It's a beautiful day, I thought to myself, smiling as I walked through the forest. The sun was shining down, and everything was glowing green from the leaves. It was warm, but not hot. It seemed to be the perfect day. Until I heard the sound of someone retching, and it shattered the peace I'd found in the quiet birdsong.

I rushed toward the sound, my maternal instincts kicking in for the first time since Italy had grown up.

When I finally found the source of the sound, I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes wide and my jaw hanging open.

Prussia was on his knees, emptying his stomach of his lunch. A light sheen of sweat showed on every area of skin that wasn't covered.

"Prussia," I cried, kneeling beside him. "What's wrong?" I asked, frantic.

It didn't help when he just groaned in pain.

"Prussia!" I said, more forcefully. "Come on, I'll take you to Mr. Austria's house and take care of you!"

He managed a small laugh. "Like hell! You think I wanna go to that uptight piano player's house? I don't wanna set foot in it, nevermind be nursed back to health in it!"

"Please!" I pleaded, pushing some of that beautiful silver hair out of his eyes- Wait, what am I thinking? There were more important things to tend to than thinking about how beautiful his hair was. Even if it was a beautiful color that sparkled in the sunlight.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "Prussia, please," I repeated.

"No," he said once more. "I'm not going to. I don't wanna be anywhere close to that uptight piano player. He doesn't deserve to see the awesome me!"

I smiled slightly. At least he still sounded like himself. "Prussia, just ignore the fact that it's Austria's house and let me help you. I'm worried about you! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Prussia was quiet for a moment, just gazing at me. I felt my cheeks growing hot, and knew they'd be red. "Ja," he said finally. "Take me to the damn piano player's house."

I helped Prussia off his knees, and tried to support him. It was extremely hard when his knees shook at the tremendous effort of simply not falling.

Eventually we made it to Austria's house. I didn't know if it was that I was strong when I needed to be, or if was simply pure luck. I didn't care. The next challenge was going to be harder than getting Prussia here.

I helped Prussia up the stairs, offering words of encouragement on all five steps. Finally we made it to the top, and I rang the doorbell. "Come on, Mr. Austria, open the door," I pleaded quietly. After a few moments the door swung open to reveal the irritated Austrian. His gaze softened when he saw me, and became irritated once again as it rested upon the silver haired man leaning on my shoulder.

"What is he doing here?" Austria asked, crossing his arms.

"Please, Austria, he's sick," I said softly. "Help me take care of him!"

"And why should I?" he asked. "What has he ever done but torment me?"

Suddenly Prussia doubled over, getting sick once more. And of course, it ended up all over the pianist's shoes.

Austria looked at his shoes in disgust. "I am not helping him!" he fumed.

"Then at least let me bring him in! Please, for me, Roderich," I said, using his human name.

Austria sighed, but finally nodded, holding the door open. I helped Prussia through the door and toward the nearest guest bedroom. He needed to be able to lie down and rest. "Mr. Austria, will you please call a doctor? I'm worried about Prussia, he never gets sick."