"Doitsu! Doitsu!" A voice rang outside of Germany's study door.
Germany sighed and put down is paperwork at hearing the nickname that Italy had adapted from Japan for some unknown reason, "Come in, Italien."
Italy entered the room and dove over Germany's desk surprisingly clearing it without touching any of the papers and latched onto the Germany nation, "Germany heeeeelp!"
"What is it, Italy?" Germany asked, a hint of irritation seeping into his voice.
Big amber eyes stared up at him and the Italian sniffled, "I-I think I'm sick."
"Sick how?" Ludwig asked, raising an eyebrow.
"M-my throat hurts a-and I'm coughing," as if to prove his point he let out a few weak, clearly fake coughs, "and my head hurts and…"
Germany tuned him out as he rambled on about different random symptoms. He petted Italy's head gently and waited until the Italian was rambling out symptoms for a fatal disease to clear his throat and cut off the rant.
"Come on, then," Germany gently picked up Feliciano. "Let's get you to bed if you're so sick."
Italy smiled brightly and wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck as he was carried out of the room bridal style.
"And Germany will lie in bed with me?" He asked in a sing-song voice.
The German blushed but nodded, "Ja, I need a break, anyways."
"Ve~ grazie," Italy nuzzled his head into Germany's chest happily and closed his eyes.
Germany allowed a smile to spread on his face briefly. His work could wait for a few hours.
AN: Short and sweet. Leave a review and a favorite please! Thanks for reading :)