GermanyxItalyxReader Sick

"Hey Italy!  Huh?…What's wrong?"  (Name) asked as a flustered Italy opened the door.

"Germany!  He passed out and I don't know why!  Please help me!"  He said quickly as he ran up the stairs, leaving (Name) to process what he just said.  When she finally realized what he said she ran to follow him up the stairs.

Italy was kneeling next to Germany, who was out cold on the floor, patting his head trying to get him to wake up, "Germany!  Wake up! (Name)'s here!  She's going to help us!"

"Don't hit his head Italy!"  (Name) warned, she sighed and knelt down too.  She felt Germany's forehead and saw his cheeks were flushed a deep red and his skin clammy, "He has a fever, I think he's just sick…"

"Sick?!  Germany never gets sick!  He must be dying!"  Italy started to sob.
  
(Name) lightly smacked his cheek, "Italy!  He's not dying, he's just got a cold!  Let's just get him on the bed."  He looked awfully uncomfortable lying on the floor.

"A cold is dying for Germany…"  Italy mumbled as he struggled to help (Name) lift Germany onto the bed.  He was much heavier than they expected, all that muscle and all. Between the two of them they were able to halfway lift him off the floor and dragged him to the bed and laid him down with a plop.

"There, that must be more comfortable now... sort of."  She said while looking down at Germany who was, instead of crumpled on the floor, now crumpled on the bed.  She smiled over at Italy, who apprehensively looked back at her.

"Is he going to be alright, (Name)?"  He asked uncertainly.

"He'll be fine Italy don't worry."  She smiled again to reassure him.  Germany started to cough which made Italy start to freak out.

"He's dying!  I told you, Germany's going to die!" Italy yelled as he ran back and forth from one side of the room to the other.

(Name) sighed and grabbed Italy's arm and pulled him so they were facing each other, "Calm down, he's not dying!"  She looked at him sternly, "Just calm down… do you want to help him?"

Italy took a couple deep breaths, "Of course I want to help him."

"Alright, the first thing you need to do is stop running around screaming."  She said as she looked up into his eyes.  Italy nodded and took a couple more deep breaths, "Ok, now I need you to get a bowl of cold water and a wash-cloth."

"Got it!"  Italy quickly left to go get the bowl and cloth.  (Name) sat next to Germany on the bed and patted his hand.

"You would've been helpless if I didn't come over today."  She giggled realizing how bad it would've been if he was left alone with Italy.

"Here you go!"  Italy came in with a small bowl and a cloth draped on his shoulder.

"Good job, thank you."  (Name) said and took the bowl and cloth and set it on the night stand.  She dipped the cloth in the water so that it was just damp and laid it across Germany's forehead.  Italy sat on the other side of the bed nervously watching as (Name) messed with the cloth.  She saw Italy fidgeting out of the corner of her eye and sighed, "Italy, he's going to be fine, just stop fidgeting."

"I need something to do, to keep my mind somewhere else."  He said staring at Germany with wide eyes.

(Name) thought about it for a minute, "I got it.  Do you know how to make soup Italy?"

Italy looked at her puzzled, "Soup?  I can cook anything!  What kind of soup (Name)?"

"Chicken noodle soup.  Can you make that for Germany?  It'll help him get better."

"Of course!  I'll make a big pot for all of us!"  Italy smiled big and left for the kitchen.

(Name) giggled, 'He's just too sweet.'  She thought to herself.  

Germany started to cough again and opened his eyes, "(N-Name)?"  (Name) nodded and smiled, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I did tell you I was coming over today.  So I came, but when I got here Italy was in a frenzy and you were collapsed on the ground so… yeah.  How ya feeling?"

Silence.

"You've been training too hard again haven't you?"

Germany nodded.

"And not eating right?"

He reluctantly nodded again.

"Germany you've got to stop doing this!  Lucky for you this is the first time Italy's been around to see it!  You should've seen him: running around, freaking out, saying that you were dying—"

"Where is he?"

"Downstairs in the kitchen cooking some soup."

Germany smiled, "Sounds good."

"I can't believe you were able to starve yourself sick with such a great cook living with you…"  (Name) mumbled.

Germany gave her a side glance and fell back asleep after a while of silence.  (Name) watched him as he fell asleep, 'He's seriously got to stop doing this!  One of these days he really will kill himself…'  A loud crash followed by some clattering suddenly came from downstairs, 'Oh Italy, what am I going to do with you?'  She went downstairs to see what happened.  She found Italy on the floor surrounded by some pots and pans with tears in his eyes.

"Italy what happened?!"

"I was trying to get the big pot from the shelf but it was too high and everything fell down.  I hope I didn't wake up Germany!  I'm sorry!  I'll clean it up right away, don't wor—"

"Italy, Germany will be alright, ok?  Now let's get this cleaned up and make that soup."  (Name) said sympathetically, squeezing his shoulder.

Italy looked up at her with big eyes, "He never gets sick… why is he sick all of a sudden?  It's just weird…"

"I don't know why he's sick," she lied thinking it better for him not to know that Germany had been working too hard and not eating correctly, "It is a little strange but it happens to everyone at least once."  She helped him up and started putting away the excess pots.

Italy and (Name) worked together in the kitchen and cooked the soup then went to check on Germany and give him a bowl after they ate themselves.  Italy carried the bowl on a tray into the room and found Germany awake and silently reading his book.

"Germany!  You're ok!"  Italy said excitedly almost dropping the tray, he luckily caught it just in time, "(Name) and I made soup for you, it's really tasty!"  He brought Germany the tray and had him take a bite.

"It is good, thank you."  He gave them a weak smile (he was still sick even though he was good at hiding it) then coughed again.  (Name) gave Italy a look as he was about to freak out again and he stopped.  They sat together and talked as Germany ate little by little.  Italy yawned followed by Germany.

"Well, I'm going to go clean up the kitchen, you two can go to bed if you want," she said as she noticed them yawning.

"Oh, you don't have to, I'll go clean up," Italy said kindly with half-open, sleepy eyes.

(Name) giggled, "It's ok, you both look tired.  I'll be back to see if you need anything before I go, alright?"

After she finished cleaning the kitchen (Name) went back upstairs to check on them, but they were already fast asleep.  'That is so cute!'  She thought to herself as she saw Italy nestled under Germany's arm, both of them sleeping soundly under the blanket.  She left quietly turning off the lights and shutting the door behind her.