Unexpected

Chapter 15

Third Reich's POV
    It's been a couple of days, no sign of (Y/N). I don't really care much about her... but for some reason I'm worried.
    Ugh maybe my son is rubbing off me, he's constantly pacing or going to (Y/N)'s door trying to get her to open it.
"Is she sick?" Germany questioned, looking at North with worry in his gaze.
"She was moving around when I woke up." North answered, glancing up towards the hallway.
"Maybe we should... go into her room." South suggested.
"But that will be invading her privacy!" Germany protested.
I groaned, looking up at the small group. They kept bickering back and forth on what to do while I try to watch my show that I found interest in.
"She might kick us out if we just walk into her room! What if she's changing into clothes right now!?" Phil growled.
"Ugh, when will they shut up?" I grumbled lowly.
"Let them be Reich, it'll all blow over eventually." Soviet stated, not turning away from the TV.
"It's been a few days, it should've blown over by now." I retorted lowly. Soviet just rolled his eyes, but didn't respond.
After a few hours of more bickering and arguing, I had enough. I stood up, walking through the group gaining their attention. I walked up the stairs, not looking behind me.
"Dad? What are you doing?" Germany asked, sounding confused.
"Doing what you four has been arguing about the past four hours!" I retorted, clearly annoyed.
"Dad wait! What if-"
"I don't care about the what if's at the moment. If this is what it takes to shut you all up, I'm gonna do it." I said, walking into the hallway not bothering to listen to my son's protests.
I walk up to the door, stopping. 'Why do I feel nervous? Snap out of it Reich!' I shook my head, snapping myself back into focus.
I balled my hand to a fist and knocked on the door gently. "(Y/N)... are you ok?" I asked, trying to sound worried... but it came out like a demand.
When I got no reply I sighed, "Alright I'm coming in!" I turned the knob, it was unlocked. I swung open the door slowly to see (Y/N) curled up into a ball under her sheets.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow. She looked asleep... was she sick? I walk up to the bed side noticing how pale her face looked, I place my hand on her forehead... her temperature seems normal.
I pulled my hand away, looking at her up and down trying to figure out what was wrong. I looked down and began to pace without my knowledge. 'She could've gotten a stomach bug? No she would be running a fever anyway. She could be on her monthly... but she wouldn't be in bed for these past few days.'
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a groan. I look over to see (Y/N) blinking open her eyes. Her red orbs look dull, she looked over at me whimpering our, "Reich?"
I could feel my gut churn, something wasn't right at all. I walked over to her bedside, sitting on the edge. "Hey, we are starting to-"
"It hurts... why does it hurt so much." She interrupted me, shifting around.
I gave her a confused look, unsure what she was talking about. Is she on her period? My eyes widened in alarm as she cough, scarlet red drops falling onto her pillow.
    I pulled back her covers immediately, seeing bruises on her neck, most likely someone choked her. I even noticed some dried blood on the side of her head. She curled in a tight ball once more when I lifted the covers. I gently uncurled her, pulling up her shirt, but not enough to expose her.
    I gasped, my eyes widening. Bruises and swelling littered on her body, I noticed there was some internal bleeding as well. I began to panic, this girl who was always smiling was now beat up and in immense pain. Anger bubbled up inside me, but there would be time to vent that out later.
    I picked her up bridal style gently, allowing her shirt to fall back down. She whimpered at the sudden change, "Reich ..." She erupted into coughs.
    "Shh, save your breath. I got you, don't worry." I whispered to her, holding her closer to my chest.
    I quickly walked out of the room calling out, "Germany call that one guy, (Y/N)'s friend!" I called out urgently, stopping at the stairs.
    Germany looked up, giving me a confused look. "Benjamin? Why?" He questioned. I watched my sons eyes widened in horror, noticing who was in my arms.
    I walked down the stairs hearing Germany ask, "What happened to her?"
    "I don't know, all I know is that she's beat up pretty bad. Now call Benjamin!" I ordered, raising my voice.
    Germany slipped his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number quickly. I walked over to the couch, "Soviet move." I spoke in a tone of urgency and frustration.
    Soviet stood up quickly looking up at me then down to (Y/N) in surprise, now noticing what's going on around him. "What happened?" Soviet questioned, looking at (Y/N) in alarm.
    "I found her like this and no... I didn't do it. She's in pain... a lot of it. She littered in bruises and she has some internal bleeding." I told Soviet, laying (Y/N) on the couch gently.
    More of the countries came in, it was only Soviet and Germany, clearly being attracted by all the commotion.
    They noticed (Y/N) immediately, beginning to question what happened. 'Ugh... I was only hoping to say this once.'
Germany's POV
    "Hello?" I heard a tired voice on the other end.
    "Hey Benjamin... it's Germany." I said, pacing around the kitchen.
    "Oh hey, is (Y/N) with you? I seriously have some words for her for skipping work!" Benjamin growled on the other end.
    I felt anger resurface, but I push it down knowing he doesn't know what happened just yet. "Yeah but... something happened."
    Silence fell over the phone for a few minutes. "What happened?" Benjamin said in a dangerous tone, sounding firm yet angry at the same time.
    "We started getting worried when she wouldn't come out of her room for the past few days. Then when we were deciding what to do Reich went up there to check on her himself, since he got tired of us arguing. He came back with her, limp in his arms. I didn't take a good look at her but she's pale and there are bruise marks around her neck." I informed him quickly.
    "Oh no... he did it again." I heard him mumble. "I'll get her cousin, he's a doctor. I'll be there with him in twenty minutes. Keep her alive till then." Then Benjamin hung up before I could question who the he was.
    I slipped the phone into my pocket, walking out into the living to where Soviet, Reich, Britain, and America were checking on her wounds around her torso.
    Russia came running down the stairs, carrying a first aid kit. "What did he say?" I heard my father ask, looking up towards me.
    "He's said he's bringing her cousin which is a doctor. He should be here in twenty minutes." I informed him, walking to the couch.
    "Good, I don't know how long she will hold. The internal bleeding it getting worse and she may have a serious concussion." Soviet said, not looking up from her wounds.
    "Also maybe a few broken and bruised lungs." America commented. "Does Benjamin know who did this?" He growled, glaring up at me.
    "It sounded like he knew... but he didn't say his name." I said, crossing my arms.
    "So it was a guys that did this!?" America growled.
    "America calm down. She needs to remain asleep." Britain said.
    Everyone was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
America's POV
    I heard the doorbell ring, I stomp over towards the door. "America, don't get to angry." France said.
    I ignored him the swing open the door being faced with Benjamin. "Who did it?" I questioned, glaring at him.
    "I'll get straight to that just let us-"
    "No, you are going to tell me now." I demanded.
    "Well at the moment my cousin is on the verge of life and death if this is anything like last time." A monotone voice said.
    I look next to Benjamin to see a boy with bright red eyes, black hair, and (s/c). He looked to be around ten or nine.
    "I thought you said you'll be bringing at doctor?" I questioned.
    "Which I am." The boy said. "Grey (L/N), (Y/N)'s cousin, nice to meet you." Grey said calmly. "Now step aside and let me do my thing."