Sorry this was late! I didn't have time to type it up.

I've been more busy with my Letters, French From The Pan! Letter's fic, and also with school work.

This will be completed though! almost to the end anyway.

Last Time: Italy gets a call from Germany while at Russia's house. He refuses to tell him why he is helping Russia, and it makes Germany(and Japan) suspicious. After Italy hung up, Japan and Germany decided on getting in touch with the former Allied Powers for a rescue plan.

Chapter 13:
Not Planning a Climax

"Mhh..."

"He looks much worse than yesterday.."

"Perhaps it gets worse before going away?"

"Che, don't kid yourself, damn Ruski. The kid's gotten worse."

The three nations stood in Alexi's spacious bedroom. Feliciano had come in to find Alexi tossing in his sleep again, even more sweaty and clammy than before. He looked quite uncomfortable, flushed, and feeble. Even through the night Feliciano had heard him have almost inhuman sounding coughing fits, and other unpleasant sounds. Something was genuinely wrong and it was getting to the point where they couldn't simply handle it with just the three of them.

Alexi was still tossing in his bed as Ivan continued to pace back and forth, trying to think of a reason why he wasn't getting better. Romano was sitting in the desk chare near the window and Italy was in the bathroom wetting another wash cloth to place on the young boy's forehead.

"I trust it is not how we have been taking care of him that is not working." he deduced. Romano's facial expression blatantly showed that he was thinking 'no shit Sherlock'.

"Perhaps other reasons?" He asked himself. 'Would it have to do with exposure of-..no, I have been living under such for years...Ah!'

"His country."

"Hm?" The Italy brother's turned their gaze to Russia, they were both standing on either side of Alexi's bed.

"Something must be going on with his country." He repeated. Italy nodded in agreement.

"Ve, that's probably it!..But what happened? I hope it isn't anything t-too bad.." he suddenly grew worried. Romano simply left the room, muttering something about going to look on the Internet.

"Mhh..Hot.." Alexi mumbled from his ruffled bed sheets, shifting and causing the wash cloth to flop off of his face. He began to cough even more, covering his mouth with his sleeve. Feliciano sighed and put the cloth back on for him.

"We'll open the window a little and leave the door open, Bene?" Italy said to him, already heading over to the window. He heard a slight groan in response, and more shifting form the bed. After cracking the window open a little, he left the room and left the door ajar. Ivan patted him on the head and then left for the living room as well.

"Guess you were right, Russo bastardo." Romano said when he had finally found the information they had been looking for.

"His country has been hit by the recessions too. It's been causing depleting health conditions and now that he is sick many more people in his country are falling ill too."(1) Romano explained. He had looked a few places but he managed to find things on Romanian media websites that he was able to translate(with Google's help of course).

Ivan frowned. "Is it disease? Or a break out of the flu."

Romano clicked a few things before answering again. "..Um."

"What." Ivan sounded a bit demanding.

"The most prominent illness is Tuberculosis."(2) He said not looking away from the screen. Russia felt the gravity of the situation slam down on his shoulders. It was that serious?

"He hasn't shown specific symptoms, Da?"

"We thought it was a simple coincidence, but he coughed up a little blood yesterday." Feliciano confessed. Ivan wondered how the hell they could think that was a coincidence, but then he remembered; they're Italian. They aren't exactly the smartest nations. He gave a shaky sigh.

"M-Maybe he won't get all the symptoms? He is a country after all. Things are different for us. I'm sure it isn't as bad.." Italy pointed out, trying to cheer him up. Romano quickly shot him down.

"This is still way too much for us to handle, idiot fratello! We can't kee-"

Slam.

"China! I choose you!"

"China is not here you git!"

"Hohohon~ Conquest!"

"Please, France-san, keep your hands to yourself."

"Halt den Mund! Will you all just shut up! We- Italy!"

"..When did you all get into my home?" Russia stared then down, with his now plastered on smile. Though, you couldn't really call it a smile. America pointed at him with his index finger.

"Russia! Your terrorizing is over! The hero shall defeat you! Rah!" He launched himself at the tall Russian, forcing his rival to fall tumbling under his weight to the hard wood floor. They began to wrestle while the others began to bicker.

"Germany! Japan! What are you doing here? ..Why did you bring Big Brother France and everyone else?" Italy kept watching the latter two countries wrestle with his two friends, and also watch England and France fight.

"We thought you were in danger, Italy-san."

"Oh, No I'm not! Me and fratello were just helping, like I told you! Right fratello?" Feliciano turned to his brother who was still sitting. He glared at him.

"Dumbass." he retorted. "Why would you tell people!" He began yelling at him, only adding to the commotion going on in the living room.

"Mhh...W-What's goin' on?" A little voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs. All the nations stopped and glanced over. Apparently Alexi had been woken up from all the noise and came downstairs, dragging his stuffed animal with him, and having Noua come down the stairs with him. The little beagle pup was sitting at his side, and he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"What's a little kid doing here dude?"

"He's adorable! So mignon!" France cooed. "He must be my little brother!"

"Not this again! You always assume every little boy is yours in some way! What if he is my little brother?"

"He is neither, Da?" Russia quickly ended that tirade before it began.

"Hey, So what's your name kid?" Alfred asked.

"..R-Romania."

(1)- This isn't true as far as I know, I'm just making it up for the sake of the story.

(2)- This is what Wikipedia says anyway.

Translations!

Bene(Italian) - Okay

Russo bastardo(Italian) - Russian Bastard

mignon(French) - Cute