Infection
A/N: Alright. So I've started outlining the story in detail and it's looking like a long one. Not long as in 10 chapters. Try 4 or 5 times that length. Ha! Well, I'm outlining it so that when I go back to school, it won't be a pain to type this. I'll just have to follow my outline and get the story typed! Which should mean eventually I'll get into a pattern of a chapter every week or every other week at some point! However, this is summer for me so, even though its only been a few days, I feel no shame in putting up chapter 3 already. So, here you go!
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Alright. Honestly this time, here you go. Oh, and I'm only putting the translations to larger fragments/sentences at the bottom if I decide to use them and not translate them in the story. Stuff like Mein Gott you can look up on your own if you really don't know it.
Germany knocked on Feliciano's door, slightly irritated. "Italy! Get up!" When no response came, the German knocked again. "I said get up! You can't possibly still be asleep!" He let himself in, seeing no issue with it since the Italian had no issue waltzing into his room anytime he felt like it. "Italy, you missed training again." The Italian didn't stir. He was just lying there, breathing evenly. "Mein gott, there's no vay you're still asleep. Italy!" Germany walked over to the bed, shaking the sleeping body slightly.
When the only response he got was a pillow to the face, he couldn't help but be more irritated. "Get up! You can't skip-"
"Andate via! Non mi sento bene! Non mi interessa della tua formazione cazzo, voglio solo dormire!"
The German stood confused by the sudden language switch. He didn't know that much Italian. "Vhat?"
Feliciano rolled over to face his love, looking up at him slightly before closing his eyes again and sighing. "Andate via, go away. Non mi sento bene, I don't feel well. Non mi interessa della tua formazione cazzo voglio solo dormire, I don't care about your fucking training, I just want to sleep."
Standing in silence, Ludwig glanced around the darkened bedroom before looking –slightly more sympathetically- upon his Italian boyfriend. "You're sick?"
"sì"
Reaching his hand out slowly, the German brushed some hair away from Feliciano's face and placed his large hand on the Italian's forehead, doing a temperature estimate. He felt decently cold and, to be honest, looked terrible. His face was of a pale color, unusual for the usually tan Italian, and he had bags under his eyes as if he'd been deprived of sleep rather than sleeping all day.
Sighing, he nodded. "Ja, you're sick alright."
The Italian, eyes still closed, smiled. "I think I know what being sick feels like..."
"Ja, but I vouldn't be surprised if-"
He shook his head. "I wouldn't lie about skipping. I'd just tell you I didn't want to go or make up something completely ridiculous that you probably knew right away was a lie."
The German smiled, looking at him. "I suppose you're right. Do you need anything?" The Italian shook his head, but Ludwig saw right through it. The one time he didn't ask for anything was definitely the one time the Italian actually needed something. "I'll be back vith more blankets, hot soup, and some medicine."
Rolling over so his back was to Germany and pulling the blankets he already had over his head, Italy groaned. "Non sto assumendo uno di quella roba maledetta si chiama medicina."
Having no idea what Italy said didn't impair the German's general understanding of the comment. Non meant no, obviously, and medicina was medicine. The rest of it, he was sure, didn't need to be translated. "Ja, vell you're taking it." With that, Italy was left alone to sit in the darkness, awaiting the other's return.
Germany sighed, looking at the dirty blankets. If Italy wanted to have responsibility and clean, he might as well do the whole job and not leave part of it untouched for Germany to find later! He picked the blankets up, going to the laundry machine and opening it, sighing again at the wet load that had been washed and never switched over. That meant there was probably clothes in the drier as well. Setting the blankets on top of the washer, he opened the drier and began pulling his and Italy's clothes out, letting them fall into a basket. He'd have to fold them later today.
He paused, glancing at the white fabric that had caught his attention. Neither he nor Italy wore dresses. Well… something different could be said for the latter, but this was far too small to belong to his little Italian. Pulling the now repaired and cleaned dress out of the pile, Germany began searching for the little girl staying in his house. "Strunella? Vhere are you?"
"I'm right here!" The German flinched slightly, hearing her talk from behind him as she ran up. "Do you need something?"
He turned around to see her wearing a pair of denim overalls Italy had bought for her a couple of days ago when he'd taken her shopping. Holding the dress out to her and looking at it, Ludwig avoided her big blue eyes. "Italy vashed your dress for you. I figured you'd vant it back."
She nodded, accepting the dress. "Grazie!" Germany looked at her, slightly astonished. Since when did she know Italian? She most definitely wasn't Italian. That was for sure.
"Vhen did you-"
"Feliciano taught me while we were shopping on Monday!" She smiled even larger. "Was my pronunciation good?"
The German stood shocked for a moment, though it wasn't far fetched for Italy to have taught her some of his own language. Just so long as he wasn't trying to teach her German. Italy could barely speak the 5 words he knew in German as it was, let alone try and teach a little girl. "Ja, your pronunciation vas fine."
"Vas? Why do you pronounce random letters like a 'V'?"
He blinked. "I don't pronounce random letters that vay, it's just-" He blinked again, noticing it this time as she giggled.
"You do!"
"Ja, it's my accent."
"Is that how you say 'yes' in German?"
"Vhat?"
"Ya?" Her pronunciation was a little off.
"Uh… Ja, it is."
She smiled. "Now I can say yes in two languages!"
Germany watched her begin to fold her dress, temporarily setting Sheerluck on the ground. "Vhere did you get that dress, and vhy are you holding onto it?"
She looked up. "I like the way it looks."
"But it was soiled by the rain and torn as you valked through the voods…"
She shrugged. "I still like it." The German looked at the dress, slightly bothered by the messy state it was in.
"Vell vhen Feliciano's feeling better, he could take you to get a new one I'm sure. Vhere did you get it?"
"Oh… I got it when I was staying in the hospital."
The German stood in silence for a bit, slightly shocked. "You vere just discharged from the hospital vhen you came here?"
She stood still for a second before giving a small nod. "Yeah… I had just gotten out…" She picked her bear up. "Anyway, I don't need another one. I'll just go put this in the room you've leant me. Thank you very much!" She ran upstairs before the German could argue the point.
Sighing, he walked back upstairs to the washer and drier, switching the laundry out and putting his dry clothes away in their proper spots. Then, he took the basket into Italy's room and sat down to put the Italian's clothes away, since the Italian was sleeping again. What had started as simply putting clothes away quickly turned into re-organizing Italy's clothes, which he apparently didn't fold before putting away.
Eventually, a loud buzz resounded through the air from the washer/drier, signaling its completion. The Aryan put the shirt in his hands down on the edge of the open drawer, picking the ties on his knee up and carrying them over to the rail Italy kept them hung on. Placing said ties with their friends, Germany glanced over at Feliciano. He was still asleep, but his eyes were shut tight.
Walking over and placing a hand on the Italian's forehead, the other sighed, watching him flinch away. He was having a nightmare. Every inch of Italy's composure was screaming nightmare, but he wasn't waking up from it.
Placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing with his thumb, Germany debated waking his Italian up. The brunettes' eyes eased after a moment with the blonde's hand on his shoulder, and in his sleep he let out a small sigh, his chest taking up a regular up and down motion.
Germany smiled, letting his hand linger for a while before returning to the task at hand; changing the laundry again. He switched the laundry and went back, finishing re-organizing Italy's dresser and going downstairs to prepare lunch.
Strunella came down the stairs at the smell of lunch, smiling and going into the kitchen. She looked up at Germany, watching him serve three plates of food. "Do you want me to take Feliciano's food to him?"
Ludwig shook his head. "Nein, I'll take it up to him." He handed the girl her food and she took it to the table, which she'd quickly learned was the only place she was permitted to eat unless given special permission.
Picking up the second plate, Germany went back upstairs and stopped by the drier, which had finished its load. With one hand, he pulled the two dry and warm blankets out of it and went into the Italian's room. "I brought you more-" He was still sleeping, but his nightmare appeared to have picked up where it left of. That, or restarted.
Germany walked over, setting the plate on the nightstand and setting the blankets down on the edge of the bed, taking a seat next to them and beginning to gently shake Italy. He looked so tired, but there was no way he was getting as much rest as he should be while having a nightmare this persistent.
"No… no no no!" The Italian was sleep talking, not having woken up yet.
"Italien, aufwachen! Italy, wake up!"
"No, non voglio! Non puoi fare!"
The German shook him harder this time, causing the Italian to shoot up from his position and cling to Germany like no tomorroww, rambling random pieces of sentences in Italian still.
"Italien, shh. It vas just a nightmare. Relax." It took a minute for the words to sink in, but they did and Italy looked up at Germany for a second before burying his face into the German's chest, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Scusa, Germany..." Germany held the Italian tight for a second, not needing to ask for a translation for the first word. The Italian was apologizing.
"It's fine, Italy." The two sat in silence until Italy had recomposed himself and gotten his breathing rate back under control from the shorter breaths it had taken up after waking. Italy sat up off of Germany, rubbing his eyes for a second before looking over at the neatly hung up ties.
"Ve~ Did you straighten them for me?..."
Germany glanced over before nodding. "Ja, I did. They vere a mess."
"Oh."
"I also folded your clothes and put the clothes you left in the drier away."
"Oh..." Italy gave a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Mi dispiace."
"Vhat?"
"Sorry about that..."
"Nein, I handled it." He reached out, pulling the two blankets across the bed to lay them flat, since they were still warm and Italy would probably appreciate them. "You just need to be more mindful of that vhen you ask to do it."
"sì, grazie."
"Bitte." He reached out, picking up the plate of food and handing it over. "I brought you lunch."
Italy smiled, realizing Germany had forgotten all about the cold medicine while working on the laundry and food and such. He had no intention of informing him. "Grazie mille, Germany."
"Ja. I'll be back up to collect your plate later." Placing a hand on the back of Italy's neck, Germany leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Italy's forehead.
Italy smiled even more. "Alright. Tell Strunella I said hi."
"Alright." Germany stood up off Italy's bed, going back downstairs.
No, non voglio! Non puoi fare!- (Italian) No, I don't want to! You can't make me!
A/N: There you go! Chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed it! Send in reviews! It's always appreciated! Seriously... if you favorited this or alerted this, you might as well at least give me a review or two for the chapters you read.
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