Chapter Twenty-five:
A/n: Well...I have absoulty nothing to say..Nothing at all...Execpt my brother is leaving and he still wont give me my snuggie because he wants a freaking blanket with sleeves! * I don't know why my brother has to be such a jerk all the time! *
Disclaimer: Let me check the list of things I do own!...My car, check, my movies, yes, this story, yes, Italia...Yes...Let's see. No Hetalia on this list...Damn -_-
Italia fumbled through the medicine cabinet, not finding what she needed.
"Uhh, wo sum tuefel ist das scherzmittel? Hat jemand verdammt unterwegs oder was(1)?" Italia groaned one hand holding her stomach, while the other searched through the cabinet for the medication.
"Italia, you in there?" Italia jumped slightly at the sound of Gilbert's voice at the door." C'mon, and eat. West is worried about you. You never miss dinner!" Italia groaned, and searched through the cabinets again. "You ok? You better answer me before I bust down the door, and I know I'm right when I say that we both don't want that to happen because we both don't want to hear West lecture..Agian."
"Where's the pain medication? Did you guys move it again?" There was a slightly pause before he answered.
"Why do you need it?" He asked, and Italia could almost visual her uncle leaning against the door as if he were gonna run through it to get to her.
"I was sleeping, and woke up with a bad headache, and my stomach...It makes me feel like I'm gonna puke. So, where's the medication." As if to emphasize her point, she held her head as she began to feel dizzy again, not the Prussia could see her do so.
"West moved it into his bathroom. I'll go, and get you something if you go, and eat something. You know you can't take those pills on an empty stomach."
"If I eat something, I'll throw up." Italia warned as she opened the door. Prussia looked down at the child, and sighed as he shook his head.
"You look paler than usual. Do you have a fever?" He asked, kneeling down to her level, and putting an hand on her forehead." Well, you don't feel warm.." He mused. Italia moved her his hand away, and then started to walk to her room.
"I'll be fine. I'm gonna rest. Forget the medication." Italia said in short, clipped tones again, and then closed her bedroom door behind her, and was barely able to make it to her bed. She flopped down on it, and closed her eyes as she finally was able to get some sleep.
She awoke sometime later, it was night time, but she could see the hall way light was on, and there was some muffled noises coming from the living room. Italia sighed, and got up unsurely, her legs shaky. She sighed, and held onto the bed frame to wait for the strange wave of dizziness to go away like it tended to do. When it did, she walked out of the room, and down the hall. She followed after the voices, hoping to find some sort of comfort from how she was feeling.
"Italia, what are you doing up? You should be resting." Germany stated, walking over to her fastly, and helping her to the couch. Italy looked at her, his eyebrows arched in worry.
"You don't look so good. Do you want something to eat?" Italia nodded slightly, and moved her body to walk to the kitchen, but Ludwig gently put a hand on her chest, forcing her to sit back.
"You get one free card. You can eat in here tonight. You don't look like you can make it to the kitchen." There was apart of Italia that wanted to prove him wrong, and get up to walk to the kitchen, but she sighed, and laid back in the couch, her eyes half closed as if she'd fall asleep at any moment. She wasn't feeling well enough to argue.
"Ve~~, I'll go get the pasta."Venezino left the room to get the food for the sickly child.
"I..I don't think I could eat much." Italia looked at her caretaker, speaking as if she were already apologizing for something she hadn't done yet.
"It's ok. You just eat as much as you can handel to eat at the moment. I'm sure Italy will finish the plate for you." Ludwig lovingly moved some of her blonde hair from her pale, clammy face. "Here, I'll go get you a blanket, and it'll keep you warm." Prussia said, leaving to room. Italia sighed, and closed her eyes. Germany sat beside her, and took her hand, gently rubbing soothing circles on her palm hoping it would sooth her just like it use to. Italia relaxed a little bit., and then opened her eyes as Prussia laid a blanket over her thin body, and Italy came back with some food. Italia sat up, and took the plate. She slowly began to eat, feeling awkward as she felt all the eyes on her. Italy sat on the other side of her, watching carefully as she ate. He was prepared to take the plate from her the moment he saw that she had had enough food.
Italia didn't speak much as she ate, only focusing on getting her body what she knew it needed, rather than actually being hungry. Italia didn't notice, but somewhere between her starting to eat, and finishing eating her portion of food, Ludwig moved from rubbing calming circle on her palm, to gently stroking her hair, and keeping it out of her sweaty face.
"So...What's wrong with you?" Italia shrugged slightly, and then coughed, pushing the plate away from her. Italy took the plate before it caused a mess, and then sat it beside him. He then turned his attention back to the sickly child, waiting for her to answer Prussia's question. Italia shrugged.
"I haven't been feeling good for awhile, it's just gotten worse since..Since I spent the night with Mr. America and Mr. Britain." Germany sighed, and shook his head. Prussia chuckled a bit.
"So, Eyebrows cooking made you sick did it?" Italia shook her head.
"I hardly ate. I wasn't feeling good. All I had was some weird looking fruit thingies Mr. America called it Pineapple. That's all I ate." The trio nodded, and then Germany sighed.
"C'mon, let's take you back to your bedroom." Ludwig scooped the child up from the seat with a slight groan from the effort, and then walked to her bedroom. Italia glanced at him, and then laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes, and letting herself being comforted slightly by the sound of his heart beating in his chest. He opened the door, which was slightly ajar, with his foot, and then walked her to her bed, laying her down on the soft sheets. He put a blanket over her body, and then sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her pale face.
"You feel warm. I'll go get you a cool clothe." He said, standing up, and began to walk out of the room. Italia nodded slightly, and watched him leave. When she heard his footstep leave her room. She turned her head back to the window, and sighed heavily, closing her eyes slightly.
She wasn't aware of the time passing, but it seemed to tick by agonizingly slow. Finally, what seemed like days later, but it was only a few minutes later, Ludwig returned with a bucket of water, and a small towel. He turned on the light as he walked in, and sat the bucket down by her bed. He dipped the towel in water, rung it out, and then placed it on her head. Italia smiled slightly, and relaxed just a bit more. The cool rag made her face feel better.
"Ludwig?" She opened her eyes, and looked at him. He looked back at her, and nodded for her to continue. "Why am I so sick? It doesn't make sense for me to get sick so fast." Her caretaker nodded in agreement, and then made a face as he tried to think of a way to explain what was going on. He thought he would just answer in a simple way.
"Well, for a regular human it wouldn't make sense. However, you are a nation, a country, whatever you want to call it."
"What's the difference?" She asked, coughing slightly. Ludwig sighed, and shook his head. He couldn't believe he had missed this part in teaching her of becoming a good nation.
"Well, when our places are going through a tough time, we get sick. Something must have happened at your place to make you sick so fast, but don't worry about it. You just focus on getting better." Italia nodded, and closed her eyes again.
"I think I'm going to get some sleep. Good night, Ludwig." She said softly, quickly falling back asleep.
"Yeah, Guten Nauct(2)."He said, raising up, and leaving the room, being sure to shut off the light as he walked out...
Italia's condition, after awhile, looked like it was going to get better after a few weeks in bed, but then it went downhill fast again. Britain called a few times, asking to see his daughter again, but each time Ludwig would make up an excuse saying that she couldn't go, and see him. Though, he did tell Belgium what was going on after she called.
"She doesn't look so good." She said worriedly, putting a rag on her child's head. Italia was deep in sleep, completely ignorant to what was going on around her.
"Yeah. She's been like this for a month now." Belgium sighed, and shook her head.
"Well, she has to get better sometime. It can't last forever." She stated, smiling softly. Germany nodded.
"No sickness ever does." Germany said, looking at her with worry.
Italia's sickness contained for a few more months, though it was never serious enough that Germany felt the need to actually call a doctor in. She started to get on the mend again, and once she started to get better, she got better very fast. Soon enough, she was able to continue her schooling, and even training. However, there was a change in her personality. She was more hyper, and engertic, and more opionated than she was before she got sick. She got opionated to the fact she would get stubborn, and be aurgementive. This new development caused Ludwig to get headaches, and finally just caved in, and let the child believe what she wanted to believe, even if it made no sense. He had learned early on when she had started to change to let her do, and believe as she please, if he wanted to avoid arguing with her.
Britain called a few times to see if Germany would let her come, and finally, after the third call, Germany decided to let her go.
"Why do I have to go?" Italia pouted, crossing her arms. Germany sighed.
"He fathered you. You should get to know him." Italia sighed, and shook her head.
"I don't like him, Ludwig. I don't want to go." Italia whined, looking away. Germany sighed, and shook his head.
"You don't like him because you aren't familiar with him. You've always been like that towards strangers. Remember how long it took you to warm to Austria, and Hungary?" Italia thought for a moment, and then looked back at him with a shrug.
"Actually, correction Ludwig, I still don't like Mr. Austria. He's an ass."Ludiwg sighed heavily, and shook his head.
"Watch the language, Italia. Besides, I thought you said you liked him." Italia sighed, and shook her head.
"No, I said I liked his music."
"Ahh, I see." Italia nodded, and chuckled slightly with Ludwig. But finally, she sighed heavily, and nodded.
"But I guess I'll go, and visit him. Who knows, maybe I'll like him better when I get to know him better." Ludwig smiled, and stood up, ruffling his daughter's hair slightly.
"That's the sprit. Now, go pack your things. We'll be leaving in the morning. " Italia nodded, sighed, and trudged her way into her room.
As was expected, Italia was up the next morning. In fact, she was wake by five in the morning. Ludwig took her to the airport where they waited a few minutes before Britain showed up. While they waited for him to spot them, Germany took the extra time to give her some pieces of advice.
"Remember to use your manners. Say please when you want some, and thank you when you receive the item. Make sure you use Mr. before addressing him, but when you're out in public amongst regular humans, use his human name. Stay quiet, and don't act the way you've been acting lately. He's way older than me so he's a bit more stuffier." Italia snickered slightly at the last comment. Ludwig smiled in amusement." Something funny about what I said?"
"I doubt there's anyone, human or not, more stuffier than you Ludwig. "She giggled again. Germany smiled, and shook his head.
"Are you listening, Italia?"
"Yes, Mr. Ludwig," She remarked, rolling her eyes.
"Good. Be on your best behavior, you hear me." Italia nodded, and then smiled as Britain came into view.
"Well, Good Morning, how are you?"
"We are good." Germany answered, and then motioned to Italia. She gave Arthur her best smile, and bowed out of respect.
"Guten Morgen, Mr. Kirkland. I hope the ride here wasn't that...Horrible." Italia smiled, and looked Britain in the eyes as she finished her sentence. She hoped her pointless didn't seem too...Forced.
Britain merely looked at the kid with slight confusion.
'I wonder why she's being overly nice. I got the impression she didn't like me. Maybe Germany spoke to her. Yes, that has to be.'
England smiled warmly, getting over the initial awkwardness of Italia being nice to him.
"Well, it wasn't that bad. Just a regular plane ride. Are you ready?" Italia nodded, and then looked at Ludwig with one last pleading look.
"I'll see you in a few weeks." He told her in German, and then nodded in Britain's direction." Take care of her. Call me if..if there's any problems."
"Right, I will." Britain said polity, and then looked at the child, who was still holding the overly pilte grin until Germany was out of sight. When he was out of sight, she dropped the smile, and suddenly looked annoyed.
"Let's get on the plane already." Italia mumbled, picking up her few bags, and walking towards the run away. Arthur sighed heavily, and followed after her.
'Seems she'll be a handful.' He thought as they took their seats on the plane.
A/n:So, my sister is having a baby! I just found that out! it makes me soo happy! Anyways, my brother left...And he still didn't give me my damn snuggie! * I'm pretty sure they have freaking snuggie's in Germany! Actually...I don't think I want it back when he comes back home XDD. Anyways, know it's a bit late, but I'm officially making a pairings in this. I think I might make Gerita(still debating) a pairing Spamano, USUK(also debating because I might want to make Belgium England a pairing)and oc course a oc pairing with Nicolai, and Italia. Because Nicolai may grow up looking like Romano, but he has Spain's personality, and he's very flirty. I kinda want to make him be a foil to Italia's personally, but I'm not sure how great a deal I'm doing with that. Let me know people! Anyways, right, the next chapter. Well, Italia spends some time with Brittan. I decided to add in her adventures with Britain in this story instead of making another story with those time included. I won't include all of them, just most of them within the next few chapters, just so it will prolong the story because I am growing more attached to this story, and then I will end the story.*sigh* Then, I'll take a break from Italia and work on some of other stories I have posted up here. So, what's in store for the next chapter, you ask? Well, Italia causes some trouble for Britain. What happens then? Well, he doesn't call Germany, cuz he thinks he can handle it on his own. What trouble does she cause, you ask? Well, you'll have to read to find out ;). So, until next time, please, please remember to never show bear skin around France(you never know what he might do*shiver*) and remember never, ever mention America's name to Russia(it makes him angry...and nobody wants an angry Russian running around... Unless you do, then go ahead and mention America to Russia...But don't come running to me for help cuz I'll just say I told you so...) And as always, Read, enjoy, and review if you want, nobody's forcing you to(unless they actually are...then I don't know what to do about that situation 0.o) Hasta La Pasta~~!