The cold stethoscope graced over Italy's bare chest. Over his heart. Against his ribs. Everything was beating, expanding just fine. The English doctor leaned back up, taking the black rubber ends out of his ears. " Heat exhaustion, you say? " Germany nodded once, arms folded and trying not to make eye contact with the doc. Japan was the one to speak, both hands clasped in front of himself. " Yes. He has also been vomiting in the morning, acting fine the rest of the day until today. "

The Englishman raised a hand and scratched on his cheek. " I'd agree to overheating if it wasn't for the vomiting prior. How long did you say? " Germany muttered his answer. " Two months. But right afterward he'd stuff his face again. " Italy cut into the conversation, his fingers grasping the stethoscope. " I want pasta... " Doctor gently pried his instrument from wandering hands. " I want to run some blood tests. Can you two keep him calm and still? " Japan looked to Doitsu, knowing he was really the one to keep Italy shushed. Aside from stroking his curl.

Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed with an unhappy sigh, and Italy instantly sat up. " Doitsu! So you forgive yourself? " Blues widened... then glared. " I'm sitting here to keep you quiet. How are you feeling? " The doctor approached with the needle he got from a nurse, and jabbed it into the Italian's arm gently. But Feli didn't seem to mind at all. " Oh, pretty nurse... I'm so hungry, Doitsu! Can we get some penne after this? I cant w-... " And he glanced over to the needle. He watched it fill up with blood, jaw dropping slightly. Germany took his chin and yanked him back. " Don't stare at it! " But Feli's face grew a little pale as he muttered. " I'm filled with tomato sauce... "

The doctor took what he needed from Italy's veins and capped the needle. " I'll get these results back to you in a second. You're free to go to the cafeteria if you need to. " Italy was quick to try to stand up, but instead grabbed onto Germany. Leaning on him he groaned. " Pastaaa-uugh. " Arms almost instantly grasped the boy in a hug without a second thought. Ludwig was gentle with him now, laying him back onto the hospital bed. " Japan and I will get you something. Stay here. " The Asian bowed to the ill country, and ventured out with Germany.

" Ludwig-san... something could be very wrong with Italy. " Honda carried the food, a bowl of pasta and a salad with ranch dressing in a brown paper bag. Germany paid for it, so he figured he didn't have to carry it. But he did carry the guilt for all this. His shoulders and head low, hands in his pockets... " Or he's faking to get out of training. " Brown eyes narrowed. " He could die, and you're thinking he's faking to get out of training? Please, Doitsu-san... "

But as they climbed onto the flight of stairs and into Italy's hallway, they saw Italy poking his head out of the door. " Doitsuuu? Doitsu! " A desperate glint in his eye, both hands holding onto the door frame. Germany rushed to the door and grabbed onto him, pulling him close to his chest. Feliciano was trembling. " Th-the doctor, he, I dunno he, said no fish for me, and that I'll need paint and a clear room and... Balanced diet. " Poor Italy was shaken. Even when Russia was about, Ludwig never had seen his face in such shock.

Ludwig looked up to the Englishman, who was grinning and chuckling lightly. " What in the hell did you tell him! " The doctor took off his glasses, then re-applied them to look better at the papers before him. " In all my years of medical experience... I've never seen this. Your friend appears to be expecting. About three months into it, by these charts. "

The blonde's face shocked itself into a sickly white, feeling bile contort in his stomach. Honda, standing behind Germany in the hallway, was silent in amazement. He dropped the pasta and salad, and it thunked onto the floor. As quick as the shock hit them... Italy spoke. " Ve~, is that for me? "