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Title: Sick Day
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Gen/Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Germany/N.Italy
Word Count: 1,513
Summary: With anyone else, Germany would have suspected an elaborate staged sickness; someone wanting to weasel out of training for that morning because they'd heard what was in store. But he never second guessed Italy's cold being genuine; the other country clearly feverish and utterly miserable by appearance alone.
Notes: A continuation of this strip from volume 2 of the manga.

It was becoming a morning routine to wake Italy up for the actual morning routines. The Italian not only insisted on taking a nap every day, very punctually, at three in the afternoon; but he also persisted in sleeping in as much as Germany would let him.

Germany had gotten very good at not letting him sleep in. Sometimes just his booming voice announcing, “Italy, you’ll be late for morning training!” would do the trick. Other mornings he’d have to subtly add a kindly threat, just to speed the process up. The day before he’d gotten Italy bolt upright and out of the bed in minutes just by casually mentioning that he’d learned how to do a one-armed shoulder throw from Japan.

Today Germany’s temper was already aggravated, various battle reports not coming back with the numbers he was hoping for. So without so much as a preamble to it, he stormed into Italy’s bedroom yelling orders at the top of his lungs.

“Italy! You’re late again today!”

This sort of order was usually enough to get soldiers crying for their mothers, but Italy didn’t budge. Not a single twitch or movement at all. Instead, Germany’s demand was answered with a very feeble mumble and a cough.

Germany blinked, seeing Italy’s shoulders shake with the force of the cough he’d just emitted. Before he could say a word more, the Italian started coughing again; louder and obviously more painful for his lungs this time around. He’d rolled onto his back, bleary eyes seeking out Germany’s as he wheezed in a gasp of air.

With anyone else, Germany would have suspected an elaborate staged sickness; someone wanting to weasel out of training for that morning because they’d heard what was in store. But he never second guessed Italy’s cold being genuine; the other country clearly feverish and utterly miserable by appearance alone.

Reaching out a gloved hand, Germany pushed back Italy’s bangs and rested his hand on his forehead.

“Don’t catch a cold!” He tried to say it as a reprimand, but it came out more of an admonishment in concern.

Italy coughed again, his shaky hand reaching up and grasping Germany’s hand, bringing it next to his cheek and holding it there.

“Germany, I’m sorry,” he rasped out, his voice crackly. “I’ll get up for training now.”

He started to sit up when another fit of coughs hit and Germany found himself instinctively moving to wrap his arms around Italy, holding the coughing country against his chest as he tried to gently pat his back.

“You’ll do no such thing!” Germany instructed once the coughing had stopped. He held Italy at arm’s length and looked him straight in the eyes. “If you overwork yourself in this state, you will only worsen your condition. A good soldier keeps good health!”

Italy nodded meekly, his eyes unfocused and his head bobbing back and forth aimlessly. Sighing, he lowered the other country back down onto the bed. “Rest. That’s an order, Italy.”

Nodding again, Italy offered up a feeble smile. “Ve… Germany can be nice sometimes after all.”

Germany felt his face flush at the comment, but cleared his throat to will it away. He still wasn’t quite used to having a friend, and every now and then Italy’s bluntly honest comments would just…make him a tad embarrassed.

Moving to sit back down in the bedside chair, Germany felt a weak grasp on his sleeve.

“Neh, Germany?”


Italy coughed again, Germany closing the space between them and once again slipping a hand behind Italy’s back to pat it in what he hoped was a soothing manner. Germany lips tightened into a frown; he wasn’t very good at these sorts of things and he was now hoping he wasn’t making things worse.

“Does that help?” Germany asked. Italy nodded. “Ah. Good. What were you going to ask?”

The hand clutching on his sleeve tightened its grip. “Can you stay with me until I feel better? Or do you have somewhere you have to go?”

He said it in such a manner that it was going to be impossible to resist. Sweat on his brow, a feverish flush on his cheeks and his chest heaving with effort to breathe through whatever was afflicting his lungs; all coupled with pleading eyes and a timid smile, and Germany really had no other choice.

“I suppose if it will help you get better sooner…”

“Yes! Germany, it’ll help lots!” Italy exclaimed, his voice still not its usual timbre and rather hoarse.

With a nod, Germany settled himself onto the edge of the bed. “All right.”

Italy used what little strength he retained to latch onto Germany and tug him further into the bed with him. Germany, attempting to maintain some dignity on both their parts, tried his best to keep the sheet over the Italian. Why he insists on sleeping in the nude...

“Thanks Germany,” Italy muttered into the German’s chest once he got situated. He was cocooned in the sheet and snuggly pressed against Germany’s side, the taller country’s chest now acting as Italy’s pillow.


The morning passed in an odd cycle of Italy coughing, Germany patting his back and then the Italian relaxing back against his chest with a relieved sigh. At one point, he finally managed to convince Italy to at least put on some pants. But as it got closer to midday Italy kept attempting to talk, his voice coming and going, as he tried to ramble on about what he wanted for lunch.

Lunch itself presented a new problem, since promptly at noon Italy endeavored to get out of the bed. Germany had been doing single-arm exercises with his free arm to pass the time and didn’t notice until it was too late that Italy had not only moved away but was attempting to stand.

And between his blurry vision and light-headedness, it was mere seconds before Italy went from standing to a crumpled heap on the floor.


“Ve, I think I need help up Germany…”

Sighing, Germany got up and went over to help Italy to his feet. “What are you trying to do? Didn’t I say to rest?”

“But it’s lunch, Germany! I wanted pasta because pasta would definitely make me feel much, much better!”

Not too surprised at Italy’s logic, he wordlessly helped him back into bed and then left with the promise he’d return with lunch if Italy promised not to move from the bed. Germany considered a soup, or perhaps a potato dish or wurst, but knew that Italy’s mood would definitely be lifted by his favorite food. Not wanting to risk fixing something the Italian deemed inedible, Germany spoke to some of Italy’s soldiers and had them help prepare a meal for the sick country.

“G-Germany, is that…” His posture alone seemed to perk up at the mere sight of a plate of pasta.

“Yah. I had one of your men fix it up for you.”

He started to sit up and grab for it, but Germany gave him a stern look and shook his head. “Italy, rest.”

“B-But Germany!” He whined, looking to the pasta longingly.

Sitting aside the plate temporarily, Germany helped lift Italy up, fluffing the pillow behind his head and situating him in a seated position. Then, once he deemed it satisfactory, he handed over the plate.

Italy positively beamed and happily ate the entire plateful. Once finished, he gestured wildly towards Germany to lean closer.


“Germany, you’re the best!” Italy exclaimed as well as he could with his croaky voice. Then, before he could respond, the Italian pecked a kiss to Germany’s cheek and smiled up at him.

Pulling back, Germany felt his face heat up suddenly. He was feeling light-headed all of the sudden, his hands felt sweaty and his pulse had started to accelerate. As he pondered this new development, Italy clutched his hand, intertwining their fingers- an action that only seemed to worsen his condition.

With a frown and a sigh, Germany looked back to Italy and came to the only logical conclusion for his sudden symptoms. “Italy, I believe what you have is contagious.”


“I’m ordering myself to bed rest and quarantining this room.”

Taking the empty plate out of Italy’s hands and setting it aside on the bed stand, Germany scooted Italy over to one side of the bed and lie down next to him, folding his arms and waiting for his symptoms to progress and the coughing to begin. But it never did.

A few days passed and Italy was back to his usual exuberant self. As for Germany, he found his symptoms had gone away mostly. For some odd reason, he never developed any sort of cough; but sometimes if Italy kissed him on the cheek or held his hand, it would make his pulse race, his palms sweaty and his head get slightly fuzzy.

It was only much later when he was referencing the symptoms in a book that Germany realized that he had another type of sickness entirely.

See also: Love Sickness.


( 39 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 9th, 2009 07:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, Germany. You're so dumb sometimes. <3

Adorable fic, and great job keeping them in character!
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much~!
(no subject) - hananiji - Aug. 9th, 2009 08:38 pm (UTC) - Expand
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you~

Aug. 9th, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
Aug. 9th, 2009 08:57 pm (UTC)
Germany oh how you fail. You fail so hard and it's so adorable. ♥ This was fantastic! Really sweet, and so cute. I love how intent Italy was for Germany to stay with him and how Germany kept reasoning with himself. I loved when he went to get the pasta for Italy. Oh Germany. The part at the end was so perfect. You and your books! XD

Again, really liked this! Awesome job! ^^
Aug. 9th, 2009 09:20 pm (UTC)
D'aw :3
Just... d'aaaaw. XD
I went "aaaaw!" several times. Out loud. With my cat looking at me with this look that just said "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN?!"

Aug. 21st, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
Re: D'aw :3
Hee, glad you enjoyed it~! :)
Aug. 9th, 2009 10:02 pm (UTC)
I love Gertalia so much, and you perfectly showed the adorablenesss of them ~ <3!

Aug. 21st, 2009 09:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you liked it!
Aug. 9th, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
haha, this was utterly adorable. And oh, Germany xD Sometimes he can be so clueless. And that line about not being used to friends. My heart melted xD
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:43 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it~!
Aug. 10th, 2009 12:44 am (UTC)
Aaaaw x3
I just loved it, Germany you're so adorable *3* and Italy cute as always xD
You did a nice job here! ^^
Again i loved it really xD <333
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much~!
Aug. 10th, 2009 02:08 am (UTC)
So adorable <3 Very well written!
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:44 pm (UTC)
Aug. 10th, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
Awww, that was so sweet! I love Germany being oblivious. And Feliciano is so cute when he's sick, poor thing.

(I hope you get better soon *hugs*)
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)

(and yep, much better now myself!)
Aug. 10th, 2009 03:59 am (UTC)
WAAA! So cute.
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
Aug. 10th, 2009 08:35 am (UTC)
♥ fgfjkljgkjg Germany is so adorably clueless rofl. This fic is so cute. <3
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:56 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it! :)
Aug. 10th, 2009 11:54 am (UTC)
Oh yay! GerxIta, my OTP! XD
It's too cute, that makes it perfect!
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:56 pm (UTC)
Aug. 10th, 2009 12:48 pm (UTC)
that was sooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuute XD adorable sweet etc...:D
I soo rarely see good germanyxtitaly fics :/
Aug. 21st, 2009 09:59 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it!
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
You write Italy and Germany's characters SO WELL. fdgldgf I am in love. It's like, total perfection. ;;♥ you're amazing~!
Aug. 21st, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much~! I'm glad you liked it :)
Aug. 11th, 2009 06:45 am (UTC)
Such an honest Italy and a oblivious Germany. They really are so cute together, specially in this kind of silly or domestic situations! And you managed to keep them in character perfectly.
Aug. 21st, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! :)
Aug. 14th, 2009 03:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, my goodness. This is just so cute and sweet and wonderful and . . . awwwww. Poor Italy, man. He's too adorable for his own good when he's sick like that.

Also, Germany is so clueless. Man.

Seriously, you captured them and their relationship just perfectly here.
Aug. 21st, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks so so much~! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
Oct. 14th, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
awww..this is the 1st fanfic that i read of axis powers..and i just love your fic!

its soo cute..^_^ all i can say is "awww.."

will you be writing more of them?
Nov. 27th, 2009 12:33 am (UTC)

Eee, Germany's totally in love with Italy. <3
Nov. 28th, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
I love their interaction! *_* and the way Germany 'orders himself to bed rest' ^^

yes. still stalking :D :D
Jan. 17th, 2010 05:03 am (UTC)
Like the other fics, I loved this like crazy. Germany's such a sweetie under that stern exterior, especially when it comes to Italy. I love it. <3 <3
May. 26th, 2011 05:44 am (UTC)
Aw, so cute~! <3
Oct. 31st, 2011 07:54 pm (UTC)
D'aaawww, clueless!Germany is so cute! <333
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