Hey! It's Gabi here, some of you might recognize me from tumblr. Anywho, this fic idea came to me during a rather dull Math class. I'm a beginning writer, so reviews are very much appreciated! Thank you, lovelies!
Little Romano was terribly ill with the flu.
Terribly, horribly, miserably ill.
Feeble, pale, and quiet, the usually feisty and rambunctious Italian child was diagnosed with a nasty flu, and was running an alarming temperature of 103.5 degrees Fahrenheit.
Juggling 3 bottles of medicine, 5 rented movies, a basket full of tomatoes, and a bag of sugar, Mr. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo sprinted into his and Romano's cozy den.
"How are you feeling, Roma?"
The child only mumbled and buried his face into his favorite handmade tomato shaped pillow in response.
Translation; The child felt horrid.
Antonio let our a sigh, and sat next to Romano Lovino Vargas, and forced a thermometer into the Italian's mouth.
"uny bttur?"
It had taken a moment for Antonio to register what Romano asked.
"Nope!;;" Antonio sheepishly scratched his head. "Looks like you're stuck with the cold bathtub!"
"Aaughhh!"
The child blindly aimed to punch his caretaker in the gut, however, he was too tired, and thus his hand descended back to the couch within seconds.
"It isn't that bad!~ Look, look! I'll even let you watch one of my favorite movies while you cool down in the bath!~"
Antonio held up a copy of 'Mary Poppins'.
"Fine." The small kid begrudgingly agreed.
Antonio leaped off of the couch, and went to preparing the cold bathtub for his favorite little man.
After all, the sooner the bath was ready, the sooner Romano's fever would go down, the sooner Romano would feel better! It was awfully heart-wrenching for the Spaniard to see Romano lose all of his spunk, because of illness, no less!
Within minutes, Antonio had returned in the living room, whistling an oh so cheerful tune. He scooped up the ill child in his arms, and was about to whisk him away, when he quite nearly dropped the child!
Good God, Roma was getting awfully heavy!
He was growing like a weed! Ah, what a mix of emotions! Romano would soon be independent and not need Boss's help anymore!
The Italian child screeched. "Why'd you nearly dro- are you - why on earth are you crying, dammit? "
Antonio pulled the child into an embrace.
"Promise boss you'll never ever ever leave him all alone! A boss can't be boss without a henchman, you know!"
It ended up taking quite a while for dependent boss Spain to cool off.