Okay for this story, Rachel is 2P Nyo!Singapore and, her brother, Raphael is 2P!Singapore. Her family is based on how my roleplay is. Her father is England and we used a headcannon that Prussia is his twin brother. That made Germany his younger brother and since Germany married Fem!Italy, that made all the Italians related to her… The list just goes on and on…
There was an eerie silence in the hospital except for the occasionally beeping of the machines and soft breathing. Raphael sat down in the visitor chair next to the bed. His couldn't believe it. She had always been cheerful, healthy. This wasn't supposed to happen, especially not to his beloved younger sister. Unknowing, tears freely overflowed from his eyes.
"Raph, don't cry…"
Raphael quickly grasped the weak hand that reached out for him.
"Rachel, please don't talk… You need to rest…"
Rachel cracked open her hazel eyes. Even under the oxygen mask, Raphael could see a weak smile playing on her lips. She was still merry even though her illness was serious. The doctor said it was the flu but instead of trusting them, he went to the library to research even more and what he found was shocking.
She had infectious mononucleosis. He had no idea how she could gotten it. All she had done that day was attend a wedding between her two uncles, Allen and Luciano, and their reception. Other than that, she was with her friends, Melanie and Felicja for most of the day. They had food made with the finest chefs. The cake was specially made by Oliver and- OLIVER!
Raphael snapped up. The cake! Of course! The cake was made with blood and he looked over at sister. He finally realized that that was what caused it! Rachel had never been about to stomach 2P food, the last time she did it, she was lucky that all she got was food poisoning and she threw up. She hated blood, she hated eating that type of food, and she hated everything that had to do with that, even eating. That gave reason why she rejected Oliver as her dad and looked to Arthur as a father-figure instead.
"我还行吧!"
Raphael smiled slightly when he heard one of the three languages she knew leave her mouth. "No, no es."
It was Rachel's turn to give a smile. Unknown to most, the 4 of them, including their 1Ps, could understand all languages but each of them specializes in 2 and English, Rachel's being Mandarin and French while Raphael's was Spanish and Russian.
"Raphael, I'll be fine. Please, go home."
Raphael heard that command again. Looking at the frail form on the bed made his heart ache but her request was firm, go home.
"Alright Rachel… As you wish…"
"Thanks Raph…"
When he left, Rachel sat up in her bed. I'll be fine… She reassured her brother but not herself…
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten the wedding cake Oliver made, not even a bite…" she growled. "I will never eat anything he makes ever again…" She isn't going to find out what would happen for the third time round.
Just a typical short brother/sister story.