Kiku must have fallen asleep after crying shamelessly, for he awoke to three loud knocks on his door. He cursed under his breath at the visitor, but when the knocks sounded again, along with his name being called and a cat meow, memories of before he had fallen asleep slowly came flooding back into his brain. That's right. Gilbert had called, and he was coming with Feliciano and Ludwig to take care of Kiku. There was another three knocks, another call of his name, and another meow.

...Another meow? Feliciano wouldn't bring his cat with him, neither would Ludwig or Gilbert. But... The cry of the cat ouside of his door sounded so familar. It certainly wasn't his own, it knew better than to wander outside alone.

"Kiku, did you die? Let us know you're zere or ve're just gonna come in, kay?" Gilbert's scratchy voice could be heard, with the shuffling of feet and the pitter patter of little animal paws just outside the door. Kiku squeaked, just enough so that Gilbert (with his super awesome albino hearing) could hear, and four human figures entered, along with about fifteen little animal bodies.

"Voah! You not only sound and feel like shit, you look like it too!" Gilbert exclaimed and sprinted over to where Kiku was hunched in his chair. He glanced at his puke filled bucket, then back at Kiku. The albino grabbed the Japanese man's bucket- and boy, was it heavy- and went into the bathroom, dumping the contents of Kiku's stomach into the toilet.

Meanwhile, Feliciano fretted about Kiku's health, nearly fainting but eventually was able to calm down, to Kiku's content. Ludwig ajusted Kiku very carefully and gently so that he was more comfortable. A lot more comfortable than having his back stabbed by the edge of the seat, his neck bending so far that his chin was touching his chest. A lot more comfortable indeed.

Rough, but also very calming hands pet his hair soothingly. Who's was it? Feliciano was in the kitchen, making a meal, and Ludwig was cleaning the counters and sink for him. Gilbert was still cleaning out his bucket, maybe puking once too.

He soon realized who it was from the cats pooling around his chair and nuzzling his legs. He leaned into Heracles' touch, gasping lightly when the hands brushed over his neck. He loved it when Heracles pet him like that, and would only allow these touches from him. He didn't know why, usually he wouldn't let anyone touch him at all, since anxiety would overcome him, but something about Heracles' soft fingertips would make the anxiety suddenly wash away.

Gilbert came back from the bathroom with a clean bucket, offering it to Kiku. Kiku slowly raised his arm to take it, almost dropping it from the lack of strength he had in his pale fingers. He set it next to him, watching as Gilbert sat down on the ground, almost squishing a cat. His eyes wandered to Feliciano and Ludwig in the kitchen, a very slight smile appearing on his lips when he saw Ludwigs arm subtly wrapped around Feliciano's waist. He then gathered the strength to move his head to look at Heracles. Heracles met his gaze and smiled, the same sleepy look on his face. The Greek's hand wandered down to Kiku's shoulders, rubbing them slightly and then moving back up to his neck and scalp. Kiku shivered and slowly turned back to the TV. Gilbert had turned Hetalia: Paint it, White! on again and was intently watching it. He said that Prussia was as awesome as he was.

A few days passed with Heracles calming down Kiku and his stomach with gentle touches, and Feliciano and Ludwig eventually joined the other four to watch Paint it, White! and other episodes of the anime. Kiku only threw up about two or three times, (Gilbert always emptying the bucket afterwards) thanks to Feliciano's help with getting the Ginger Ale and using nausia patches he stole from his brother's house, and, of course, Heracles' infamous massage therapy.

When Ludwig thought that it might be time to leave, Kiku was feeling alot better already. Gilbert said that they should stay one more day, just in case, because Kiku might suddenly become sick again, sicker than before, and he didn't want to fly all the way back again.

"Oh, and because I don't like seeing you so sick," he added with a shy smile.

Kiku said that they could leave if they wanted, so Ludwig dragged a sleeping Feliciano back home to Germany, Gilbert in tow. Heracles decided to stay. Kiku felt alot better though, thanks to the four's help. He knew that if one of those four got sick, he had a debt to pay off to one of them.

Maybe...

"Maybe having caretaker is not that bad, Heracres."

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Aaaaaand that's the end of this story. Sorry folks! Maybe if I get enough convincing, I'll make another chapter where Luddy, Feli, Gil, or Heracles gets terribly sick, and Kiku has to take care of one of them. Maybe. If you think it's a good idea, put in all your convincing words and then say who you want to see getting sick. :3

Otherwise, I'm done writing any more chapters for this story. My sickness ended about a month or so ago, and I feel alot better. The second day, though, just moving my tongue around my mouth would make shards of pain shoot through my head. It was probably the worst feeling I've ever had.

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading this~! Danke, grazie, and arigatou for reading!

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