When Heracles walked into the leisure room of the HQ, he noticed a curled up and whimpering figure on the couch. When he took a closer look, he discovered it was Feliciano. If Feliciano wasn't in such an awkward position, Heracles would cup his head into his hands and give him a greeted kiss on each cheek, but the normally-cheerful Italian was in an oddly immobile mode today. It wasn't even siesta time.

"Feliciano?" he questioned. As if he broke the other's inactive curse, the figure turned a bit over at the Greek with a less than pleasant expression. "Boy, are you all right?"

Feliciano's distressed look turned a bit comical; his face scrunched up as if he smelt something rancid. Tears formed in his eyes. "My stomach hurrrrrts..." came a familiar whine.

Ah, that's it.

Heracles sighed. Of course someone like Feliciano would easily get a stomachache. "Did you eat Gelato again?" he said as if he was questioning a puppy if he accidentally peed on the carpet again.

"Mmhmmm..."

Heracles sighed again and rolled his eyes, but he didn't abandon the childlike man. He walked over to the couch and sat down near Feliciano's legs. "Sit up."

The Italian struggled and moaned, but he did as he was told. All of a sudden, Heracles's mood turned into affection. He put an arm around Feliciano, and with the other he lifted up the Italian's shirt and rubbed his abdominal area. A snort came out of Feliciano and he couldn't help but laugh at the odd pressure on him.

This encouraged Heracles. He smiled as if he swallowed a canary and soon pressed his mouth and tongue on the other man's stomach.

"PBBSPHT!"

"HEEHEEEHEE-!" went Feliciano as Heracles continued to give him raspberries. His uncontrolled laughing sounded high-pitched as he thrashed around.

"PBSBPHT!" Feliciano tasted like pizza.

Lovino-thinking there was an explosive fart weapon being set off-barged into the room and soon dropped the medicine he had fetched for his cumbersome brother at the sight of the Greek man blowing raspberries on the Italian. He gritted his teeth and was flushed. He had never felt so wrong in his life because of the scene in front of him, and the funny thing was that neither of them noticed Lovino. The next words he mumbled were never noticed as well, but it was spoken like a true philosopher.

"Sick... sick..."