Sick!Reader x Hetalia
My feet save me before I hit the wooden floor at the bottom of the stairs. I feel very sick this morning and I wish I could get medicine or help, but I can't
let my brothers know, or else they'll take me to what I call hell on Earth, AKA the doctor's.
"Hola y buenos días, princesa. ¿Cómo estás?(Hello and goodmorning, princess. How are you?)" Spain asks.
"Buongiorno, sorella!(Good morning, sister!)" Feliciano cheers.
"What's all that noise, stupid fratello?" I hear a voice, probably Lovino's, yell. Then, Lovino steps out of the kitchen, and sees me and blushes.
"Oh. Good morning, sorella. Sorry about that."
"You don't look so good today, amor. Are you feeling alright?" Antonio asks, feeling my forehead, before he gasps.
"¡Mierda! Estás ardiendo (Holy shit! You're burning)," Toni exclaims before continuing. "Romano get a thermometer and Feliciano call up the doctor.
Deprisa, deprisa!(Hurry, hurry!)" I almost feel as if I was going to faint.
"D-doctor?"
"Si, you need one."
"But, I don't like doctors."
"Amor, you have to understand you're not well at all. Now rest." Sounded like an order. I shrug it off and lay on the sofa. They can't get my to go to the
doctor's office anyways.. I mean, they're not going to fight me when I'm sick, right?
"Hola, mi amigo, Francis. Can you come over?"
"Of course! I'll be right on my way." My eyes widened in shock. He actually did call France to help me get to the doctor's! I love my brothers and Spain
(like a brother), but sometimes they can be a little..!
About a few minutes later, Francis shows up. "What do we have 'ere? A sick belle? Ohonhonhon~. I can make you feel better, if you want too. I don't -"
"You frog! Get away from her. We're here to help get her to the doctor's office. Not to flirt, " Arthur jumps out, "Now, love, would you like a scone? It
definitely does not have medicine in it to make you sleep so we can stuff you into the car and drive you to your appointment." Romano face palmed
himself.
"Idiotas.." he mumbles.
After France, England, Spain, Lovino, and Italy tried more attempts to get you to your appointment, they called in another person(s). You don't know who, but you have a feeling that-
"Hello. It's the awesome me and the and un-awesome bruder of the awesome me," a very-so boastful German shouts. I look over to see Prussia, and
Germany. Great. Prussia does a swaggering walk over to me and lifts me up with one hand under my back and the other under my knees; bridal style.
"I'm not going to the doctor's office." I bite Prussia's hand and he flinches, dropping me. It hurt, but I wasn't too far from the ground.
"Y/N, this is ridiculous. Just go to the doctor, and get it over with," Germany says calmly, looking me in the eye. I shake my head.
"Just give me some Tylenol or something. I'm sure I'll be fine," I say.
"The hero is here! Leave it all to me." Alfred zooms in the door and pops a pill (or was it two?) into my mouth, handing me a glass of water. I drink it,
knowing it's probably medicine that will help my feel better and not like the stuff in the scones.
"See, yeah, uh, the hero has it under control..?" I attempt. Everyone shakes their head at me, while America poses.
"Si, senorita, what are we going to do with you?" Spain laughs.