Gilbert woke up to West reading next to him. "Where's Specs?"

"Roderich went home."

"Oh…"

Feliciano bounced into the room and smiled at them, "I found the vending machine and got us all something to drink!"

"Awesome! Please tell me you have beer!"

"Uh…" Feliciano started to decline when West interrupted.

"Bruder, why didn't you tell us about Ivan?"

Gilbert looked at West and frowned, "he'd only come once and there was no proof-"

"Since when have we needed proof?" Ludwig glared at him and set his book aside.

"Ve…"

"Feliciano," West looked away and calmed down a bit, "can you go ask the doctor again when my bruder can leave?"

"That's easy, the doctor said-"

"Feliciano…"

"Oh…si…" Feliciano turned and walked out of the room.

"West, I didn't-"

"I don't want to hear it, bruder."

It felt wrong not to say it though. "Es tut mir-"

"Bruder, if you apologize to me, I'll never forgive you."

"Where is Gil?"

"He's home with Roderich. The kid's been dozing just a little less than you, but the hospital released him."

"Gute."

Ludwig pat his shoulder lightly and went to go see what Feliciano had found out.

A/N: Sorry reviewers! I went on haitus and then went soft on this story. Promise right here, right now: the next chapter will be a long, awesome chapter full of the things that made you all actually read past the first paragraph!

-is working through examens, a job interview, and working at my other job-

IT WILL BE AWESOME, EVEN IF I MUST WORK THROUGH THE NIGHT!