"Wake up!" The blonde German, Ludwig Beilschmidt, called through his house, as he stood cooking breakfast. Honda Kiku, the Japanese man with black hair and brown eyes, sleepily walked into the room, ready for food.
"Good morning, Germany," He yawned as he sat at the table.
"Good morning, Japan" The taller man answered. Germany set down three plates, one for each of the people living in his house, and sat down to eat. after about a minute however, he looked up with worry. "Where is Italy?" He wondered aloud.
Japan looked around calmly, but his face grew pale as he didn't see the brunette, even after scanning the room three times. "He is usually running in very early and yelling about food. This is very unusual."
Germany opened his mouth to say something, but a moan was heard from the doorway of the room. The two men already seated looked over to see the Italian that had previously been missing clutching his stomach. Tears were welling in his eyes and he stumbled towards the table shakily. Seeing this, Germany quickly ran to the smaller man, just in time, because he collapsed into Germany's arms. Feliciano moaned again hugged close to his protective best friend.
"G-Germany... I f-feel really sick..." He muttered. "I'm gonna die!" He sobbed.
"Italy, calm down!" Germany ordered. "You won't die!"
Italy suddenly jumped up and ran away. Germany blinked and remained standing for a moment, until he heard an oh-so familiar sound, that of vomiting. Germany walked to the bathroom where Italy was losing the contents of his stomach. The amount of which was leaving through his mouth was surprising, since he hadn't eaten any breakfast that morning. While he was concerned, he didn't expect it to be anything more than a stomach bug. That was, until he saw that the Italian had begun to vomit blood.
"Feliciano!" He yelled, rushing to Italy's side. He very rarely called Italy by his name, unless he was extremely worried about him.
Hearing this, Japan rushed in and gasped. "He-"
"I know! He is vomiting blood!"
"No!" Japan started as Germany finished the last letter sound of his sentence. "Look at his arm!"
Germany grabbed he vomiting man's and and gasped, then quickly dropped it. It was covered in rashes.
"G-Germany..." Italy muttered as he stopped vomiting. "P-Please..."
"Please what?!" Germany was very worried about his friend, staring at him with eyes widened from fear.
"Catch me..." As Italy said this, he passed out, into Germany's arms, who quickly picked him up bridal-style and carried outside.
"Japan, where is the nearest hospital?" He yelled, though he didn't mean to.
"Just down the road. What are y-" But before he could finish, Germany had begun to run, straight to the hospital.
Italy woke up just as Germany walked in the double-doors at the front of the building. He blinked and looked around, when his eyes caught Germany's face. He was panting and sweating. He looked very tired.
Did Germany carry me all the way here? Italy asked himself in his head. He sure is strong...
"H-Help him... Please..." Germany panted. People turned there heads and some nurses ran quickly over, because there was still blood splattered over his mouth and shirt from when he had been vomiting. The nurses brought a stretcher and some other things that Germany and Italy didn't know the names of and told Germany to set Italy on the stretcher. Softly, Germany set his arms on the stretcher, then slid them out from under the half-conscious man. As Italy was being wheeled away, though, Italy's finger gently clung to Germany's hand, until they were to far and broke away from each other. Germany blushed. He shook his head.
Please, just let him be okay. I couldn't live if something happened to him. Germany blinked, wondering what that meant. He went in the waiting room and sat, figuring out why he thought that.
Italy was his friend.
