One day after a meeting, Germany, Italy, and Japan are walking back to their homes. They don't need to walk that far to Japan's house, and Germany and Italy live together, so they walk with each other after they drop Japan off. However, the weather outside can be harsh. Unfortunately Italy has asthma, so he tries his best to control it. Bun recently, Italy has been stressed out about his economy back home, and other issues within it.
"Ugh…those stupid Allies don't know what they are talking about. And does America really think he can just make a new contraption that will make a better government and global warming?" Germany sighed.
After a minute of Germany complaining, Japan said, "Don't worry, Germany-san, the next meeting will be better, I promise."
"Ve~ Yeah Germany! *cough* It'll be better next time!" *cough* Italy exclaimed. His voice seemed to get a little raspier, but he thought it was from talking too loud.
"I hope so." Germany said.
After a while of walking back home, Italy seemed to be coughing quite a bit. Each one brought a wheezing sound, and Germany and Japan were getting a little worried.
"Ve~ I hate this weather-" His voice was then interrupted by more coughing. "Are you all right, Italy-kun?" After another coughing fit, Italy breathed out, more of a whisper, "Yeah, I'm fine. *cough* Really. *cough*" Germany grew skeptical from this. "Italy, are you sure you're alright?"
Poor Italy grew tired of this question. "YES! For the last time, I'm fine!" Then the small nation began having a terrible coughing fit, ended up on the ground, shoulders shaking with each cough. Then Germany got to his senses. "Italy! Are you okay, is it your asthma?" Germany asked worriedly. Feliciano never had it this bad before. He held his shoulders when another fit happened. But before Italy could say anything, he felt a wave of nausea hit him, causing him to quickly crawl away from the two, and vomit. Italy began wheezing now, gasping for air.
"G-Germany…I…can't…breathe…" Italy wheezed. Then, darkness consumed him, everything going black.
"ITALY!"
"I think he'll be okay now, but thank you Japan for helping me bring him here." "Oh, I don't mind, Germany-san. I'll be going now, and please call me if you need anything…"
The small nation felt a warm, material around him. "A blanket…a bed? Where am I…?" Italy slowly opened his eyes, seeing a figure standing above him.
"Italy, are you awake?" a man asked.
"G-Germany…?" Then senses shot back through him. "Germany!" He sat up too quickly, bringing on a throbbing pain through his head, not to mention his chest hurts…but at least he could breathe again. 'No, no, no, lay back down." Germany said, lightly pushing him back down. "Ugh…what happened? All I remember is not breathing, then I…" Italy asked tiredly. "Fainted? Yeah…you had an asthma attack." Germany sighed. "I'm sorry for not realizing sooner…"
Italy grew a faint smile on his face. "Ve…Germany, why are you apologizing? You don't need to be sorry for every little thing that happens to me." Germany gave him a confused look, then smiled. "Well, get better, Feliciano." He then got up and kissed the nation lightly on the forehead.
~So what do you think? I'm sorry if it's bad...it's my very first fanfic! Don't hate me! D:~