Lovino groaned as he leaned over to throw up.
Feli whined and raced back to the kitchen to pull out some of the potatoes that Ludwig had gifted to him to eat; he guessed that Ludwig didn't know how useful they'd be.
Feliciano rushed back to his brother holding the potatoes carefully in his hand.
Lovino groaned again as he saw the potatoes.
Italians eat white foods such as potatoes, mozerella, or rice to clear out their systems when they are ill.
"Fuck, don't we have anything else?" Lovino moaned.
"No, I ate all of my rice, and Japan hasn't visited in a while either. Plus, we ate the last of our mozerella last night with dinner." Feliciano responded almost gleefully though he was probably just glad to have white food to clear out his brother's system though he was clearly worried about his fratello.
"Don't tell the Potato Bastard." Lovino grunted and ate the potato pieces that Feli had cut up and handed to his older brother.
"I won't." He smiled; Ludwig liked to hear how much Feli enjoyed his food and just anything that Feli could and probably did compliment him on.
Naturally, their dinner was Gnocchi that night or in other words a potato pasta where the noodles are made out of potatoes.
Lovino grumbled though these old, Italian methods had him feeling better the next day much to his and Feli's relief.