ERMAHGERD ERDATES. Yay I'm NOT dead anyway I was looking and I didn't find any fan fictions like this. After flipping shit for a few minutes I decided to get off my lazy ass and actually do something :D. anyway yes I know they didn't have cars and shit in 79 A.D, but I believe the hetalia characters live in like an alternate universe were they are super advanced. In other words don't leave reviews like 'why do they have cars? This story isn't historically correct!' Yes I know. Just go with it okay? Flames will be used to roast hot dogs.

Hetalia belongs to himuriya sensei. (if it belonged to me prumano would be a real couple.)

It was just a cough

August 24,
Romano and Spain sat and was at their usual business, Spain being a cheerful fuck and Romano cussing him out. But little did they know, one little cough would lead to a disaster that would even make Russia shiver.

Romano sighed. He had been feeling a bit under the weather recently and Spain being, well Spain wasn't helping. Randomly, Spain got up and started singing! Romano grabbed him by the collar of his shirt
"shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down" he said, sounding a little more pissy than usual.
"Aww but Roma~" Spain whined, before noticing the dish of tomatoes sitting on the table. He dug in, not noticing Romano staring at him with hate in his eyes. Spain stared at Romano before placing a hand on his forehead.
"Are you feeling alright Roma?" he asked, sounding concerned "because you have a bit of a fever.
"I-I'm fine bastard" he retorted, coughing slightly. Spain frowned.
"well if you're absolutely sure, we should get going, there's a world summit meeting at 1" he said, getting up and leaving money on the table. Romano nodded following Spain. The drive to the world summit place was quiet, other than the odd cough from Romano.

They got there just as the clock struck 1. When he saw him, Italy ran and hugged his brother
"Vee~ Fratello! It's good to see you!" he said cheerily. Romano could only cough in response. Italy frowned "are you okay Fratello?" he asked. Romano nodded before coughing a little more. As the meeting continued, Romano's cough got worse and worse. Soon enough everyone was staring at him.
"Um are you okay" Germany asked. All Romano could do was shaking his head. He was growing weak. 'Shit what the fuck is going on' he thought. As the meeting continued, Romano grew faint. He collapsed out of his chair. He used the nearby wall to help him up before he slowly made his way out. When he was out in the hall, he fell to his knees. Coughs racked his body. Spain burst through the door just to see Romano vomit.
"Dios mio Romano" Spain said hugging the shaking country close to him. Romano felt tears form in his eyes.
"Chest *cough* hurts" he managed to choke out. Spain ran his fingers through Romano's silky hair. He rocked him slightly as Romano coughed and sobbed from the nearly unbearable pain. Italy ran out a few minutes later and took a step back. Romano was in a shambles. Italy put his hands over his mouth. What was doing this to his brother, but that didn't matter. Italy sat down and gestured for Spain to lay Romano in his lap. Spain did so and went back into the world summit room, understanding that Italy could take care of Romano for now.

Italy rocked his brother back and forth, back and forth, listening to the endless coughs. Romano gripped Italy's shirt like it was a lifeline. The coughing and the odd dry heave exhausted him. He felt his eyes slowly close.

People running, screaming, hiding. Clouds of ash and pumice filling and contaminating the air. Some people saw that the end was near and so they just kneeled in the streets and prayed. And finally the huge mountain, spewing fire. All Romano could do was stare in horror as people choked on the suffocating air. Why was this happening. How could it be stopped. Romano could hear children crying and calling for their mothers and fathers. It was torture.

Italy watched as Romano slept restlessly. He could hear him whimpering. He sighed. It hurt him to see Romano like this and know he can't do anything to make him feel better. Italy was brought back from his thoughts as another cough shook Romano's body. Romano slowly blinked open his eyes. He was frightfully pale and shaking violently. He looked up at Italy. His eyes looked dead, before he threw up again. Italy ran his fingers through his hair, before sitting him on a nearby bench.
"I'm going to go back inside and you just sit here and wait for me" Italy explained slowly. A fit of coughs took over Romano but he managed to nod.

When Italy walked into the world summit room, everyone stared at him, looking for an explanation. Germany cleared his throat and asked what everyone else had clearly been wondering.
"What is going on with your brother Italy" he said rather slowly. Italy looked up. To be honest he didn't really know. He knew it was probably a problem going on in southern Italy. He knew one of the volcanos was supposedly "due" but he just didn't know. Italy shrugged
"I know just as much as you. Romano may just have to fight through this on his own" he said begrudgingly. Everyone stared. This was not at all like bubbly little north Italy. They expected him to say something like it could all be solved with pasta or some bullshit. Prussia piped in.
"maybe you can take him to your grandfather. You never know maybe he knows what's going on" Italy nodded.
"If you don't mind I'm going to go right now." he said quietly before leaving again.

Romano looked up. He had decided to lay down while his twin was being questioned by those bastards. Italy knelt down so he could look Romano in the eye.
"I'm going to take you to grandpa to see if he knows what might be the problem okay?" he asked gently. Romano coughed again but managed to nod in response. When they got in the car, Romano actually having to be wrapped in a blanket and carried because the fever and overall weakness seemed to have sucked every ounce of warmth from his body, Romano was placed in the back so he could lie down if need be. Italy didn't try to get Romano to talk, knowing the only way he could respond would be a coughing fit.

When they got to grandpa Rome's palace, Italy knocked on the front door with his head, since Romano had fell into a dreamless sleep and had to be carried. Grandpa Rome answered the door in his usual manner. Throwing the door open cheerfully and welcoming the person in. But when he saw his usually cheerful grandson looking so solemn and having to carry his brother, he knew that something was up.

A.N WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO DEAR ROMANO R&R to find out. I will update only after I get 5 reviews ^J^