Things not Seen Chapter 1
"Italy! GET OUT THIS GOTTVERDAMMT BED RIGHT NOW!" Screamed Germany, "It's time to get your lazy ass training now." Italy slowly stretched himself and took even longer to get up and dressed. Germany, seething in rage at the rate at which he was going, decided to use a threat."Outside in 10. No exceptions or no pasta." As soon as he left in a huff Italy lowered himself onto the bed again. Everything burned inside, and Italy found himself short of breath. He wanted to drift back to sleep, but to no avail. So he threw himself off the bed and winced as the pain intensified. He had to ignore it though. He dressed in a fluster, otherwise NO PASTA!
~Outside~
"Really, Italy. Can't you ever be on time," said a certain German. "Alright then, let's do 10 laps today." Italy had a glazed over, faraway look in his eyes. It almost looked as though he was sick, but idiots never got sick…did they? Italy started running though, so Germany dismissed the thought for now. Later on, Germany got caught up in his thoughts wondering why Italy hadn't complained, or asked for pasta. He still thought Italy looked sick despite what his head was telling him. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice Italy clutching his chest, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Japan tugged on his sleeve silently pointing to Italy-cun. "M-Mr. Germany,l-look,"Japan finally gasped out. Germany glanced back. From his angle, it only looked like Italy had stopped. They didn't notice the pain or terror in Italy's eyes as he felt as though his chest was slowly burning up, or the slight wheeze in his breath. Germany ran back to him."Get back to running! I can't have you being useless all the time!" Germany was still a little angry at Italy for being so slow at getting up, so no tom foolery was tolerated. But Germany couldn't help but notice that Italy had a hardened look in his eyes. No emotion shown through his usually warm, amber eyes. "Feli-" Germany whispered before Italy got up and started running again. Germany now knew something was wrong. Until…"cough."
Feliciano's POV
Everything burned. I wanted to lie down and forget all about today. My eyesight was kind of hazy. It shifted all over the place. I soon saw two Germanys. I tried slowing down a little bit to relieve some of the burn, but no relief came. I wonder if I should stop. Oh! Here comes Germany. I am doubled over trying to get my breath back waiting for him to come. The burning sensation gets worse. "Get back to running. I can't have you being useless all the time." Something in me stops. Soon, it is not the burning in my chest that hurts. Am I really that much of a burden? Do I endanger Luddy? No! I can't do that. I lost one love of my life, loosing this one would be too much. Besides, I have a pact of steel to keep. I start jogging again even though my body screams protest. I caught something in Doitsu's eye…was that worry? A tingling sensation comes to my throat, and I allow myself one cough. Soon one cough leads to another and I cannot stop. I wheeze for air, but none makes it to my lungs. It's as if I am choking. I soon feel too weak to stand, and go to my knees. I suddenly cough one last time into my hands panting. Ludwig is staring at my hand in horror. He manages to choke out one word."B-Blood."
