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England, America, are you excited for your new arrival? Thought of any names yet??

We’re undecided…

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Chapter One: Illness?

  The small, red-haired nation rested his chin on his hands and stared intently at the almost-empty plate in the centre of the table. Sure, he should have been listening to what his fellow nation – and lover – Germany was saying about the economy but there was only one cookie left and it was calling his name. Italy reached tentatively for the cookie, like it was an unexploded bomb, and was mere inches from it when a speedy hand grabbed it and shoved it into his all-American mouth.

  “Vee~” Italy sighed and leaned back in his chair. Wasn’t the meeting over yet? He was bored out of his mind and his curl was growing limper by the minute.

  Finally Germany sat down, back in his seat beside Italy, who smiled widely at him, partly because he loved him but mostly because the tall blonde had finally shut up.

  “Is it almost over?” Italy whispered.

  “Ten minutes, tops,” Germany replied quietly, “Unless America decided to say something.”

  Unfortunately for the Italian, America stood up and began to preach about heroism and fast food. Italy watched as crumbs from the cookie he’d eaten dropped from the US’s lips and rolled down his jacket onto the table in front of him. A wave of nausea suddenly hit Italy like a brick; he paled and his face began to shine with perspiration. Germany noticed the change in his lover and placed a large but gentle hand on his shoulder,

  “Italy? Are you feeling okay?” he mumbled in his thick German accent.

  “Doitsu, I-“ before he could finish, Italy slapped a hand to his mouth and darted from the meeting room, knocking his chair over in the process. A shocked silence filled the room, mainly due to the fact that the Italian had moved faster than anyone had ever seen him move.

  “Ahem,” America cleared his throat loudly, “Rude!” He snapped his mouth shut quickly however, when he saw the disapproving look on England’s face.

  “Err, I should…” Germany stood up and quickly followed the path Italy had taken. America raised his eyebrows and waved his arms out dramatically,

  “Charming! Anyone else feel like ditching me as I speak? Ow!” he shot the bushy-browed Englishman a hurt look as he rubbed his sore shin, “Dude!”

~ o o O o o ~

  Germany pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom with a little too much force, slamming it against the wall with a loud thud! He didn’t have time for manners, though, and ignored the disgruntled man that shuffled out of the room as he entered. There was only one stall locked and so the tall blonde knocked on it lightly,

  “Italy? Are you in there?”

  Only a small moan replied. Behind the door, Italy sat on the floor with his head leaning over the toilet; his hair was plastered to his head and he was breathing deeply, trying to stop another bout of sickness. He finally inhaled and spoke weakly through the door,

  “Doitsu, I don’t feel too well.”

  Germany chuckled, “I know, mein liebe, let me in.”

  The cubicle door slowly creaked open, revealing the pale Italian inside. Germany quickly scooped him up in his arms and proceeded to take him to their car so that he could take him home. Italy didn’t protest, he simply buried his head into the German’s shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around his strong neck.

  ~ o o O o o ~

  Once home, Germany carried his love into the house and up to their bedroom where he placed him gently in bed. The redhead looked up at him with big brown eyes and a single tear dropped onto his cheek,

  “Am I going to die, Doitsu?”

  Germany frowned and knelt down so that he was at eye level with Italy, “Of course not. You must have just eaten something bad, that’s all. Everything will be okay in the morning, you’ll see.” He stroked Italy’s damp forehead and waited for his eyes to drift shut before he left the room.

  “Just something he ate,” the German mumbled to himself as he made his way downstairs, “But all he eats is pasta…”

    Thanks so much for reading! This is my first Hetalia fic so let me know if you like it! More chapters coming very soon!

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"Mmmm, pasta~"

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So yeah, everything is USUK and NOTHING HURTSSS

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