It was just a normal world meeting and as usual, the countries weren't getting on. France and England were arguing as they normally do during a world meeting. Greece was sleeping through the whole meeting as normal. Spain was a little sad due to Romano not being present and he couldn't figure out the reason as to why. Every country was busy doing their own thing since the meeting had become one massive mess. As normal, nothing was getting done despite how hard some of the nations were trying. However, all of the nations fail to notice something rather important and no one was paying any attention.

A certain cheerful Italian was not his usual strange self. Italy had his head on the desk, a light red hue was dusted onto his cheeks and his breathing was slightly irregular. He was sick. Along with his brother who was at home resting which why he wasn't present. Although they were both ill, someone had to go to the meeting to make sure that they wouldn't miss anything important. Italy said that he would go due to Romano being a lot worse than him and he knew that his brother was unable to get out of bed. Italy felt even worse now that he was in the meeting and it felt like his head was being smashed against a brick wall. The meeting wasn't helping much, in fact, it was making him feel worse than he already was. A hand was placed gently on his shoulder which surprised but he didn't have enough energy to show it. Italy lifted his head to find Germany stood there. Concern and worry wrote across his face.

"Italy, are you okay?" The German asked in a worried tone.

"Si, I'm fine. I just need some air because I feel very warm." Italy replied as he stood up.

He slowly began to walk towards the exit and he could feel his body begging for him to rest. However, due to his fever being so bad now, he collapsed. Before his body could hit the floor, he was caught by Germany and he carefully lifted the Italian so that Italy was resting against him. By this point, all of the nations noticed and the meeting had fallen into complete silence. Japan made his way over to his allies, concern was written over his face which was a rare thing to see. Germany took off one his gloves and placed his hand against Italy's head.

"Italy, you're burning up," Germany said in a gentle tone. He knew that Italy must be in pain with a headache.

"Italy-Kun, why didn't you tell anyone?" Japan asked. He was very worried about Italy.

"I didn't want to worry anyone since you're all normally busy." The Italian replied weakly.

Germany sighed before standing up with Italy curled up in his arms. It was decided that Germany would take Italy home. As he began to walk out, Spain ran up to him.

"May I come?" He asked. He had been thinking about Romano throughout the meeting and now it made sense as to why the other Italian hadn't turned up.

Seeing Italy so sick made Spain realise that Romano is sick as well. Whenever one of the Italy Brothers is sick then the other one is sick too. Germany agreed to let Spain tag along and the pair began to walk out of the meeting. At this point, Italy had fallen asleep due to his fever and headache. The walk to the car was silent and Spain agreed to drive so Germany could stay with Italy in the back. The drive to Italy's house was quiet but the air was filled with concern and worry. Germany was worried about Italy while Spain was worried about Romano.

It didn't take them long to reach Italy's house. Spain opened one of the back doors of the car before opening the front door. Romano had given Spain a spare key in case something like this happened or Romano was lonely and need someone to throw insults at. Germany had managed to get Italy out of the car which was quite hard to do since he had been very careful and gentle with him. The German carried his sick friend into the house and up to his room. Germany had been here more times then he can count so he knew where Italy's room was. He gently laid Italy on his bed and took off parts of his uniform so he wouldn't get any worse along with making him more comfortable. Spain brought a bowl with some water and a damp cloth inside to help bring down the fever that was currently running its course.

"Romano is in a similar state," Spain said with a worried tone.

"It's not their economy so they both must be sick," Germany said while placing the damp cloth on Italy's forehead.

"I'm going to take care of Romano while you take care of Italy. Sound good?" Spain suggested.

"Yes, it sounds like a good idea." The German agreed to the suggestion.

Spain gave a warm smile before walking out of the room. Germany knew that the Spaniard would be more concerned for Romano since he did raise the angry Italian after all. They had a strange bond that Germany couldn't understand but he knew that they had each other's backs when it came down to it. Germany looked at the sleeping figure on the bed. Italy's breathing had evened out but he still had a pretty high fever. Concern and worry were still present within the German's facial features. Exhaustion began to fall over the German as his eyelids felt heavy and he let out a tired yawn.

A hand weakly touched one of Germany's which seemed to surprise him since he wasn't expecting it. Germany looked at the feverish Italian and Italy smiled weakly at him before saying:

"Stay with me."

Germany let a warm smile cross his lips before resting his head on the side of Italy's bed. Their fingers locked together as they both fell into a deep slumber.