So. There is most definitely a reason for my long hiatus. Ayup.
School.. drama.. lack of confidence.. (That last one, mostly.. crap writing is crap.. |3)
And I figured. Most of this story's already written out, isn't it? I shouldn't leave you all waiting..
Plus, it's a cheer-up charm for Hani. (Fusoso-frickin-soso, liebe~!)
It'll be along my older style of writing, but I'll also try to edit it to my newer one. No promises. And thank you, to my lovely readers, for sticking around for so long.
(ALSO I'VE FALLEN FOR TIGER AND BUNNY. EXPECT T&B FICS?)

Bruder and his cute Italian were already awake by the time I rolled out of bed, literally; those covers were a bitch. "Guten morgen.."

"It's past noon, Gil.." Luddy sighed.

"Fine. Then guten tag." I yawned, sitting at the table. "Feli, got any food? I'm starved.."

My bruder glared at me. Apparently, I was barred against saying anything that sounded like a vague reference to my time with Russia. Touchy..

Feli ignored him, acting adorably. As always~! "I made pasta for lunch, ve! Ludwig kept cleaning up while I was making it, but I forgive him!" She pecked the German on the cheek after placing a large bowl of Gnocchi di patata slathered in pesto in front of everyone.

We ate silently.

Fuck, I hate silences..

"Feli, this stuff's awesome! It combines the awesomeness of potatoes and your pasta!"

"Uwaa! Thank you, Gil! I try!"

Another silence threatened to come up; like fuck I'd let that happen. "Anything new happening to you?"

The Italian began rambling about everything; from her nation, to her sister, to her sister telling me she said hi, to Spain, to national holidays happening soon, to pasta.

Luddy was trying not to show his displeasure, I could tell.

"Feli! The awesome me's gonna need your help after this. Think you're up for it?"

"I can help? I'll try my best, ve!" Feli started bouncing around. "What is it?"

West picked up our plates, heading for the kitchen to reunite with his true love, that frilly apron. "Don't make any more messes."

Feli sat on my back, crosslegged, eating pasta.

I was attempting my one hundred and thirty-fifth pushups. In a row.

"Dammit..."

My arms gave way, and I slumped to the ground. "Not awesome..."

"Should I move, ve? " Feli asked, tearing up. "I didn't think I was that heavy.." She got off, helping me up, and almost falling herself.

"You aren't. I've just lost my strength.." I panted, surprised at how much this had truly worn me out. "I used to be able to do a thousand pushups awesomely without breaking a major sweat, followed by running ten or twenty miles, and then I would have to find a living punching bag.." Of course, talking wouldn't help my case, but my awesome records would need to be shared.

Italy patted my head, smiling. "Don't give up! Keep practicing, and you'll be able to do anything! Right?"

Germany, who'd finished cleaning, looked in from the doorway. He was worried. I'd always been super strong; WW2, WW1, my Empire, the Teutons.. My bruder still looked concerned when he said, "Since you're both in here, I'm going to do paperwork." I could translate that: Westen didn't want me to make a mess, like fucking always.

"Bruder, com'ere."

He scratched his neck, approaching warily. "Gil, I really do have to get to work-"

I swooped the meaty man up from under his knees, carrying him bridal style. Automatically wrapping his arms around my neck, I thanked my bruder's instincts for steadying us. "Fuck.. I used to be able to carry you without any problems.." My arms trembled slightly, showing my loss of strength; had it really come to this..?

"Schwester?"

I placed him down, straightening his mussed up collar. "I should start lifting weights, too! If I'm going to return to my full awesomeness, I'll do it right!"

I slapped his shoulder, hissing a laugh; Ludwig escaped for the doorway before I could do anything else to him. "Feli, help schwester as much as you can." He commended, footsteps dying away.

"Yessir!" The Italian saluted, turning to me. "Let's start off with running! I like running! Running is.." She rambled on, and I only half listened.

My throat had been itching all day; all day being pretty short so far, but whatever. But now, it was a harsh scratching, which, within seconds of my recognizing what was about to happen, I burst out into a fit of coughs. Wracking my body, this cough brought me to my knees. Unsure of how long it actually went on, I only felt myself stopping when I infused all of my awesome will into the act; that, even, taking seemingly forever.

Peering through my blurred vision, I found Italy bent at my side, borderline crying. "Gil? A..are you ok? Should I get Ludwig?"

"No.. you can't tell bruder.." I hugged her, unsure of who I was trying to comfort. (Being around the Northern Italian when she cried? It could make anyone mushy, even bruder.) "I need you to promise me that.." I sounded weak, not up to my awesome par.

"If-if you insist, ve.." She agreed, reluctant, but scared; handing me a water bottle, the brunet questioned, "But you'll be ok, right? You'll get better, right?"

I didn't meet her eyes. "Sure.."

Feli ran to the door. "Let's run, okay? I'll make a picnic for us, so you keep working out if you want!"

I agreed, trying to give her something.. anything..

I wrote this story so long ago, there are so many unrealistic points, plot holes.. I'll try to rewrite and fill them in, but.. :'3
Reviews would be sweet~