry about, for example... why Luciano is wearing Matt's shirt?" he pointed directly at Luciano, as if he were a lawyer, hell bent on providing adequate evidence.

Luciano tugged at the sleeves of the oversized, plaid shirt that he was indeed wearing. 

"So what if I am?"

The blond counter on his fingers and replied in a sing-song fashion. "Number one, it looks ugly as hell. It's not cute, sweetheart. Number two, just don't do it. Number three,  you didn't even bother to tell me that you are in love formally, how rude!"

Everyone, even Flavio himself seemed to await a response from him. Even though he was quite terrifying when provoked, it was a little amusing to rile him up.

Much to the disappointment of the others, he just smirked. "So you choose to care about me wearing my boyfriend's shirt over your own boyfriend passing out... Way to get your fucking priorities straight, Flavio." Luciano retorted, in an almost condescending manner. 

"But yeah... nothing I can do go help him... I just thought I could come and spend time with you all! After all, filler..." he replied bluntly again, not seeming to fuel the fire any more. 

A/N: I felt bad for not updating, so here we are. It's kind of a short chapter but I tried to make it decent for once.

Fun reminder: My headcanon name for 2p! Germany is Siegfried. Just in case you couldn't tell.