Well it's not what he was expecting Part (1a/?)
anonymous
March 20 2011, 22:00:41 UTC
Why must you request my worst kink. Oh god.
Something was wrong.
He’d tried to ignore it, but for weeks now Germany hadn’t been feeling quite up to par. It first came to his attention when he started to feel nauseous almost every day right around mid-morning, but nowadays his chest was often sore and extremely sensitive, he was always hungry, he found certain smells overpowering(however Italy had somehow become all the more appealing), and felt the need to use the restroom more often than he wanted to admit. Not to mention the fact that the things he thought he had gotten used to, all the little annoying things Italy usually did and then some, brought him past the point of mere exasperation, and nearly to tears. The last time it had happened Italy began to bawl, apologizing over and over for making Germany cry, causing Germany to actually cry even though he knew his tears were ridiculous, making Italy blubber even more so, making the German’s emotions escalate… It only came to an end when Japan finally deemed it necessary to intervene before they both ended in a train wreck of hysterics, sending Italy home, unfortunately for him that action had turned the large blond, German’s unexplained and sudden anger on him. Japan quickly returned to his place after that, and it took some serious apologizing before they were on proper speaking terms again.
But today, today he had to face the fact he’d been trying to ignore the most; he’d fought it long and hard, working his body even harder than usual, even though he was always fatigued (although he was starting to wonder if it was becoming a vicious circle), but his efforts were of no avail. Germany stared into the large mirror mounted in his bathroom at his stomach, that against all he could think of or comprehend, had started to lose its tone and gain the slightest bit of pudge, and god it grated at him. Frowning at his stomach, willing it away, Germany ran one hand over it, pondering what he’d done to have such misfortune as belly fat on his body that he put every effort into keeping perfect. As he continued to examine himself in the mirror he heard Italy stir in the bedroom, and quickly pulled his shirt back on. Even though they’d slept together nearly every night for a long time now, and Italy worshiped his body, he wouldn’t have him seeing it in this shape.
Walking out of the bathroom he cleared his throat, successfully gaining the Italian’s attention. He watched him start to scramble out of the bed, babbling apologies and that he was getting ready right now for the mornings training before interrupting, “Nein, no need, Italy. There will not be any training this morning. I’ve already informed Japan.”
Italy froze, one leg still wrapped in covers, the other halfway into his pants, “Ve? B-but, why? Are you alright? Do you not feel well?” True concern colored his voice.
Clearing his throat again and feeling his cheeks grow a little hot, Germany rocked on his heels slightly as he responded, “To be honest, Nein. I haven’t been feeling well lately, and while I tried to just let it work itself out, it hasn’t so I’ve deemed it time to see the doctor.”
He felt Italy’s gaze on him for a moment longer than he was comfortable, but he wasn’t expecting the response he got, “Then I’ll go with you.”
“Eh?” Jerking his head up, Germany watched Italy continue with the task on getting dressed, now with some real enthusiasm. “ I…I wasn’t expecting you join me, Italy.”
“Well,” He was actually trying, but still failing, to tie his shoes, “You have been a little off lately, and I’m worried about you, so I want to come. Please let me come Germany, I want to go. Please, please, Pretty pleeeeease? ”
Well it's not what he was expecting Part (1b/?)
anonymous
March 20 2011, 22:12:28 UTC
Sighing, the German man's only way to express the ball of emotions stirring within him, Germany stepped up to the Italian,(who smelled wonderful) knelt down and took the laces from him, “If you really feel the need, I see no reason to stop you.” His lover cheered at his acceptance, hopped up landing a peck on the German’s cheek and trotted into the bathroom to wash his face before heading out. Sighing again, Germany got himself dressed. Although he was not entirely comfortable with the idea of Italy being with him at the doctors, but he couldn’t deny the slight fluttery feeling in his stomach at his genuine concern for his well-being.
After sitting in the waiting room and telling Italy for the seventh time to stop touching everything Germany sat on the bed in examination room watching the Italian look around the small room at all the posters and signs regarding good health and the like. “Veeeeee, you’d think the doctors would know all the stuff these posters are telling you about taking care of yourself and diseases and stuff.” He sounded like he meant it.
“.....They do already know. These posters are for the patients.”
“Oh well, that makes sense. I figured they were kinda like cheat-sheets, you know?”
All Germant could muster was a grunt in response, and, to his relief, the doctor walked in, and nodded politely to the two countries, “Alright then, what seems to be the problem, Herr Germany?” Chancing a glance at Italy, who was now focused on him with his full attention, Germany frowned deeply, but explained the symptoms he’d been suffering over the past weeks, even, to his shame, the bit about his unusual weight gain. When he finished there was pause he wasn’t expecting. Forcing himself to stop staring at the where the ceiling met the wall above the doctor, the German looked between his lover and the doctor.
Italy was wide eyed, his mouth slightly agape his lips twitching upward slightly, it wasn’t the look Germany was expecting. One could almost say he looked…eager? The doctor quickly recovered, “Well, I think a few tests are in order then. I’m going to need a urine sample and probably a blood sample to be sure.” He opened the door, and smiled, “If you’ll follow me.” Germany stole a glance at the Italian as he stepped out. Italy wasn’t looking at him; he was now looking at the floor, and there was no mistaking his expression now.
He was excited.
After having his blood drawn and pissing into a cup the doctor informed him he would have results by tomorrow so he might as well return home. As Germany gave his thanks and turned away the doctor called after him, “Herr Germany! I think you should take it easy for the rest of today. Don’t do anything strenuous until we have results, ja?”
Nodding, Germany turned again to go get Italy, and leave, and he would have started to fear he was much, much worse than he originally though expect for one thing, Italy’s reaction to the whole thing. That stirred an entirely different kind of fear inside him.
Working on part 2 as I type. I hope you enjoy this op, for I'm having fun writing it!
Something was wrong.
He’d tried to ignore it, but for weeks now Germany hadn’t been feeling quite up to par. It first came to his attention when he started to feel nauseous almost every day right around mid-morning, but nowadays his chest was often sore and extremely sensitive, he was always hungry, he found certain smells overpowering(however Italy had somehow become all the more appealing), and felt the need to use the restroom more often than he wanted to admit. Not to mention the fact that the things he thought he had gotten used to, all the little annoying things Italy usually did and then some, brought him past the point of mere exasperation, and nearly to tears. The last time it had happened Italy began to bawl, apologizing over and over for making Germany cry, causing Germany to actually cry even though he knew his tears were ridiculous, making Italy blubber even more so, making the German’s emotions escalate… It only came to an end when Japan finally deemed it necessary to intervene before they both ended in a train wreck of hysterics, sending Italy home, unfortunately for him that action had turned the large blond, German’s unexplained and sudden anger on him. Japan quickly returned to his place after that, and it took some serious apologizing before they were on proper speaking terms again.
But today, today he had to face the fact he’d been trying to ignore the most; he’d fought it long and hard, working his body even harder than usual, even though he was always fatigued (although he was starting to wonder if it was becoming a vicious circle), but his efforts were of no avail. Germany stared into the large mirror mounted in his bathroom at his stomach, that against all he could think of or comprehend, had started to lose its tone and gain the slightest bit of pudge, and god it grated at him. Frowning at his stomach, willing it away, Germany ran one hand over it, pondering what he’d done to have such misfortune as belly fat on his body that he put every effort into keeping perfect. As he continued to examine himself in the mirror he heard Italy stir in the bedroom, and quickly pulled his shirt back on. Even though they’d slept together nearly every night for a long time now, and Italy worshiped his body, he wouldn’t have him seeing it in this shape.
Walking out of the bathroom he cleared his throat, successfully gaining the Italian’s attention. He watched him start to scramble out of the bed, babbling apologies and that he was getting ready right now for the mornings training before interrupting, “Nein, no need, Italy. There will not be any training this morning. I’ve already informed Japan.”
Italy froze, one leg still wrapped in covers, the other halfway into his pants, “Ve? B-but, why? Are you alright? Do you not feel well?” True concern colored his voice.
Clearing his throat again and feeling his cheeks grow a little hot, Germany rocked on his heels slightly as he responded, “To be honest, Nein. I haven’t been feeling well lately, and while I tried to just let it work itself out, it hasn’t so I’ve deemed it time to see the doctor.”
He felt Italy’s gaze on him for a moment longer than he was comfortable, but he wasn’t expecting the response he got, “Then I’ll go with you.”
“Eh?” Jerking his head up, Germany watched Italy continue with the task on getting dressed, now with some real enthusiasm. “ I…I wasn’t expecting you join me, Italy.”
“Well,” He was actually trying, but still failing, to tie his shoes, “You have been a little off lately, and I’m worried about you, so I want to come. Please let me come Germany, I want to go. Please, please, Pretty pleeeeease? ”
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After sitting in the waiting room and telling Italy for the seventh time to stop touching everything Germany sat on the bed in examination room watching the Italian look around the small room at all the posters and signs regarding good health and the like. “Veeeeee, you’d think the doctors would know all the stuff these posters are telling you about taking care of yourself and diseases and stuff.” He sounded like he meant it.
“.....They do already know. These posters are for the patients.”
“Oh well, that makes sense. I figured they were kinda like cheat-sheets, you know?”
All Germant could muster was a grunt in response, and, to his relief, the doctor walked in, and nodded politely to the two countries, “Alright then, what seems to be the problem, Herr Germany?” Chancing a glance at Italy, who was now focused on him with his full attention, Germany frowned deeply, but explained the symptoms he’d been suffering over the past weeks, even, to his shame, the bit about his unusual weight gain. When he finished there was pause he wasn’t expecting. Forcing himself to stop staring at the where the ceiling met the wall above the doctor, the German looked between his lover and the doctor.
Italy was wide eyed, his mouth slightly agape his lips twitching upward slightly, it wasn’t the look Germany was expecting. One could almost say he looked…eager? The doctor quickly recovered, “Well, I think a few tests are in order then. I’m going to need a urine sample and probably a blood sample to be sure.” He opened the door, and smiled, “If you’ll follow me.” Germany stole a glance at the Italian as he stepped out. Italy wasn’t looking at him; he was now looking at the floor, and there was no mistaking his expression now.
He was excited.
After having his blood drawn and pissing into a cup the doctor informed him he would have results by tomorrow so he might as well return home. As Germany gave his thanks and turned away the doctor called after him, “Herr Germany! I think you should take it easy for the rest of today. Don’t do anything strenuous until we have results, ja?”
Nodding, Germany turned again to go get Italy, and leave, and he would have started to fear he was much, much worse than he originally though expect for one thing, Italy’s reaction to the whole thing. That stirred an entirely different kind of fear inside him.
Working on part 2 as I type. I hope you enjoy this op, for I'm having fun writing it!
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