(edited formatting 6-26-2014)

A/N: Hello Everyone! I found enough energy to post an update. My hands aren't sore any more either, so I'm taking advantage of the situation to fight my writer's block with a passion. My Drs are still clueless as to what exactly has my body in a wreck, but that aside, I hope y'all like this one.

~SeriPhe out!

!Disclaimer!

I do not own anything related to Hetalia, or any other works that I may reference in my writings. If I could own any of these characters, Spamano would be a canon storyline…along with many other tasty pairings….!

End of Disclaimer

CHAPTER 14

Fever

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ANTONIO'S POV

I just barely manage to catch Lovi under the armpits, and save his face from a definite carpet burn, as he collapses. I had just told him that he really needed rest because he has a fever, but I didn't realize that he might pass out or anything like that.

"Dios mio, Lovi." I mutter under my breath as I carefully lift him to the bed.

I manage to get him adjusted in the bed so that he's not putting any pressure on his left shoulder. Now what am I supposed to do? It's Saturday, so there aren't any doctor's offices open, and I'm pretty sure that if I took him to the ER he would kill me for taking him. And I promised not to tell anyone about his curse, too.

I guess I'll have to take care of him until his parents get home. Or his brother. Now that I think about it, he does have a twin. I've seen Feli at school before. He's always hanging around Gil's little brother, Ludwig. I wonder if he knows about Lovi's curse. Or that he's sick and injured.

Maybe I can find a phone number for their parents in the house. Maybe in the kitchen.

As I'm about to head downstairs to search for numbers, Lovi makes a small sound.

His eyebrows are knitted together like he's having a bad dream. I put my hand on his forehead and realize that he's really, really feverish. His cheeks are starting to look a little red too.

I'll look for those numbers in a minute. First I head for Lovi's bathroom and find a clean washcloth. I soak it in cold water from the sink, and squeeze out the extra.

I quickly place it on Lovi's forehead. He flinches a little at the contact, but then he relaxes a little. I watch him for a minute, then head for the kitchen to find those numbers.

LOVINO'S POV

My head fucking hurts. When I open my eyes, I realize that I'm back in my bed. Maybe I just dreamt that Antonio came over. I glance over at my alarm clock to see what time it is only to be reminded by the blank display that I unplugged the damn thing this morning. I sit up slowly.

I flinch as something falls off my forehead into my lap. It's a slightly damp washcloth. It looks like I wasn't dreaming that the Spaniard came over. He must have put me to bed and applied the compress after I blacked out.

But it looks like the bastard already left. Figures. I told him to leave after all. Why do I feel so disappointed though?

I guess it's because, even though he's a complete idiot, I thought he might have actually cared enough to stay with someone who was unconscious. Guess it goes to show that even the friendlier people in the world just doesn't care about others. I mean, it's not like we are friends or something like that.

"He doesn't give a shit. Just like the rest of the world." I mutter out loud. I don't expect my bedroom door to open at that moment and see the damned Spaniard himself suddenly staring at me with wide eyes.

"Lovi! You're awake! Are you feeling any better?" he practically runs over to the side of my bed.

I don't believe it. He stayed. I'm not gonna let him know that I'm happy about it though.

"What are you still doing here, bastardo?" I grumble at the happy-go-lucky brunette.

"Huh?" he looks shocked that I asked. "I couldn't just leave you here all alone Lovi. You're sick."

"So what were you doing while I was out cold?" I'm genuinely curious.

"I was downstairs hunting for emergency contact numbers." He explains. "I was going to call your brother or your parents and let them know you were sick and that I would stay until they got here, or take you to the hospital if you got worse."

He had to mention them. Even if I'm used to it, it still hurts when somebody mentions them. I can't help but smile sadly at the fact that he doesn't have a damn clue what mentioning them makes me feel.

"Lovi? What's wrong, amigo?" his green eyes must have caught sight of my expression.

I don't want to have to tell anyone my story, but I guess I have no fucking choice. If I don't he'll keep making the same damn mistake. But then he'll probably start treating me and Feli with pity like everyone who manages to find out. That, or he'll turn us in. And that'll cause Nonno to make us move.

"You won't find any emergency contacts, bastard." I mutter the words quietly, not trusting my voice not to waver if I speak louder. "Me and Feli live here alone. Our parents died a long time ago."

I hear him inhale softly.

"And before you say anything, we do have a guardian. Nonno is out of town right now, but he usually stays at a flat on the other side of town. So don't go reporting us to child protective services or anything like that. Me and Feli are already seventeen, and we'll be eighteen and legal in about six months."

I hear him sigh and I mentally brace myself for the pity party.

"Well. I guess that means I'll just have to take care of you until you're better then."

My head jerks up and I meet his bright green eyes in shock. I don't know what else he could have said that could have surprised me more than that one line. He'll take care of me? That's the first time anyone has even shown any concern for me. People have always worried about Feliciano way more than they have about me. And he just said that and didn't even try to pity me.

This bastard is most definitely a one of a kind idiot.

National reviews:

Spain: Looks like I get to take care of mi tomate~ yay! *glomps Romano*

Romano: Oh hell...*attempts to escape Spain's hug* Stay the fuck away, Bastardo

Spain: But Roma~ you know care!

Romano: *glares at Seri* Get him off of me or so help me Seri...

Me: *chuckles* but the love in the air is making me feel better...

Romano: *escapes Spain at last and lunges at Seri* SeriPhe!

Me: *squeals and laughs avoiding the tackle and hides behind Spain* Hehe

Romano: *launches himself at SeriPhe only to be caught by Spain in another hug* AH HELL!

Spain: Be nice to the author Roma~. If you make her mad, she'll write bad things.

Romano: *pales at the thoughts of what Seri could write* Mi dispace, Seri.

Me: Well, Look forward to the next chapter at a later date...

Coming Soon: Chapter 15 Cleaning Curls