A/N: I'm temptorarily postponing the next chapter of Journey to the Soul for now. It is still going on, I just haven't gotten around to it yet...Maybe after Thanksgiving...
Italy sighed and lay down in bed next to Germany feeling sick. Recently he had started to throw up and, for some reason, hadn't been in the mood for pasta as he usually had been. Germany personally had come to the conclusion that Italy was dying as soon as he heard that the Italian didn't really want pasta.
The blond turned over and wrapped his arms around Italy, sighing as he did so. He didn't like how things were looking, and he really didn't like seeing his Feliciano being miserable like this, but what could he do?
Germany was still trying to talk the Italian into seeing a doctor, but Italy just didn't want to go, which frustrated the German only a little.
"Feliciano," Germany looked at Italy with all seriousness in his expression, but not enough to scare Italy, "Tomorrow we are going to the doctor. I don't care if you don't like it, you need to go so we'll know that you're not dying."
Italy nodded weakly and snuggled up to Germany, sighing happily as the German smiled at him and soon fell asleep in the blonde man's arms.
The next day, Feliciano was taken to a doctor that had been specially trained to deal with country personifications. The specialized doctor in Germany was away due to family issues, causing the couple to go elsewhere, to Spain...With an angry Romano all over Germany's back.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FRATELLO?" Romano yelled at the poor unsuspecting German man who was just trying to help the younger Italian.
"I did nothing," Germany said calmly to Romano, "And if it were anything important, I'm sure it doesn't concern you, no offense, Romano."
"YOU BASTARD!" Romano went to headbutt Germany but was held back by a tight hug by Antonio, who was concerned about Feliciano but was sure that Romano didn't need to hit anyone with his head at the moment (Romano hit his head hard on a wall when Spain accidentally moved while Romano was running towards him).
"Relax, Lovi, I'm sure Feliciano will be fine," Antonio took hits and punches from Romano until he finally gave up and stopped struggling, "Let's worry about making sure he's comfortable either way and try not to make him upset by hurting Ludwig anyway."
"Where is Feliciano, anyway?" Germany asked, looking at the Spaniard.
"When are you leaving?" Romano asked rudely, still in Spain's arms, "Or the appointment, for that matter?"
"Be nice, Lovino," Spain, for the first time ever, commanded the Italian in his lap and pointed down the hall towards the guest room, "He said his stomach was bothering, so he went to lay down."
"I see..." Germany frowned, "His stomach has been bothering him a lot lately..."
"I bet he's fucking poisoning Feliciano," Lovino tried to jump up to attack Germany but was held back once more, "LET GO, ANTONIO!"
"Stop it, Lovino," Spain sighed, tired of this already, "He's not poisoning Feliciano, I don't know anyone who would...Except Russia, but your bosses are getting along, so I don't think Ivan would hurt him without a reason."
"I wouldn't let Russia harm Feliciano," Germany informed Romano, "And I'm sure if it were you, you would be more worried about running away yourself instead of saving Feliciano."
"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Romano's face quickly became red, "I'LL KILL YOU!"
"LOVINO!" Antonio looked at Lovino, "Calm down, this isn't the time to threaten Ludwig, or yell at him, for that matter."
"Antonio...?" Romano stared at Spain's face, amazed at his new development of balls, "What are you talking about...?"
"If I'm right, I think I know what's wrong with Feliciano, Lovino," Spain frowned, "But if I tell you what I think it is, you have to promise not to kill Ludwig."
"Well...It'll depend..." Romano stared at Spain.