As I heard older brother coming back with younger brother and Mr. Japan, I hastily I phased out the room. I soon heard the sound older brother and younger brother opening the door, followed by the sounds of footsteps, before stopping completely.

It was silent for a moment, until the sound of younger brother's voice, broken it "Looks like he has a fever. Here put this on your head"

I then heard Mr. Japan's voice "Sumimasen, but we might have to cancel the party, if Italy-san is not well enough to attended"

"What! Italia's party might be canceled? Damn my one only chance to my love might be lost! Wait! What does Fake Italy have to do with the status of the party?" I questioned myself, as tried to think of what connection Fake Italy has to my love's party, but the thought was quickly brushed off, when I heard a muffling voice, followed by some coughing.

It sounded like Fake Italy, protesting about the suggestion, but the voice was too low for me to hear what he was saying. I soon heard younger brother spoke up in anger tone "Nein buts, Italy! You're staying in bed!"

I then heard the muffling voice and a few coughs again, before Mr. Japan's voice stopped It "Sumimasen for interrupting again, but we do have five days, until the party. If Italy-san gets plenty of rest and take it easy, we still might able to have the party"

Then I heard a soft cheer, before older brother said "That might be an awesome idea! Well, how about it west?"

"Fine! But you're staying here, until you get better and I better not get off bed, expect to go to the bath room, got it!" Younger brother said in a stern tone. As I cheered in my head, I heard Fake Italy and older brother cheering alone with me.

I then heard a bit muffling sound, before hearing them all left and younger brother saying he'll be back later with some food and some medicine later.

As I heard the door closing, I phased back into the room to see Fake Italy sleeping with a smile on his face. I smiled with him, hoping that he will get better by the time of the party.


After a while, I heard the others coming back and passed back outside, before the door opened. I soon heard them walking, before hearing younger brother waking Fake Italy up. Some shuffling sounds was heard before younger brother spoken up "Here, take this"

Immediately more shuffling sounds were heard. "What Is going on in there?" I questioned.

Curious, I poke my head thought the wall. I soon saw Fake Italy hiding under the covers, while younger brother sat in a chair, right next to a try of food, with Mr. Japan and older brother watching from behind, holding a bottle full pink colored liquid in one hand and a spoon with the same colored liquid in another.

"Italy!" younger bother said, sounding a bit irritated.

Fake Italy then hoarsely begged "No, plea-se, don't-make me dri-nk tha-t, Ger-many!" while stopping now and then to chough. I don't comprehend, what's all the fuss for, it's better than Bloodletting; which is process where you either have a certain area of the body cut open, for certain amount of days, depending on the season and let the blood drain in a bowl or use leaches suck out the blood.

I remember back when I was alive, I had to get Bloodlet several times, it hurt and I did feel a bit more light-headed, after word. I just don't see how drinking some pink stuff could be that bad?"

Older brother then spoke "Come on, west! That stuff is unawesomeliy nasty!"

"SHUT IT, BRUDER!" younger said in an anger tone, before sifting his back towards Fake Italy and said "Italy! Drinking or there'll be no party!" said younger brother.

Fake Italy then begged, while coughing some more "Awww! No Germ-any plea-se don't!"

"Then, take it!" Younger brother said in anger tone.

"Okay, Germany!" Fake Italy said in defeat. Younger brother then reach the spoon out towards. Fake Italy heisted for a bit, before letting the spoon enter his mouth. He then scrunched up his face, before saying "EW! EW! EW! AWWW! GERMA-NY!"

By the look of his face, I assume it was vile, though I 'am sure it tasted better than Mr. England's cooking. My stomach still does somersaults every time I think about it.

"Here" younger brother said, as he handed Fake Italy a glass of water.

Fake Italy quickly took it and drink it ever last drop. After he finished, he said "Grazie!" before handing the glass back to younger brother.

Younger brother sigh. He then said "There food right here you, if you feel like eating. I'll be back, with more water. Just get some sleep"

"Okay. Grazie, Germany;" Fake Italy said, as he gave him a smile.

He then lied back down and closed his eyes, while younger brother and the others left.

I phased my entire body back into the room. I then kept watchful eye on him.


Four days had already passed and it looks like Fake Italy has gotten better. He seemed to be more active, happy, coughing a lot less, but younger brother said he still was sick and need a bit more rest.

Since Fake Italy was doing okay decided to take a stroll around the house for a bit, until I reached the kitchen. I soon stopped, when I overheard older brother and younger brother talking to each other.

"Hey, west? The awesome me is going out with the awesome France for a while"

"Fine! Just don't get into any more trouble!"

"When has the awesome me gotten into any trou- wait! Don't unawesomely answer that! Well, see'ya!"

"Bis später"

"Where could he and France be heading?" I thought to myself. I took a bit , before I decided to go followed older brother. Fake Italy appear to be getting better and I know younger brother will be there if anything goes wrong.


Author's Note: Yay! Finished with another chapter! Oh? By the way, the whole Bloodletting and leaches thing, that was in here; yeah, that actually did do that in ancient times, it was actually pretty common thing. I know, it's bazar. I remember seeing on TV a few times and look up it a bit more of it on the internet, not so long ago. It was true. You'll be surprised of what kind of stuff they used and had used back in then and what kind of uses they did with those stuff.