lost ~completed~

chapter 17

When a person is murdered their loved ones will want revenge. That much can definitely be said for Arthur even though the person who murdered Alfred was one of his own kind. At the hospital, the Brit had been positive about wanting to avenge Alfred's death. After Francis had forced him to go back to the hotel, Arthur was faced with the slightest hesitation.

Seeing Ludwig so small and injured and yet still in love with Feliciano made guilt prick Arthur's heart. How could he think of killing Feliciano when he had seen how severely his hands had shook and the look of horror in his eyes despite his attempts to hide it?

He felt like a monster. Ludwig only let a few people into his inner circle in his life. He knew of only three; Kiku, Gilbert and Feliciano. How could he think of hurting the person that was arguably the most important person to Ludwig? If they killed Feliciano like they were planning how would that affect Ludwig and Kiku, who also let only a few people in.

Arthur sighed. He watched as Gilbert led Ludwig out of the room after the heated argument. He was going to follow when Elizaveta got up before him. Arthur decided that he would wait until she came back.

He waited patiently, blocking out the others discussion of how they wanted to kill or at least hurt Feliciano. Most had decided he was too far gone to save. Those few who didn't want to hurt Feliciano were slowly being converted to wanting to hurt him. The only few that stood as strong as bricks were Ludwig and most likely Kiku.

When Elizaveta came back, her emerald eyes were glassy as if she was trying not to cry. She sought out Roderick and whispered something too him that Arthur couldn't hear. Arthur took his chance to leave not bothering to see what Roderick's reaction was. .

He let his feet carry himself to the German brother's room. He hardly noticed anything else in the hallway, which in the past Alfred would have teased him for since he was probably thinking about his fairy friends. He knocked on the door quietly. He hoped it would be hearable. He was starting to doubt that anyone heard his knock. He was going to knock again when Gilbert opened the door, scarlet eyes hard and mouth set in a firm line. His features softened seeing Arthur which made the Brit angry. He didn't want others sympathy because of what happened to Alfred and Francis, especially the ex-country.

"Hey Arty." Gilbert said trying to sound normal but it was plain from his tone of voice that even he, the great and 'awesome' Prussia couldn't. Something must have happened that Arthur missed for the usually cocky Prussian to have trouble smiling.

"Um...hey Gilbert." Arthur murmured timidly. He didn't know how to start off. "I...is Ludwig in your room?"

Gilbert glanced in although he knew his bruder was inside, "Ja, he's in but he's asleep. Why ?"

Arthur heard the edge in his voice. He tried not to take it personally. Of course Gilbert would be edgy around him. He didn't know what Arthur wanted to see Ludwig for. For all he knew, Arthur could be planning yell at Ludwig and blame him for Alfred's death and Francis' injury.

"C...can I talk to him? It's really important." Arthur asked. Gilbert shifted his weight, leaning against the door. His eyes quickly scanned Arthur's body. He took in the British man's body posture and decided he wouldn't do anything bad. If anything, what he would say could help Ludwig immensely. Deciding the good over ruled the bad, Gilbert decided to let him in.

Arthur grew nervous under Gilberts gaze, even though it was Gilbert who was looking at him and not Russia. He looked away nervously.

Gilbert widened the door and stepped aside. "Ja, you can see him real quick." Gilbert said. Soundlessly, Arthur came in. He quickly found Ludwig lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. He sure did fall asleep quickly.