Italy sighed, knowing he'd lost. "Ehh...well, at least be gentle."

"I will be." Germany gently looked at some of the bandages. "Tell me if this starts to hurt, and I'll get the warm water to loosen it" He started to remove one of the bandages.

Italy cringed in slight pain ad grossed outness. There was a good bit of goopy blood underneath and he had to say it looked nasty.

Ludwig scooped Italy up, realizing this job was too much to just do in his room. and took him in the bathroom to set him on the closed toilet. He ran the bath water so it was warm and then got to work on cleaning the wounds. They were bad, but he had seen worse

Italy wanted to smack him. "OWWWW!!! STOP THAT!" he whined. "I DON'T CARE IF IT GETS INFECTED! JUST STOP TOUCHING IT!"

Germany stopped moving. "Sorry Italy." He said flatly, looking at the ground. "It'll be worse if you get an infection... I could lose you..."

Italy closed his eyes and bit down on his lip. It hurt, but he'd have to keep going. "Ok i can take it." He said quietly.

"Just tell me when you need a break, okay?" He finished the one he was on, rinsed the wound, and wrapped it in new, clean bandages. "I'll also need you to take a pill just in case an infection is already trying to form.."

Italy sighed. "I hate being all messed up. I should never have tried that."

"Italy, it's fine." he kissed Italy's cheek softly "it was very courageous for you to try" he said as he tended to the next wound

Italy just sighed and decided not to argue. "What should we do after all of this?" He asked, trying to get his mind off of the pain and onto something more plesant.

"We can make more pasta if you'd like. Surely you must be hungry..." He said, continuing with the bandages

"I'm starving." He really didn't have an appitite at all, but he didnt want Germany to worry anymore.

"Are you really Italy?"

He looked away from Ludwig. "No, but how should you know that?" He didn't see how he was so easy to read like that. Maybe Germany was just good like that.

"You are who I love. I know everything about you and I can read you like a book because of it." He said with sigh. "Is there anything you want?"

"No, I'm fine actually." He took Germany's face in his hands and stared him in the eyes. "I love you ok? Don't worry about me."

"I can't help it Italy..." He said sadly. "I worry all the time"

He kissed the other's cheek. "Shh. I'm fine."

"No you aren't... You're so wounded and hurt... Italy, you aren't yourself anymore. You've barely even smiled" He said, looking in Italy's eyes

He hadn't noticed how much his change had hurt his love until now. "I-I...." He stopped and looked away. "I'm sorry I've been so selfish...I haven't been feeling myself and I've hurt you for it." He felt awful. He knew this meant he was going to have to at least pretend to be happy from now on.

"You haven't hurt me. You just worry me..." Ludwig kissed Feliciano's hand. "I understand you not feeling yourself, it's reasonable, believe me I know.." He said with a frown. "I just, don't want to lose you Italy."

Feliciano blinked a few times. "I-I'm not going to die or go anywhere.." He frowned.

"I mean mentally Italy... These things can be so jarring that you could forget who you are..."

"oh...." He just sat there, wondering of that could even possibly happen to him. He didn't think he'd lose himself. That sounded scary.