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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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I edited the tense I was writing in because I know my style can be off-putting so I hope that helps I'm probably playing fast and loose with medical procedures...but I figured since Germany and Prussia are nations they can probably survive more than a normal person could and could probably arrange to have doctors be more accommodating than they'd normally be I'm trying
thank you for being patient and I really hope that you like it

The doctor came after half an hour had passed and by the time of his arrival Germany was near frantic. He only grew more so as the day turned to evening and the man began to attend to his brother. He knew logically that this stranger intended to help his older sibling, but that made it no easier to let him approach when every part of his mind screamed for Germany not to allow anyone to touch his brother ever again. It was harder still to watch as the doctor began to stitch and sterilize and bandage. The medic didn’t ask about the nature of the injuries and Germany volunteered nothing. Perhaps this mortal man had been told before he came here exactly what the two men were, or perhaps he hadn’t, either way it didn’t seem to matter much. The surgeon had fixed his eyes on Prussia and set to his work and Germany had watched him do it. The coat was the first thing to be removed and then the completely bloodsoaked and torn shirt beneath it and once both garments were gone so was any illusion Germany could have had about Russia’s morality or his sanity. There were a few scars outlined on the pale flesh, but the white and pink of the tissue was nothing compared to the angry red of everything else. To call them gashes would be a gross understatement. It would be more accurate to say that there was almost no skin left on Prussia’s back. It looked as if he’d been scourged for days on end without stopping...and maybe he had been thought a treacherous part of Germany’s mind. His chest was in a better condition but not a good one by any means. Slashes from a knife’s edge ran up and down his torso like a demented scribbling from the hand of a deranged child. There was no shortage of bruising and even through his haze of shock Germany knew that the ribs were broken. His arms were twig like but exempting the wrist, which Germany himself had snapped when he snatched it to stop his brother’s fall, the worst of the damage had been done to Prussia’s hands. His fingernails or rather lack of them were the most striking detail. Every last one of the digits bloomed with the scarlet color of gore and irritated flesh where the nail had been ripped clean away. His fingers themselves were no better off, most of them bent and twisted at angles that ranged from uncomfortable looking to down right torturous. Prussia’s hands alone took the doctor a solid hour of bandaging and cleaning and setting bone. Germany had to restrain himself from throttling the man when he began to re-break and splint each of his brother’s phalanges.
“It’s so they’ll heal properly.” The doctor explained.
The rest of the upper body took longer and dusk fell before the last stitch was made and the last of the bandages were wrapped around the unconscious nation.
The lower parts were much worse.
There was scarring there as well and more of it was visible. These wounds were lesser in number and older looking but all the more horrifying. To start with there were slashes and marks from what must have been a whip on his legs. They were scabbed and ugly and oozing with an infected yellow pus. There were other injuries as well, ones that had gone green around the edges or smelled foul or both. It was sickening but Germany didn’t dare look away. His brother’s feet were...worse. There wasn’t really a word for how mangled and decrepit they looked. The toenails were missing as well along with two of the toes themselves and the rest of feet were so thoroughly battered that they barely looked like what they were any more. The room was filled with the smell of rotted flesh and some…. Well most of the skin had become discolored and slimy. The flesh leaked with a strange fluid that was neither blood nor pus nor any combination of the two and smelled like a corpse. Germany had to press a hand over his mouth to stifle his urge to vomit and he almost left the room in order to breathe for just a moment when the doctor spoke to him.
“I’m going to have to amputate.” He said.
“What?” Germany asked, not quite believing his own ears.
“Too much of the tissue is severely infected, if not dead already. There’s nothing I can do for him but remove it.”
“No! You can’t!” The blond man protested, crossing the room to place his arm between the physician and his sibling. “He was standing on them earlier! He was walking...you..you can’t just…” He trailed off then choking on his plea.
The doctor looked at him sympathetically for a moment. “You and your brother are...extraordinary aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I suppose so.” Germany said suspiciously. It appeared that someone had bothered to inform this man of exactly who he was operating on.
“Your kind may be capable of a great many things, if he were mortal he wouldn’t be lying there now at all. He might have been able to walk on those feel and he might have survived whatever was done to him, but everyone has their limits. I’m telling you this as a professional, if I don’t amputate then the infection will spread and it very well may kill him.”
They stood there for a moment staring at each other while Germany fought the childish urge to strike the man rather than step aside and allow him to rob his brother of the ability to walk….but this man was right.
“Don’t you need a hospital to...do something like this?” He asked more to stall than anything.
“Normally yes.” The doctor nodded. “But this is a bit of a special case.”
Germany studied him for a moment more before he caught another glimpse of Prussia and acquiesced.
“Do what you have to.” He said at last, and moved just far enough from his brother for the surgeon to do his deed.
He didn’t watch as it happened, he made sure to look away after a syringe filled with some substance meant to keep his brother under was plunged into the prussian. Germany did wonder why it was that the man was so prepared for this very scenario. If he’d thought about it a bit harder, he might have concluded that it had something to do with whatever it was the doctor had been told prior to his visit about nations and the like. Germany didn’t think very hard about it, he tried to but it was hard to focus on anything but the sound stayed with him. He knew that sound would stay with him forever no matter how long he walked the earth.
The procedure ended at some point and the doctor cleaned and dressed the rest of the wounds on Prussia’s upper legs while Germany stood staring at the gauze around his sibling’s ankles.
In time the doctor finished at last and took his leave handing Germany a list of medications to purchase, and of foods to feed him to supplement his diet. Then he departed with the promise of returning within two days.
“Call me sooner if there’s any trouble” He said.
Once he had gone Germany set to work making his brother as comfortable as the circumstances would allow. He was careful when he lifted him this time, and with words like ‘osteoporosis’ and ‘sepsis’ bouncing around inside his brain he was much more so than he had been before. He carried Prussia to the room that had been his some forty years before and proceed to heap blanket after blanket onto the bed until he feared suffocating the other man. He mulled over the notion of dressing his brother in something more than gauze and medical tape, but considering the extent of the injuries he thought it better not to risk tearing stitches open or damaging already broken or simply brittle bone with the movement. He decided that several layers of bedding was modesty enough and left the room then with the list of prescriptions in his hand. It was only after the door clicked shut behind him that he realised he had no idea how to fix the situation he’d found himself in. It was late now, later than any drug store would be open and his housekeeper had gone to her own home at this point. Germany didn't know what he was doing. He didn’t know how to help his brother. He had no idea what to do with even himself.
Then as if it were a miracle his phone began to ring.

Hi! I tried commenting on one of your other fills. Please put spaces between your paragraphs

Thank you for changing tense. That was the thing that bothered me the most. However, I don't see any commas. Unless that's just my eyes playing silly buggers on me. Other than that, you've gotten better.

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Hetalia kink meme part 27

1989

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