Philippines+Hetalia: Gakuen Days Ch. 12

Sick Days

"Achoo!" Philippines sneezes. She and a couple of the Asians are walking in the stairwell to class.

"Bless you." Japan says after her.

"Achooo!' she sneezes again.

"Are you sure sick Philippines?" Vietnam asks with concern.

"Me? No. I don't get sick." Philippines says with a stuffy tone. "Achoooo!"

"You should get that checked out." her friends tell her.

"I'm telling you I'm not...ah-ah…!"

Just then Korea comes up the stairs in front of Philippines. "Hey guys what-"

"ACHHOOO!" A shower of spit and snot rains down on poor Korea. He wipes face with disgust.

"Ewwwww!"

(You are now imagining Hetalia's opening theme song)

"I'm sorry guys for putting you into inconvenience." Philippines sniffles. She lies weak on the couch as her friends surround her with support.

"You better be sorry." Korea complains. "You're the one that sneezed this deadly disease on me. I'll probably be dead by the end of the week."

"Calm down Korea, it's just a cold." Taiwan says.

"That's what they said about Ebola!"

Taiwan hit the korean on the head. "No they didn't!"

"Do you need anything Philippines?" Vietnam asks as she ignores the two countries fighting in the background.

"No…" she replies. "Some peace and quiet should be enough…"

"PPHHHHIIIILLLLLLLY!" the dorm room door slams open and America comes rushing in. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick!"

"You come in here by almost breaking my door while you scream louder than air horn." Philippines tells him. "You figure it out."

"You poor thing!" America completely brushes off what she just said. "Don't worry. I'll be a hero and help you get well."

"I really don't need you-"

"First I'll get rid of these nuisances!" America gathers all the Asians and pushes them out of the door.

"B-but I live here!" Taiwan argues. Sadly she still gets kicked out.

"If anyone is a nuisance it'll be you." Philippines says. "How did you even know I was sick anyways?"

"I over heard you in the stairwell." he answers.

"You were stalking me!" Philippines yells. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop! I thought the last restraining order would get through your thick head!"

"I wasn't stalking you." he tells her. "I was just there at moment. When I heard you sneezing I got concerned. Then you didn't show up for class today so I came here to check on you."

Philippines snuggles herself in her blankets. "You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did!" America smiles. "You do that for the people you love."

"Whatever…" she mumbles. She hides her red face in her blankets for her face didn't turn red because of the cold.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Philippines asks as America sweats over the stove. He thought that he would make something to eat for Philippines but it looks like it's not going so well.

"I'm trying to make chicken soup." he responds. "But I think I burnt it." America goes over and shows Philippines what happened. Inside the pot is a brunt clump of what use to be chicken soup.

"Mastering the art of British cooking, I see." she teases.

"Hey! I'm a better cook than England." America argues. "It's just the first time I had to cook chicken soup."

"We have chicken soup in a can so you can just heat that up." Philippines says.

"That was the chicken soup in the can." he whines.

"You're hopeless." Philippines pulls the sheets off of her and gets off the couch.

"Philly, you can't be up!"

"Shut up. I'm fine. I guess I'll just have to make my own chicken soup." Philippines washes the pot and prepares the soup. "You know America, I've helped you every time you got ill. I'm surprise you haven't picked up a few thing on how to care for the sick."

America recalls all the times Philippines cared for him. All he remembers is sleeping and making Philippines bend over to pick up the pillow he 'accidentally' dropped.

"I guess I've never payed attention." America laughs awkwardly. It takes a while until Philippines finally finishes the food. She sets it down in front of her and America. "You're not eating any of this since you couldn't even make chicken soup in a can."

"I wouldn't want to eat that." America cringes away from the pot. "It's got your sick germs in it. The hero can't get sick."

Philippines gets ticked and whacks America with the end of her spoon. "Shut up."

=America "Hetalia"=

America scours the library on book about colds and chicken soup. He is now combing through a books about cold medicine.

"What a surprise. It's America!" the American turns and sees England.

"Hey bushy brows." America greets back.

"Burger face." England retaliates. "Anyways, what business do you have here?"

"Philippines is sick and I was hoping to find something here that would help her get better."

"She's sick? That would explain why I haven't seen her around school lately."

"You know, I'm sort of glad that she got sick."

"You are a very twisted person."

"No, thats not I mean. Her getting sick gives me an opportunity to look after her. This lets me make up for all those years she took care of me."

"You must really like Philippines." America grins and nods in response. "Well, just because you care about her a lot doesn't mean I'll let you one-up me."

"What does that mean?" America tilts his head.

England grabs one of his books out of his hand. "You'll see."

=England "Hetalia"=

England walks down the hall and makes a left. There before him is Philippines' dorm. He knocks on the door. After waiting awhile with no one answering, England checks to see if the door is unlocked. He twist the knob and the door opens. Inside, he notices Philippines on the couch with Spain sitting beside her trying to feed her. Darkening the corner is Romano.

"Spain! Romano! what are you doing here?!" England exclaims.

"What are we doing here?" Spain replies. "We're here to tend to my mija." Spain pinches Philippines' flushed cheeks. "The poor thing is ill and it's a father's job to aid her."

"If wasn't sick I would kick you out of here so fa- cough!" Philippines goes into a coughing fit.

"Philippines are you okay?" Romano relinquishes his corner to check on the filipina.

"Oooh, look Romano does have a heart." England mocks.

"Shut up. I could care less than for that mango bitch." Romano sneers.

Philippines stops her coughing fit and sits up in the couch. "Now look here you pizza eating bas.." Before she could finish, she sneezes. "Look at me. I'm so sick I can even finish a simple insult."

"It's going to be fine, mija." Spain pats her head. "Papa Spain will get you more tomato soup."

Philippines groans. "If I eat another bowl of tomato soup, I've have it leaking out of my ears."

Suddenly, the door burst opens with so much force that it makes the whole room shudder. "Why are all these people doing here, Philly?" America yells.

"The real question how that door is still on it hedges." England comments.

"I'm sorry." she says sarcastically. "Being bed ridden kind of limits my ability to kick people out of my home. If I could then none of you would be here now."

"Philippines! Vee~" another voice appears in the dorm.

"What is it now." Philippines grumbles. Standing at the doorway is Italy, Germany, and Japan. "Why are you guys doing here." Then she notices what they are wearing. "And what's ups with those mask, too!"

"You're sick, we don't want to catch it." Germany answers. "Beside, it was Japan's idea."

"Just being careful." Japan says. "After America kicked the others and me out, I want to come back and see how you're doing. These guys wanted to see you too."

Philippines sighs. "Great, now I'm a sideshow freak attraction."

"Well you guys got to see her now it's time for you to get out of here." America tries to pushes the trio out.

"No way! I want to look after Philippines!" Italy wiggles out of America's grip.

"But you guys have to leave!" he whines.

"I am not leaving Philippines. " Spain stands up to America. "I will not leave my mija."

"Romano?"

"I'm with tomato bastard." Romano tells America. "Besides, why should we leave. Why can't you leave."

"Yeah!" all the countries agree.

"I can't leave because I'm-I'm" America takes a moment to think of his answer. "I'm the hero!"

The countries bonk America on the head. "What kind of answer is that!"

As the countries bicker amongst themselves, England notices Philippines creeping away to a separate room.

"Where are you going?" he calls after her.

Philippines turn to England. "I'm just going to drown myself in cough syrup. Don't mind me."

England looks at the others fighting. He has two choices: go after the sickly person or argue with the others. He makes his choice and follows Philippines in the room.

"Philippines…" he whispers as he pokes his head in her room.

"Which idiotic country is it now?" Philippines asks. She is lying in the bed with a thermometer in her mouth and a wet towel on her head.

England slowly enters and reviles himself. "That would be me."

"Oh, bushy brows." she sighs with relief. "At least it's you. You can stay."

What's up you people and calling me bushy brows. England says to himself when Philippines referred to him by his new infamous nickname. "How are you feeling?" he asks as he looks at her temp.

"I feel like stuffing my nose full of tissues and praying for death." Philippines replies.

"At least your sense of humor is still intact."

"I wasn't joking…"

England takes off Philippines towel and goes off to replace it. "Your temp. is 101 degrees. You should really get some rest."

"I would if my dorm wasn't filled with a bunch of bumbling morons." she sighs.

"What if I got rid of them." England suggest. "Then will you rest up?"

"I'll be so rested that you would think I'm dead." she says. "But with this cold, I'm just a few steps away from death."

"Okay, it's a deal." England smiles and leaves the room. When he shuts the door quietly shuts the door, America calls after him.

"Yo England! Where were you?" he asks.

"Using the bathroom." he answers.

"Well, while you were in that bathroom taking a dump, me and the others decide what to do with Philippines." America says. "We're going to leave her!"
"What kind of decision is that!" England hits America on the back of the head. "You're leaving her to fend for herself!"

"None of us wanted the other to have the advantage to look after her." he whines. "So we'll just go home. Philippines is very resilient, you know."

England runs his hand through his hair in frustration. "Fine, all of you leave. I'll stay."

"But…!" the countries argue. England ignores their complaining and rounds them all up.

"It's not fair that England gets to be with her!" Italy cries.

"Shut and leave!" with one swift move, England slams the door thus leaving the other outside.

Behind England is Philippine applauding him. "Thanks. Now I can die in peace."

"No one is dying today." he says as he leads her to bed. "I'm going to make sure you get better."

"You are a really good friend." Philippines turns to where there are only a few inches of distances between them. "First my semester exam and the concert now this. If I didn't know better, you're a man after my own heart."

"Of course not." he chuckled as he blushes.

"Oh England, you're flushed!" Philippines feels his head thus making England blush

even redder. "Are you sick too?!"

"Go to bed." he commands as he tries to hide his reddened face.

Two days later...

"After two days of suffering, I am back." Philippines cheers. It's lunch and she is surrounded by her Asian friends once again. "I really do owe that England!"

"I'm sorry again for our behavior back then." Japan apologizes.

"It's okay." Philippines forgives him. "You guys just wanted me to get better. I thinks it's sweet."

"Hey, where's Korea?" Vietnam points out. The Asian looks around wondering where the little pervert went.

Somewhere out in the world lies Korea sick in his bed. "Curse that Phi- ah..ah. ACHOO!"

(You are now imagining Hetalia ending theme song)

=Remember at the beginning of this fanfic when I said I will try to get Philippines a boyfriend? I've notice I haven't put enough romance in this story for that to happen and it's already way into the story for that to happen...but I will still try to get Philippines hitched! The real problem is that I don't know who to hook her up with. So please readers help me reach that decision. If not I'll just use my fav. pairing ;D =