(A/N): My first Hetalia Fic. If anything is wrong, please tell me and I will fix it.

Disclaimer - I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters, they all belong to Hidekaz Himaruya

Pasta is My Cure!

Chapter One

"It's over 40 cersius..." Japan said, looking at the thermometer he was holding, and then down at the high-fevered pasta loving Italian.

"Well, that's not bad is it?" America asked, looking at the other countries. "I mean, it's only 40 degrees... Oh wait, that's cold... So Italy has a cold? What is a cold anyways?" England scoffed, and facepalmed by the American's stupidness.

"That's over 100 Fahrenheit, you git." England snapped, "That is bad. That means that Italy has a fever." America blinked, and started to scratch his head.

"Huh, so it's not a cold..." America said, which then made England strain himself from hitting the dirty-blond country.

"Ve, I don't feel so well..." Italy muttered, placing a hand on his head, "It's so warm..." Japan looked down at his friend worriedly.

"Maybe we should go get some healing herbs from my country, aru." China suggested.

"Non, what about moi? I'll take care of him~!" France said, going over to the Italian but a certain German knocked him over. France looked up to see Germany.

"No vay!" Germany said, glaring down at the Frenchman, "Italy is my friend so I'll take care of him!"

"Makes sense, da." Russia said, "Besides, China can't do it." The Russian placed a hand over China's shoulder.

"Why is that, aru?" China asked, looking at Russia, raising an eyebrow and looking at the crazy-mind Russian.

"Because you'll be one with Mother Russia, da." Russia said, looking China with a creepy smile, and a dark blue aura around him. China then got a bit creeped out out.

The Chinese man tried to back away, but the Russian follows him. "Aiya..." China whimpered, slightly horrified of the tall man.

"Now all of you, get out." Germany said, looking at the Allies and at Japan, "I'll be taking care of Italy."

"Quoi? But I want to be with Italy!" France exclaimed, going to the Italian. "Italy, say something!"

"Ve, big brother France... I really need my rest..." Italy murmured, "I'll see you when I get better, okay?" France sniffed, and grabbed his hand.

"If Germany does anything to you, call me!" France said, concerning over the nation.

"I think it's the other way around, frog." England said, having his arms crossed, and smirking when the Frenchman shot a glare at him.

"Your not in this conversation, black sheep of Europe!" France exclaimed at him, shaking the Englishman around the neck. Germany sighed as the two then began to fight and argue with each other.

After a few minutes, everyone left, leaving only Germany and Italy alone. Italy had his eyes closed, and he was really warm and was breathing unsteadily. The German was sitting next to him, in a chair.

Germany looked at Italy, and held his hand. "Italy, are you okay?" He asked, looking at the Italian. Italy opened his eyes slowly, and smiled softly.

"Ve... Germany... I want some pasta..."

"Nein Italy, I don't zhink that vill help..."

"But I'm hungry..."

"Something ozher zhan pasta."

Italy sighed, and turned his head. Germany blinked, and waited for Italy to respond. Veneziano coughed, and closed his eyes again. And with that Italy took a nap.

Germany sighed, and got up from the chair, left the room, also leaving the Italian sleeping.

Later

"So how's Itary's fever?" Japan asked, taking a sip of his green tea. "Is he feering arr right?" Germany looked over at the Japanese man, and shook his head. They were at the dining room, in Italy's house, both sitting down in chairs.

"Nein, his fever just keeps on getting higher and higher." Germany responded, sighing and placing his elbow to the table, "I feel a bit vorried for him now."

Japan nodded, "If this doesn't get any better, we must take him to the hospitar." Japan sipped the green tea, and looked over at Germany again. "You know that, right?"

Germany nodded, and looked over at Italy's room that was behind him. Japan looked over to the room too, and waited for the cheerful Italian to jump off the bed and call their names. But nothing happened.

"It's veird vizhout Italy doing something." Germany said, shaking his head. Japan nodded, and took another long sip of his tea.

"Werr, I must be going." Japan said, getting up from the chair that he was sitting. "Prease take care of Itary untir he's better." Germany nodded, and with that, the Japanese man left Germany by himself.

Germany got up from the chair, and went over to the sick Italian's door. He opened it, and looked over to Italy, that was in bed.

Italy was sweating, but was breathing more steadily than before. His face was really warm, and was wrapped with blankets. Germany looked at Italy, and went to his side.

"Italy, vake up." Germany said, shaking Italy softly, "Time to get up." Italy woke up, and opened his eyes slowly. He looked at the German, and smiled softly.

"Ve, morning Germany." Italy said, sitting up slowly. He wiped his forehead, and kept on smiling. "What time is it?"

"It's not morning, Italy." Germany stated, "It's zhe afternoon." Italy blinked, and this time, had his eyes closed.

"Oh..." He said, but then his stomach started to growl. Italy looked down, and touched his stomach. "Ve, I'm hungry. What's there to eat, Germany?" Italy asked cheerfully.

Germany blinked, and turned his head. "Um... Zhere's wurst, beer, and-"

"I want pasta." Italy said happily, smiling. "I really want some pasta, Germany!" The German shook his head.

"Italy, ve've been over zhis, no pasta." Germany said, "Besides, I don't zhink zhere is left in zhis house." Italy's face slumped, and his stomach started to growl more. Germany took a deep breath, and got up.

"Ve? Where are you going, Germany?" Italy asked, looking at him, who was walking to the door. "You're not going to leave me, right?" Germany opened the door, and turned his head to meet his eyes with the Italian's closed ones.

"I'm going to buy some pasta." Germany said softly, a faint blush showing in his cheeks, "I'll be back shortly." With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Italy by himself.

Italy sniffed, and slumped back down to his bed. Italy held the sheets tight, and breathed heavily. "Thank you, Germany..." Italy said, smiling and started to drift to sleep slowly.

Thank you for reading. More will come. Reviews are welcome in this fic. I will update every Wednesday until I finish this story.