Sorry for the wait! Anyway I would like to thank all the reviewers and readers! Well here's chapter 4! Also in this particular story countries can die… So please no flames for that… I hate flames…

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HETALIA or house…

Spain continued running till he reached Romano's house. He burst through the door calling out Romano's name. When he didn't get a reply he headed upstairs to Romano's room. He knocked on the wooden door.

"Lovi!" Spain opened the door and gasped. Romano was doubled over coughing and barfing his guts out. When he finally lay back down he was gasping for air. "Lovi what's wrong? Do you need to go to the doctors?" Spain said concern covering every detail.

"I'm fine… I don't need… doctor…" Romano could barely talk without coughing after every few words. Spain sighed.

"Lovi you're not ok. We need to get you to the hospital, this could be serious."

"Or just a… stomach virus."

"Lovi it could be Swine flu."

"It could… be raw fish."

"Lovi!"

"SPA…IN!" Spain gave up; there was no way he was getting Lovi to get checked out.

"Fine but if you get any worse were going to the hospital got it?"

"Yeah, yeah…" Romano's phone rang, he groaned and motioned for Spain to leave the room. "Hello?"

"Boss, we've destroyed the German's air craft's." Romano grinned.

"Very good." Romano hung up, happy with the news he had just received. It didn't last long, though. Within the next few moments he fell to the floor seizing. Spain hearing the crash ran into the room, he fell next to Romano, trying to keep him still like he's seen in House. He reached for his phone and within minutes an ambulance was heard.

Three nurses and a doctor carried Romano out of the house on a stretcher. Spain sat in the back of the ambulance holding Lovi's hand all the way to the hospital.

AT THE HOSPITAL IN AN ALL TO WHITE ROOM

Spain sat next to Lovi's bed for hours waiting for the test results. After another 3 hours the doctor finally returned, Romano called him a bastard for having them wait for 5 hours.

"I'm sorry for the wait; we double checked your results. I'm sorry but you've been poisoned." The doctor said checking his notes.

"Wai- What?" Romano sputtered. Spain had tears streaming down his face, he just got Lovi back, he didn't want to lose him again.

"Is there anything we can do?" Spain asked a pleading look in his eyes.

"Yes there's almost always something. We'll give him some medication and keep him here for about a week." The doctor said before turning to grab a needle." This will only feel like a pinch."

"NO! YOU BASTARD GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!" Romano tried to struggle away from the hand on his arm. The doctor ignored his pleas and injected him with some kind of medicine.

"OWW! YOU BASTARD!" Romano yelled as the doctor placed a band-aid on his arm. RING, RING. Romano's phone went off. He reached over and grabbed it off the side table.

"Hello? Damn it… I'll be there soon…" CLICK. "Antonio I gotta go…"

"ARE YOU INSANE?"

"It's the mafia, I have to go…" Romano whispered into Spain's ear. Spain only sighed. He could tell by the strain in Romano's voice that it was important.

"Um, I guess so…" Spain said reluctantly. Romano ripped the cords and needles out of his arms.

"You can't leave the hospital." The doctor called as Romano walked down the hall in a hospital gown.

"FUCK OFF BASTARD." Roman called before walking out the emergency exit.

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