A/N: A little Spin-off from the last three chapters. This is like a small one-shot (or not), so I guess I'm going to call it like that. Hetalia doesn't belong to me, characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Enjoy this one-shot!

Wurst Is His Cure!

Germany couldn't figure it out. How the holy fuehrer did he get sick? He was fine the other day and look at him now! He's guessing it has to be with Italy being sick, but he's not sure. Plus, he hated being sick because that meant he had to deal with his obnoxious excuse of a brother named Prussia.

"Here ya go, West!" Prussia exclaimed, placing a bowl of soup in front of the German, "I made chicken soup just for jou!" Germany looked down at the cuisine, and felt nauseous just looking at it. The liquid was fine, but the chicken noodles, good lord; they didn't look like chicken soup at all!

Germany grabbed the soup bowl, the spoon in the bowl, ready for it to be eaten. "Danke, bruder." Germany said, accepting the horrible cooking and began eating the soup.

"Don't have to zhank me," Prussia said, going over to the door, and soon closed it when he left. "England made the chicken soup for me." Germany's eyes widened and he soon spitted out the liquid in his mouth. Prussia began to laugh his obnoxious laugh.

"Kesesesese! Zhank goodness I'm not sick!" Prussia exclaimed, leaving the German by himself and shutting the door shut. Germany wiped his mouth, and placed the toxic soup on top of his drawer. Yup, this was not his day.

He had a fever of over thirty-nine Celsius, a bit better than Italy's. He had a sore throat, runny nose, and he couldn't move from his bed. But the reason he wants to know is: Why? Just three days ago he was taking care of the Italian, and now looked what happened.

Germany is still thinking that it probably has to do with the pasta that he made for Italy, since after the little incident with the first try, but he thought that couldn't be it. Germany was so deep in thought that he didn't hear someone ringing the doorbell.

Prussia raised an eyebrow as the familiar sound of the door bell rang loud and clear. "Vhat? Vho could zhat be?" Prussia asked, Gilbird on top of his head. He then went to the front door, and opened it. "Yes? Vhat do you vant?" Prussia asked, not looking who it was.

"Ciao, Prussia!" Italy exclaimed, smiling at the Prussian and holding up a container in his hands. Prussia then noticed it was the lovable Italian man, and he gave a sincere smirk to him. It was still pretty cold outside, and Italy was wearing his winter clothes.

"Oh, Italy! Vhat brings jou here?" Prussia asked, letting Italy in. Veneziano only smiled, and got into the toasty house. Italy then took off his jacket, and looked at the stairs that lead to Germany's room.

Italy was worried for the sick German, and thought that maybe making homemade cooking might make him feel better, but he isn't sure that it will help or not. "Ve, I brought this to help cheer Germany up." Italy said, holding up the container. "Can I go see him?" Prussia nodded, and let the Italian go upstairs to see his brother.

Germany was now coughing viciously, and his fever still getting higher and higher. "Ugh... How can this day get any vorse?" He asked to himself, as began to wipe his nose with a tissue.

"Hey Germany!" Italy said happily, waving his hand at the German once he opened the door.

"Of course..." The German muttered, turning his head to the right and felt that something was going to happen later. Italy smiled, while the German's older brother was behind him.

"Yo West! Looks like jou have a visitor!" Prussia exclaimed, "Vell then, zhat means I don't have to take of jou anymore!" Germany raised an eyebrow as his older brother began to walk away.

"Vhere are you going?" Germany asked, looking at him.

So did Italy, as they both saw Prussia leaving his room. "Have to bozher Austria. Later, unawesome bruder and Italy!" Prussia shouted, and closed the front door.

Italy heard the Prussian closing the door, and waited for Germany to say something. No one said a word. That is, until Italy spoke up. "It's nice seeing you again, Germany." Italy said shyly, a small heart forming on his curl.

Germany nodded, and crossed his arms. "Ja. So, anyzhing new happened vhen I vas not in your place?" Italy smiled, and sat down in the bed of the German.

"Yes. Once you left, fratello came in with big brother Spain and we all chatted. It was nice really, talking to people when you have a fever." Italy said, a small blush appearing his cheeks. "Then, once they left to go their places, I felt a lot better and made my own pasta for the evening."

Germany smiled, and chuckled at this. Yes, this Italian may love pasta, and talks a lot, but that's what Germany likes about him. "I made a really good one. I made it with the tomatoes that Spain brought in and when I was looking for pasta, I saw that someone brought in the entire collection! It was a miracle, Germany!"

This time, Germany stopped chuckling, and stared at the Italian. Though Veneziano took no notice and still began to talk. "It had macaroni, ravioli, and lots more! Now I can eat as much pasta as I want until Spring comes back again!"

Germany smiled, and touched Italy's hand. The auburn-haired man took notice of this, and stared at the blonde. "Germany?" He asked, looking at him with his eyes closed.

"Vhat's in the container?"

"Excuse me?"

"Zhe container, jou know, zhe one that you have in your hand." Germany said, pointing at the dish in Italy's other hand. Veneziano blushed, and smiled awkwardly at him.

"Oh, right. This was for you." Italy said, giving him the container. "I heard from the small meeting around Austria that you weren't present, and so I got worried. You were supposed to be in that meeting, but you weren't." Germany nodded at this, and remembered it clearly.

All the German speaking countries (Including Prussia), had to meet up in Austria to talk about their finances and how they could work together, but Germany wasn't there so the others to go on without him. "Ja, I told zhem I was sick..." The German said, nodding.

Italy sighed in relief, and opened the container slowly. "Then when I asked Mr. Austria what happened, he said that you were sick so I made you something."

The German looked over to Italy, his eyes widened. "Italy, you don't have to do zhat..." The German said, feeling his upper cheeks reddening. Italy just smiled, and showed him what was inside.

"I made you wurst." Italy said, showing him the almost burnt sausages. "It took me seven tries, and on the third time, I actually burned myself, but it was no deal really. I was surprised I could do this."

Germany felt his cheeks burn more, and look down at the almost perfect sausages. "Vell, you almost had it..." Germany tried to compliment to the Italian, and it worked a bit. Italy smiled, and looked down at the food as well.

"I hope you get better soon..." Italy said, "I was worried... I guess I gave you my fever..." Germany looked over to the Italian, and shook his head.

"Nein, it can't be zhat." Germany said, "It must've been somezhing else." Italy then looked at the German, and sighed.

"Yeah but... I feel like it was my fault you got the fever..." Italy said, looking down guiltily, "I was worried, Germany... When you didn't contact me when you got sick..." Germany felt bad now; his friend was worried for him.

"But now... Now that I see that you got a bit better, I feel happy." Italy said, smiling at the German, "I feel happy I could see your face again, Germany." The German now felt his whole face go red now, probably because of his fever and the embarrassment that was happening right now.

"Anyvays..." Germany said, shaking his head from the earlier thought, "Can I eat the wurst you made?" Italy nodded happily, and took out the fork that was in the container.

"Ve, is it okay that I can feed you?" Italy asked, smiling at the German with an innocent smile on his face. Germany, felt his cheeks burning up for the third time, nodded.

"Ja... I don't see vhat's zhe problem vith zhat..." Germany commented. Italy smiled, and plucked the wurst into the fork.

"Okay Germany, say ah..." Italy said, a small light blush appearing on his face as the fork went over to Germany's side. Germany did as he was told, and took a bite out of the wurst. As he began to chew and swallow it, Italy smiled. "Well? How is it?" Italy asked, waiting for his response.

Germany blinked, and looked up and down towards the half-eaten wurst and the Italian. "Did jou say jou made zhis?" Germany asked, disbelief in his eyes. Italy nodded, and was confused as Germany then had a thought on his head.

Italy can cook my favorite dish... Mein gott... Germany thought, shaking his head. Nein! H-He can't be the person vho made zhat! It's too... Perfect... With that, Germany face was all red again, and this time, it was the fever.

"Ah! Germany has a fever again!" Italy exclaimed, as he saw the sudden temperature of the German rising quickly. "I need to call somebody!" And with that, Italy almost called Japan, but Germany got to him before he did.

"Nein Italy... I'm fine..." Germany slurred out, coughing, "Just had a quick zhought, and vell, I guess it got the best out of me." Italy stopped what he was doing, and sniffed.

"Ve, don't scare me like that, Germany!" Italy whined, small tears forming around his closed eyes. "I was worried!" Germany chuckled, and shook his head lightly.

"You didn't answer my question..." Italy said, half-smiling, "So, how was it?"

"It vas..." Germany tried to think of a term of the food that the Italian made, and blushed, "Almost zhere."

"Ve? I thought I had it right this time..." Italy said, disappointment appearing in his voice. Germany smiled lightly, and breathed out.

"But it vas good..." Germany said afterwards, "Really good."

This time, the Italian smiled, and held on the German's arm. "Really Germany?" He asked, happy that his friend complimented him like that. Germany nodded, and smiled back.

"Ja."

Italy smiled, and wiped a small tear forming around his eye. "That's good..." Italy said. Germany nodded, and coughed lightly.

"I zhink I feel better..." Germany said, "I guess the wurst actually helped." Italy's face brightened up, and hugged the German.

"Yay! I cured Germany!" Italy exclaimed, smiling. Germany chuckled, and placed his hand on Italy's head.

"Zhen zhat means that you'll be having training early in the morning tomorrow." Germany stated, smirking lightly as then Italian pulled away from the German.

"No Germany! Training is just too much!" Italy whined. Germany laughed, and had a smile appearing his face. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all...

And here you go! I'm sorry if this wasn't what you expected, but I tried my best, I'm sorry. This was probably not a one-shot, and I feel bad. I'm sorry again. Please, if there are any mistakes please tell me, and I will change them. So I guess here you have it, the whole Cure thing with Germany and Italy! It has been a lot of fun, and now I will see what I can do next!

Ciao!

~MoonlightStar400