Ludwig sighed before setting down his print and coffee. " I'm coming, Ita- " That's when Italy rushed out of the bedroom. His skin was chalky white, one hand over his mouth. Not a glance was sent in Doitsu's way before he raced down the hall into the bathroom, and a wave of digested pasta hit the porcelain.
Doitsu caught up to him on the last coughs and spits. Italy's curl was limp, barely holding its shape. Muscles trembled, both hands holding the toilet's sides. " D-Doitsuuu... " Germany squat down beside the country and gently rubbed his back. " It's alright. Just something you ate. " He reached up and flushed the contents of the toilet away, but Feli stayed hovering over it. " I dont feel good, Doitsu. "
Germany got up without a word, getting a rag from the bathroom closet and running it under cold water from the faucet. Nuzzling it to his forehead... there was no fever. " I know. Just something bad you ate. Let's lay you down with some crackers and a drink. " The Italian nodded weakly, and leaning on Germany, pitifully crawled his way to their couch.
With a package of crackers and lemon-lime soda, Italy curled up on the couch without a word. Japan stepped out of his own bedroom, rubbing one eye. " Mmph... Germany? Is there something the matter out there? "
Germany motioned at the Asian, passing the hall in order to go back to the kitchen. " Italy just ate something rotten. He's on the couch. I wouldnt spend too much time in the bathroom if I were you. " He ventured back into the kitchen, and Kiku went back to bed. It wasnt five minutes later that Feli was off the couch and running for Germany in the kitchen. " Ve~, I feel better! Let's have some pasta, Doitsu! " Ludwig looked up again from his newspaper. That didnt take long.
