They had been originally beginning as a usual world meeting, or as usual it could get. That is, until Germany had fallen ill.
Germany's stomach had been bothering him throughout the whole meeting. In fact, he had no idea when it had started. All he knew was that it hadn't bothered him the day before. This can't be good. He kept repeating to himself. Of course it couldn't, he could see the smaller nation, known as North Italy, already beginning to eye him suspiciously. He could tell Feliciano could tell that something was up, just not exactly what.
"Doitsu, you okay?" The nation asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the meeting led by the usual proud nation, America.
Germany nodded, sending him the "I'm fine" look. He didn't buy it, but he let it pass and drew his attention back to the other nations, with a slight pout. Germany inwardly sighed with relief. He didn't want the nation fawning over him like he usually did, he knew this probably wasn't life threatening, so he just shrugged it off, trying to just ignore the pain in his stomach.
"…And so! Therefore that makes me the mightiest nation alive!" America boasted.
"Excuse me, but I highly doubt the fact that you got yourself out of a civil war makes you the most mighty nation, you sprog." England shot at him.
Alfred glared slightly at the older nation. "Does so, or do I need to remind you who created their own nation out of yours?"
Arthur sighed, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. The nation always seemed to get more annoying by the second—Arthur didn't see how that was possible, but apparently nothing was impossible for Alfred.
"I see you're forgetting who raised you to be a mighty nation."
"Someone who wanted me to support England, nonetheless."
"And yet we're allies, no?"
They began their usual bickering, fighting on who's more powerful and how annoying each was.
Austria had his head placed in his left hand, which was resting on the table only a minute ago. The constant distractions were beginning to annoy him. He hated how everyone got off topic so often; he only wished they would stick to the subjects and save the bickering for after the meeting—but that would never happen in a million years.
He slammed his other fist on the table in frustration, gaining the attention of the bickering two—along with everyone else. "Would you stay on subject for once?" He asked, holding back most of his frustration.
The bickerers—England and America—simply blinked, looked at each other, and then looked back at Austria.
England coughed into his hand. "Ahem, I suppose we can finish this discussion later then, Alfred?"
The other nation nodded, not wanting to start the irritated nation on an almighty rant of anger.
Suddenly, a small squeal was heard and everyone turned their attention to the source of the noise—North Italy.
They saw that Germany had his eyes closed and was leaning on the smaller nation. Italy looked panicked or worried—they could never tell.
"Wahhh!! Doitsu suddenly collapsed!" He exclaimed.
"Hmmm? He was just fine a minute ago..." Prussia said, thinking aloud. He had been observing the chaos for a while, but with the mention of his younger brother, he directed his attention immediately.
France stood up and whipped out a mattress from his pocket, placing it on the table. "Well then he must need his rest!"
"Papa...Where'd that come from?" Canada asked, but of course knowing no one would answer.
They gave France an uncertain look, and then shrugged it off. Prussia and Spain helped lift Germany onto the mattress, fighting off a fawning Italy during the process.
Italy sat upon the mattress, watching the unconscious Germany like a hawk. That's when his brother had enough.
"Feliciano, get away from that macho potato freak..." He muttered, frustrated.
"But Nii-san~"
Spain patted Lovino on the head, to keep him from upsetting the Northern Italy. "Not now, Lovi."
"Geh! Spain—"
"Later, kay?" Spain gestured and Romano grunted in defeat, deciding to lay off before things went too far.
Austria deadpanned when he realized that Germany was on a mattress…in the middle of the table. That would be a distraction he would not want…and besides, there were better ways to deal with someone who wasn't feeling well—ever hear of 911? They were in America after all…
Hungary noticed Austria's slight distress and realized that the distraction would drive him insane. Before she could do anything, Prussia whispered something in her ear1 and she instantly grabbed her frying pan. "Mind saying that AGAIN?" She sent a death glare towards the nation…or…EX nation.
He raised his hands in defeat. "I'd rather not…"
"GOOD." She muttered, setting it down—but still in her reach.
Suddenly, Germany began groaning and clutching his stomach. Everyone looked, slight worry beginning to sink in their faces. Prussia was the first to react. It WAS his little brother in pain after all, but him being 'awesome' and all, he just had to take control of this situation.
"Push, West, push!" He said, raising a fist and grinning demonically.
That earned him a whack on the head, from none other than Germany himself. Prussia rubbed his head and sent a slight angry pout towards him, but it disappeared when he saw the state his brother was in. Worry had now made its way to even Gilbert—of all people.
Austria whipped out a phone and dialed 911, seeing how everyone was checking up on him and not calling for professionals—or at least that's what Austria hoped they were2.
Italy was whipping questions at Germany practically 100 mph. He was trying to ignore the pain, but couldn't do so with Feliciano around, apparently. Ludwig appreciated that Feliciano worried and cared for him, but right now the only thing he wanted was for Feliciano to give him some peace and quiet. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, so he would have to wait until the ambulance Austria summoned arrived.
Minutes passed, which felt like hours to Ludwig.
Finally, the ambulance arrived. They gave a strange look when they saw Ludwig on a mattress…placed on the table. But they decided not to ask and just loaded him up and headed off to the hospital.
~To Be Continued~
Yayyy…Introduction done!
I've gotten what you could call "obsessed" with Hetalia for the past…well, several months.
Even at conventions I've cosplayed Italy! I'm working on America, Japan and Russia now…but enough of that.
R&R?
I'd like to know how I did…seeing as it's my first Hetalia fic.
1-Prussia just made a lame comment on her country's name.
2-Austria was hoping that SOMEONE in America at least SEEMED smart.