Italy was in bad shape. Germany had noticed right off. Italy had been sleeping more than he normally had, even with all that sleep, he still seemed to grow more tired and weaker each day. It got to the point, that Italy, the once bouncy hi-spirited country could barley even leave his bed to go to the bathroom. But Germany almost never left his bed side.

The doctors didn't know much about the strange illness Italy had contracted. The only thing they knew was it was shutting down his organs slowly, one by one, literally killing him from the inside-out.

"Italy, how are you felling today?" Germany slowly blinked sleep from his eyes. He had slept in a chair adjacent to Italy's wanted to be there if he was nrrded in the middle of the night.

"…Ve~ D-doitsu, you said last night that you were going to sleep in you're bed!" Italy tried his best to be angry, even when he was sick it was not something he could do very well.

After Italy's illness had taken a turn for the worst, Germany moved him into his house making the guest room,now Italy's room . Italy was right, it had probably been at least three weeks sense he had slept in his own bed.

"Sorry I want to help, in anyway I can possible." Germany said before yawning and stretching.

"You don't have to force yourself for me." Italy said tearing up.

"Ah, sorry don't cry, men don't cry." Germany said with his emotionless tone.

"S-sorry" Italy quickly wiped the tears forming in his eyes.

"Do you want something to eat?" Germany asked, as he stretched.

"Uh, can I have some Minestrone (*1)?" Italy said sitting up. "I haven't had it in a while…Do you remember how to make it? I-if you want I can help-!"

"No its fine, just sleep I will bring it to you" Germany said walking out the door.

Italy only sighed before passing out do to exhaustion. Small conversations like that were all he could manage now.

"Hey, West! Haven't seen you in a while, how are things with Italy?"

"Hey, East. He isn't doing any better, I think he already fell asleep." Germany said walking over to the kitchen were Prussia was cooking eggs.

Prussia was happy to see his younger brother. It was around 9 am Prussia normally was often passed out and hangover around this time. Wether it be on his bed, couch, floor or even kitchen counter (on some ocasions). He normally wouldn't be awake and moving by 12pm or 1pm. But, by that time Germany was usually in the full swing of taking care of Italy. So it was seldom that they got a chance to talk to each other.

"Oh, I see that's too bad." Prussia looked up at Germany and stared. "Oi, have you been eating properly? It looks like you lost quite a bit of weight."

"No, I suppose That I haven't." Germany said staring at the ground.

"When was the last time you ate a decent meal?" Prussia asked.

"…Two…Maybe three days ago…"

"What!" Gilbert asked, astonished.

Prussia glanced down at the plate of eggs he had just prepared for himself. "Fine, have these."

Prussia took the plate and put it under his nose. "Not just anyone can have eggs as awesome as these!"

"R-really? Thanks just leave it on the counter, I will eat them as soon as I'm done cooking for Italy.

Prussia sighed…Now those eggs will grow cold, and he will now have to make more for himself.

But it was worth seeing the small smile his little brother had on his face. Prussia thought as he placed the eggs down on counter.

'I want to continue to make West smile.'

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Uh...The food Germany gives Italy is like...Some soup? I wrote this story about 5 months ago... XD It was on Deviantart and I don't remember a thing bout's it :

AHHHH IT'S SOOO SAPPPY XD please don't shot me :P