Germany's cold- A Hetalia, "Sick Day," fan fiction

Lots of sneezes

Germany's P.O.V

It was 6 AM on an early December morning. Everything was a blur. The black inside rim of my eyelids was all I could see. When I tried to open them anymore than slightly, they slid back over my eyes again. I sighed. That was when I realized how soar my throat was. It burned with each and every breath I took. I clenched my teeth to keep from whimpering. I couldn't seem weak with Italy near by. That would be a terrible example for him. I tried to breath through my nose, but all that came out was a gurgling sniffle. My nose was clogged. I ran my finger under it. Not only was it clogged, but it was running. All the mucus was rushing down and falling off of my chin. I reached for the box of tissues next to the bed, trying not to wake Italy, who was a peaceful sleeping lump beside me. I rubbed beneath my nose gently, and blew it silently, though it still hurt my head. The tissue was covered with yellow, slimy mucus.

Great, I was sick.

The tissue didn't help much, because soon after I'd blown my nose, a strong tickle hit my nose. I tried hard to hold back the sneeze, but it was too forceful. It was so fast and forceful that I couldn't bring my hand to my nose fast enough, and my eyes snapped shut and a harsh, uncovered sneeze launched me forward.

"Ha-HA-HAT`ISHOO!" My nose was itching and burning, as were my eyes. "HAT`ISHOO!" The hitching breath and sneeze were so loud, that it woke Italy from his sleep. My nose was still tickling like crazy.

"G-g-good morn-

"HAT`ISHOO" My sneeze cut him off. I sniffled and cleared my nose.

"Ve-God bless you, Germany." He told me, I nodded. "Germany, are you sure you're feeling all right? You don't look so good." He asked me, worry filling his eyes. I sighed. It was true. I probably did look like shit.

"I'b fide," I told him.

"Ve-You sound very congested," and I felt like it, too. "Germany, I think you should stay in bed for the day. You look and really sick." I sighed. I wasn't going to waste an entire day for this.

"Italy, I'b fide, I deed to do by work. I cad't sped a whole day lyidg id bed for a stupid sdi-sdi-'HAH`ISHOO'-sdiffle." This made Italy frown.

"Germany, grandpa Rome said he was fit to fight, and went off to war. Grandpa Rome was soon killed in war," Then, the tears started to fill his eyes, "I don't want to lose you like I lost my Grandpa Rome. You're obviously sick and not fit to work today. Over-working yourself will just make you worse." He was right, and I knew it. A man should treat his body with respect, and rest it when needed. And that was what I had to do. I nodded, and rested my head on my pillow. Italy smiled.

"I can take care of you and nurse you back to health-ve," he told me. I sighed again. What did Italy know about nursing the sick to health? I wanted to confront him, but I didn't want to hurt him in any way.

Just let him have his fun and play doctor.

"Okay, sure." I sniffled pathetically, even that bothered my nose.

"HAH-I-CHOOO!" That was the loudest and most painful sneeze of all.

"All right," Italy told me, and he walked into the bathroom. I sighed. I would probably end up with a worse cold, and he'd obviously catch it form me. This was so frustrating, and I needed to do my work, God damn it! I felt another tickle in my nose, and let out a loud, "HAT`ISH," into the palm of my achy hand. I soon heard the toilet flush, and I heard the sink rushing water out, and then splashes of water and zipping noises. When Italy came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and washed and ready to start his day.

"If you want, I can keep you company." I wanted him to be there, but he might get sick. But, then again, I felt like absolute shit, what could I do on my own, anyway? I nodded.

"That would be nice," I told him in reply.

"Okay, I'll stay," he told me. "You should get some rest." I nodded, and pulled up the covers. Italy took them from me and pulled them the rest of the way, tucking me in, and with that, I tried not to think about the pain, and with that, I fell asleep. . .

When I awoke, I was on my side, and I still felt the same, just slightly less tired, and a new addition, my stomach was sort of achy. I saw Italy at his desk, slowly going through his paperwork and files. He was almost done. I sighed and breathed through my nose, which, was once again annoyingly tickled, to a point where I, once again, couldn't hold back the urge to sneeze. I turned onto my stomach, as my eyes snapped shut again. I tried my best to stifle the sneeze into the pillow. Only a quiet mumble of a sneeze came out.

"Hah`sh-choo." It was quieter than the other sneezes, but much wetter. If I hadn't stifled, I would have sprayed my mucus all over the room. Italy obviously heard me sneeze, because he looked back at me, only to see me sitting up in bed, rubbing my temple.

"Ve-How'd you sleep, Germany?" I slightly shrugged; I really didn't feel like anything but tired.

"I got you some things from the pharmacy." He told me. He tossed me a box of Ibuprofen, a bottle of Nyquil, and a thermometer, and rushed to my side, and I stifled a quiet sneeze onto the back of my hand.

"Hutchoo."

"God bless you."

"Thadks so buch for caridg for be, Italy. Where did you leard all of this frob?" I asked him. He laughed.

"When I was little, Hungary used to use all of this whenever I was sick. Of course, she didn't have Nyquil and Ibuprofen, but she gave me ingredients and herbs used in these medicines, to help me." He told me. I nodded, sneezing again.

"HAT`ISHOO!"

He opened the box with the thermometer, and pulled it out.

Open up," he told me. I opened my mouth wide. The thermometer did take a long time, and I often gagged on it, in which Italy would wipe the saliva from around my mouth every time. The thermometer gave a high pitched beeping noise, and Italy gently pulled it out.

"103.3" He told me. "You have a terrible fever." He put his hand on my forehead, and quickly pulled it away. "You're burning up!" I could feel it, too. I was sweating, but I was also shivering, and I had the worst chills. I reached out my achy arm out to the thermometer, and Italy gave it to me. He was right. I was 103.3 degrees. I sniffled my nose, and let out a loud, "Ha-ha-HAT`ISHOO! Ha-HAT`ISHOO!" Ugh, it was so very painful. I glanced up at the clock, it was 4:30 PM. Ugh, I felt like I was going to die. Italy reached his arm over me and onto the table, and got a tissue for me, which I took and blew my nose loudly, and as hard as I could, letting out a loud,

"K-K-K-R-R-R-R-S-S-S-H-H-H," and followed by a quiet, "Hat'ish," sneeze. It was only a matter of seconds before I broke into a hacking and coughing fit. Italy handed me a glass of water from next to the bed, and I swallowed as much as I could without spitting it out, and I slowly stopped coughing, and Italy sighed.

"Germany, you're going to have to eat something," Italy told me. I nodded. "Chicken soup?" He asked. I nodded, and he nodded back, and he was out the bedroom door fast, and I was sneezing a quiet, "Hat'ish," into my pillow and falling asleep once again.

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