Italy glares at the door. "She isn't bad, Germany, she is just scared." He growls.
"You know Jews don't like me yet you bring one in my house, vhat vere you thinking?"
"Watch it, that is my sister," Italy growls. Germany is taken back by his hostility. The phone rings in the middle of the stare off. Japan answers.
"Herro...Yes...Oh dear...Okay good bye." Japan hangs up and walks over to the two boys. "Itary, sit down." Italy stares at Japan for a moment and then sits down. "Siciry was in a car crash. She is in the hospitar, they say she is very badry and they need you to come in." Italy gasps and tears fall from his eyes.
"She ran and is going to die because of me," he sobs and puts his head in his hands.
"Vhy? She vas fine and..." Germany gasps. "She vas upset. I'm so sorry, Italy."
"We wirr go now." The three pile into a car and drive to the hospital.

I crack open my eyes and see blinding white light. I try to move my hand to block my face but I can't move anything. I begin to panic, my breathing picks up.
"Sicily, calm down." A nurse says. I open my mouth to talk but it comes out as an inhumane screech. "Someone get her brother and the doctor!" I scream again pull against whatever is restraining me. I couldn't even move my head.
"Sis," I hear Italy say. He comes into my line of vision. "Shh, calm down. I'm here, it is okay." I feel my breathing slow down. I feel a tear fall down my cheek. I feel the bed move and I am sat up. I see Germany and Japan. I open my mouth to speak but remember I can't. "You want to say something?" Italy asks. I mouth some words and it comes out weak and high pitched.
"Y...ye...Yes." I look up at Germany. "Ah...ah...eye...I...a...am...s...sah....sorry," I finally croak out. His eyes widen for a moment.
"I vas stupid, I am sorry," he says while looking at th floor.
"M...mmuh...mui...My...ff...fuh...fuh...fah...fault," I stutter.
Just then, a doctor walks in. He is tall with messy hair a bowtie, and a fez?
"Hallo, how are you?" He says in a distinct British accent.
"Gah...gg...goo...good," I respond.
"Ah, I see you are exercising those vocals, perfect." He turns to the boys. "I need you to make sure she practices talking everyday. She was very badly damaged. She cannot pronounce words very well yet as you can see, so she needs to learn how to talk. Very well, I will be off then. I'm the Doctor, by the way." He bounces off. That was weird.
A short man with big framed glasses walks in wearing a white coat.
"Hello, I am your doctor." What?