America: "Hey Alfred? Did you to find your baseball bat- WayAI!" You yelled, slipping on said object and falling flat on your back. You found that the cartoon must not have any nerves because there was no way you were getting up and running after a road runner.
"Dudette? Hey! Why are you on the floor? Are you OK?" Alfred asked frantically, sipping on his half-finished pop from some fast food restaurant. You groaned and glared at him.
"No, but your baseball bat is right there." You groaned, rolling over and getting up shakily. His eyes lit up and dove for the bat.
"There it is! I've been looking for it for a week now! How did you find it?" He asked, turning to you and facing your death glare.
"Alfred Jones, please put that bat away." You growled as you walked to the bathroom, reaching for the aspirin in the nodded happily and ran to the garage, coming back with both of your mitts and asking if you wanted to throw the ball with him. On any other day you would have said yes, but due to the throbbing welt on your head you felt like you could use a break from baseball at the moment...
Germany: You were making dinner while Ludwig was taking a shower. You had put sausages in a pan with peppers and onions with spices for dinner, something you had learned in one of the many recipe books in Ludwig's house. Surprisingly a man so insistent that he never cooked had a lot of cookbooks and cooked very well. While you were cutting the sausages and peppers you cut your finger. You jerked you hand away before getting any blood on the food and winced in pain.
"OW! That freaking hurt!" You yelled, clutching your hand. You had thought you had paid enough attention but apparently not. You just hoped you could cover it up so Ludwig didn't have to worry about it-
"Libe? Are jou ok?" You heard the tall blond German ask, coming around the corner in his tan khakis and a plain white t-shirt. His his hair pressed down from the weight of the water still in his hair. He came over and took your hand into his before you tried to hid it behind your back. He frowned, looking down at the bloody cut and then let your go. "Here, just wash it and I'll get jou something to wrap it," he said calmly, walking out of the room to grab you a bandage. You washed off your hand and when he came back he bandaged your hand gently. When he was done he leaned down and kissed it in a surprising gentleman-like way. You could feel you cheeks heating up a little bit.
"Zhere, zhat should make it all better." He said slowly, looking back up at you. His crystal blue eyes smiled and glinted with amusement, which you assumed was because of your clumsiness.
"Who are you and what have you done with Ludwig?" You asked jokingly, gently pushing him back and finishing with the cooking.. He chuckled softly and kissed your cheek sweetly and began to plate the finished dinner.
"Can't I be nice to my klutzy Leibe?" He laughed, taking the dinner to the table. You laughed and followed him, shaking your head at your own klutziness.
England: "Love! Look out for the-" Bang!
"OW!" You yelled, having been brutally assaulted by the kitchen table while running around the house trying to get things evil and every growing pile of chores and laundry. You jerked back and clutched your wounded hip, face twisting up if a grimace of pain. "Son of a *Bleep* of *Bleep bleep bleep*!" You shouted, falling onto the couch and pretending you had been shot. Arthur had been sipping in morning tea as you fell into his lap, causing him to pull his newspaper aside and look down at you with mild annoyance. "Aah! Arthur, I've been wounded!" You cried, looking up at him. He looked down at you like you were the craziest person in the world and shook his head. He put down his newspaper and placed his tea on the coffee table before returning his attention back to you.
"I tried to warn you, love. Are you alright? " He asked kindly, placing his hand over yours. You curled up and clutched your hip tighter, trying to get rid of the sting. He chuckled and took you in his arms and rubbed his nose against your neck. You blushed but curled into him, already feeling the sting from the brutal assault fading away.
"You want ice for that?" He asked, whispering in your ear as he gently rubbed the throbbing spot. You mumbled a yes and almost didn't let him get up to get it because you were so comfortable. You curled into the couch and held the only slightly throbbing hip as he got the ice.
"You are a klutz." He said when he came back with the small ice pack. You grumbled at him and put the ice pack on your hip while he placed his own hand over yours. "But you're my klutz, love." He whispered, giving you a sweet kiss.
Canada: "Watch out for black ice. You could really get hurt!" Your brother shouted after you when you left with Matthew to go for a walk. You rolled your eyes and shouted you would be fine. But sure enough, you two had been walking for twenty minutes and you slipped on the sidewalk and down into a small valley. You were now pulling your face out of an enormous snow pile and brushing the snow off your jacket. Matthew slid carefully down the hill and helped you up.
"Are you alright? Not hurt, eh?" he asked, looking you up and down to make sure you weren't hurt. You shook your head and blushed.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little clumsy. Come on, I need to get new clothes before I get hypothermia." You said, walking up the hill with his help. You two then started sharing stories of each others little moments of clumsiness. You were both in stitches from laughter by the time you were back at your house. You brother didn't ask as he left to go to work.
Italy: You and Feli had decided that you wanted to go for a walk in the park. BY that I mean Feli was driving everyone crazy and needed to expend energy in a open air environment after being stuck in the meeting room for so long. You two were walking happily through the park, watching the birds when a cat appeared out of nowhere, running across you feet and tripping you. You fell on your hands and knees, scrapping them badly.
"Bella! Bella, are-a you OK?!" Feli asked, dropping to his knees and looking at you worriedly. You nodded and sat on your rump, looking down at your skinned hands and knees. How could one little cat cause so much damage, you wondered. Your knees started bleeding at the palms of your hands burned, making you wince. Feli suddenly darted away, running quickly. You winced again, thinking he had left you and was about to get up when Feli came darting back, carrying a small First Aid kit. He dropped to one knee again and opened the tiny white box, frowning with concentration. "Hold on, Bella. I'll-a help you. Give me your hands." He ordered, sounding very commanding and like a real leader. You nodded and held out your raw palms, wincing as he took them in his own. He sat next to you, frowning at your hands. "I'll-a have to clean them. It'll-a sting a little but don't-a worry. Ludwig says it keeps all the buggies out." he commented, taking a sanitary cloth out and rubbing them across your raw hands. It stung a bit like he said, but he cleaned them so quickly that you didn't even have time to wince. When he was done he wrapped them carefully, placing a small kiss on the bandaged before kissing you knuckles lovingly.
"Thank you, Feli. I feel better now." You said, starting to stand up. Feli waved his hands from side to side quickly shaking his head as tears rushed to his eyes.
"No, Bella! Your-a knee is-a still bleeding." he said, placing his warm hand behind one of your knees and drawing you back down into a sitting position. You blushed but nodded, lifting up your shorts to expose your knee. He lifted you leg a little,gently wiping at the exposed flesh. You blushed as he places your foot in his lap, knee almost against his chest. He wrapped it quickly before giving that wound a gentle kiss and moving to do the same with the other one. When he was done he stood up; holding the first aid kit in his hand and smiling down at you, offering his other hand. "There,now-a we can go home." he said happily, back to his old self. You smiled and took his hand, wrapping your arm around his.
"Thank you, Feli. I feel a lot better." You paused, frowning. "But I have to ask, where did you get the first aid kit?" Feli laughed as you arrived at his car, opening the love compartment.
"Ludwig gave it to-a me last week as-a present. Something about-a using his too much?" He smiled and closed your door, walking around to get into the drivers side.
"Oh." you said, sitting back and just enjoying your boyfriends company all the way home.
Russia: "Whoaaaa!" you yelled, slipping on a small pile of mud while you were working at the shop. It had been a moderately busy day but nothing had gone wrong in a while. Just in time for the other shoe to drop. Before your head could hit the railing behind you strong arms caught you, gently holing you a few inches above the ground. You looked up to see a familiar Russian frowning worriedly down at you, silvery grey eyes cloudy with concern.
"Careful, Sunflower. You could have been hurt badly," he said, helping you back on your feet and brushing you off. You blushed and picked up the box of seed packs you had been carrying.
"Thanks, Ivan. It's just been a crazy day and I kinda get a little clumsy when I'm not paying attention." You waved off the trip as just a accident. Ivan frowned skeptically but turned his back to look at the fresh batch of sunflowers you had. You smiled, touched that he was worried. You got on the step stool and placed the box on the shelf. Just when the old stools rung gave out and you toppled to the floor. You yelped as you crashed to the ground, a bag of fertilizer luckily breaking most of your fall. Though it sent up a cloud of dirt and your shoulder didn't seem to like the impact very much.
"Sunflower! Are you alright?" He asked frantically, crouching down to make sure you weren't hurt. You coughed and wiped the dirt from your eyes, smiling sheepishly at him.
"Maybe I should take that as a hit and go home?" You suggested as your boss came out, evaluating the scene and agreeing with you. You stood up and dusted off your uniform before yelping as Ivan picked you up, walking to the door. "Ivan!" You scolded breathy, blushing as he walked you outside, carrying you bridle style.
"Net, Sunflower. You could just get hurt again." he looked around quickly before nuzzling your neck, lifting his head a little before kissing you hurriedly. You blushed and conceded defeated, content to be in your boyfriends strong, warm, loving arms.
Japan: "Kiku? Are you here?" You called your boyfriend's, hearing his muffled response and smiled, walking into the kitchen. "I brought dinner down from the market! I'll make it right now." You called, hearing his muffled response from somewhere in the house. You began to unload the bags and prepared dinner. You had finished making dinner when Kiku came into the kitchen. He smiled a small smile and greeted you with a chaste little kiss. You had started to make tea right before you started to make dinner and by now it was ready. You picked up the teapot and bumped your hip on the counter. Water spilled all over your hands, scalding them. You yelped in pain and quickly put down the teapot and placed your hands under the water from the tap.
"Are you arright?" Kiku asked worriedly. He came up behind you and watched as you clenched your teeth in pain. Your hands were bright red but there were no blisters or burns that were too serious.
"Yeah, I'm alright. It just hurt a little." You sighed, gently drying off your hands. Kiku took both your hands and the towel and looked down at them. He then led you to the bathroom and grabbed some bandages.
"You need to be more carefur. You're rucky that you weren't seriousry hurt." he scolded slightly as he began to wrap your hands gently. You blushed and nodded, blushing even more when he kissed your hands. He looked up at you and touched his forehead to yours.
"Prease be more carefur?" he asked and you nodded. You had dinner with him feeding you because you couldn't use your hands. For two days.
France: "Um, do you need help, ma amour?" Francis asked seeing you bending over to dig the clothes out of the dryer. You saw that one of your shirts had somehow got stuck in the dryer and you were trying to dig it out without ripping it. It was one of your favorites and you were not going to let some lousy machine take your favorite shirt!
"NO! I will get it out whether it wants to or not!" you said stubbornly, causing Francis to sigh and watch you struggle helplessly from the sidelines. After five minutes of fiddling, tugging, and cursing, you finally managed to get it free with one final tug. But you ended up flying back and hitting the back of your head on the lip of the dryer.
"OUCH!" you yelped, clutching your head with the shirt still in your hand. Francis was by your side in an instant, steadying you. You grimaced and held the back of your head, wincing as it throbbed.
"I told you that you needed help…" He sighed. You glared at him, still feeling the sting of the hit. He sighed and kissed your head gently, taking the pain away. He pulled away and smiled. "Better, ma amour?"
"Yeah, I guess," you grumbled, getting up. He smiled and kissed the back of you head and instigated yet another make out session, making you forget all about your throbbing head. Now it was your neck and lips throbbing...
S. Italy: "Romano! How many times have I told you to clean up after yourself! This is your house too!" You yelled, running around the house trying to find the lazy Italian. You found him lying on the couch and glaring at you.
"What-a are you-a shouting about-a, women? I'm-a trying to take-a nap." he grumbled. You stopped a little, looking at him in shock. Then you stormed over to him, fuming.
"Well, I'm sorry that I'm disturbing your little nap! I'm sorry that-" You stopped because you had tripped on the rug right in front of the couch. You fell right onto Romano and perfectly into his lap, your chest against his, hips perfectly lines up and straddling him. It would have been a romantic accident that might have lead to a make out if there wasn't a shooting pain in your ankle. You yelped in pain, gritting your teeth and curling up a little in his lap.
"What-a the hell are you-a doing?!" He yelled, blushing brightly, staring right at the edge of your slipping shirt. (Conveniently today it had been really hot and you were wearing a low cut shirt that you almost never wore.). You growled at him and sat up, still sitting in his lap sidesaddle and clutching your throbbing ankle.
"Damn it, Romano! I think I sprained my ankle!" You screamed at him, tears pooling in your eyes. He sat up, chin on your shoulder and looking down at your propped up ankle. It was swelling a little but it wasn't bruising. Romano sighed and moved you off his lap and walking into the kitchen. He came back with a small ice pack and wrapped your foot.
"You are-a so clumsily, Bella…" he sighed, cradling your foot in his lap. You jabbed your good foot into his gut, making him grunt in pain and stumble back a little.
"What was that-a for!" He screamed.
"For not cleaning up." He grumbled and kneeled down beside you, taking your ankle and examining it. You kissed leaned forward and kissed his flushed cheek. "And that is for helping me with my ankle, you jerk," you smiled and leaned back, relaxing against the couch.
"Why-a the hell do you have to-a be so confusing, (Y/N)" He muttered frustratingly, going to the other couch to take a nap.
Spain: "Antonio? Toni, you need to get up! The turtles are in the house- AAAAAHHH!" You screamed, slipping on one of the said vermin as the words left your lips. You had just been outside of Antonio's room when this happened, saving yourself from a nasty headache just barely. You sighed and opened the door, seeing that Toni was still fast asleep. You sighed and entered, walking slowly to the bedside. You balled your fist and hit him on the head; hard. He twitched once, then ever so slowly looked up at you.
"Chica? Why do you have a turtle on your head?" he asked sleepily like it was the most normal thing in the world. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you yanked the pillow out from under him.
"That's why you are going to wake up now. I need you to help me get these turtles out of the house." You turned around and found yourself kicking the leg of the bed. Not just any normal walking kick, oh no. This one had to be the winning football goal (Soccer for Americans) and you felt something in your toe crack.
"Son of a ****!" You weren't much of a cursing person, but right about then cursing really was an appropriate response. You hopped around for a few seconds swearing your head off until you sat on the bed, gritting your teeth in pain.
"Chica, why did you kick the bed?" Antonito asked. And after a thorough chewing out and a memory jolt of why he never wanted to make you angry he took you to the hospital where you found out your big toe and that half of your foot was indeed broken. You walked out a few hours later on crutches and Antonio drove you home.
"I'm sorry, chica. I'll make salsa, tomato soup, and we will put on whatever lame chick flick you want, ok?" he said, trying desperately to get back on your good side.
"I'll just settle for you getting those turtles out of the house. And maybe a massage?"
"Of course!" he said happily. He was more than willing to do the work until he came into the house. Then he had a sudden need for a very long siesta.
Prussia: "Frau? Frau, are jou alright? Vhat happened?!" Gilbert shouted as he walked into the kitchen to see you clutching your hand, which had been cut by glass. You sighed and shook your head.
"It just slipped out of my grip and fell. I tried to catch it before it shattered but it shattered right in my hand." You complained, wincing as a muscle twitched and more blood poured from your hand.
"Let's just get jou to zhe hospital before jou make it vorse." He said, grabbing your keys and starting the car. You wrapped your hand in a dish towel and followed him. Luckily, you only needed a few stitches and were in and out in about four hours from the ER. When you got home Gilbert did everything for you. He made you sit on the couch like every part of you was broken. He scrambled to make your favorite treats and put in your favorite movie.
"You know, it's only my hand that's hurt-" you stopped complaining when he started to rub your shoulders, slowly loosening the tension from there and slowly moving down you back.
"Problem, frau?" he teases and you almost purred with contentment.
"You know, my hand is killing me…" You mumbled, getting a signature laugh from him and a sweet kiss on the cheek.
Greece:"Hercules? Hercules, we have to go meet for- AAAH!" You yelped, feeling something furry, soft, and heavy falling on your head. You jumped back and felt something scratching your face and ears, then falling off. You saw it was a stray cat and shook your head and walked into your home.
"(Y/N), why is your face all scratched up?" Your boyfriend asked, coming to greet you at the door. You told him about the death trap of a cat and how it fell out of a tree to brutally attack you. He just nodded, like that was perfectly normal. "It's alright, Kitten. I'm sure the cat just fell out of its napping spot and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time," he said comfortingly, gently dabbing your scratches with a damp cloth. Once he had put the appropriate number of band-aids on your face he kissed every one and cuddled with you.
"My kitten will be ok…" he said sleepily. He somehow managed to hold you in a warm embrace, a sunbeam and nice breeze flowing in from the open window. You wanted to do other things but really, you just slept there with him, having dreams of cats falling from the sky...
Author's note: Heyo! I am truely very,very,very,very sorry to everyone exspecting a longer and better update but this was all I could get done with in the little minutes of free time that I had sence I last updated. SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO WAS EXSPECTING THEIR REQUEST IN THIS UPDATE! I'm working as fast as I can but I want to make them good so I neeed a little more time to write them. Also ,the doc that I had been writing on vanished and I have to rewrite them all from scratch! Sorry for the inconvenince. But about the update, yeah it is kinda sucky. This was already half written so that's why I'm posting it. Not my best work but I'm kinda crunched on time and don't want to break my promise to post every week. So, here's a little thing about their reaction to when you get hurt. Again, through no bias, I did some better than other but I'm just better at writing some better than others. Please don't take it personally!I promise after life stops swamping me with work I'll get right back and betterhten ever! Anyway, thank you for the nice reviews and comments! They really mean a lot to me! They are also heling me get through all the crazyness in my life, so thank you. Remember, if you want me to write about something with these lovely boys just let me know! Anyway, Read on! XD