FIC - Hetalia - Germany/Italy Russian Roulette Ch 05
Title: Russian Roulette
Author/Artist: Robin Gurl
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, Germany, Italy. And Germany/Italy pairing.
Rating: PG-13 (for Germany's potiental cursing)
Warnings: First Hetalia fic ever...
Summary: Russia poisons Italy while visiting Germany.
Russian Roulette
By Robin Gurl
Chapter 5
(whee, finally finished chapter 5. I apologize for the slow update. I got sick last week so I’m still a bit weak and recovering. Er…France does appear, but please be aware the only reason he gets along with Germany is for Italy’s sake. In any other story he would be trying to blow Germany up and vice versa.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
That night had been a restless one, neither of them got any sleep. It seemed every half hour that Italy would awake wretching with dry heaves. Germany had given up carrying the young nation to the restroom every time since it was almost 99% guaranteed nothing was going to come out and make a mess. However, that just Germany feel for his lover even more.
Italy was so weak now that Germany had to hold him up so he wouldn’t pass out from not breathing properly during these spells of dry heaves. Each time they happened they got harder to hear. Italy was hoarse and sore so any movement made him cry out in pain, not to mention his joints hurt as well. Even when Germany held him it hurt.
Somehow though, they’d managed to get some sleep because Germany woke first expecting bright sunshine to leak through the thin shades, instead a gloomy day greeted him. It was pouring outside and he could hear the rain running down the tin roof above their heads. He didn’t dare move from his position though, Italy was right on top of him, sleeping for the nounce. Germany sighed and carefully lay his hand on top of Italy’s head stroking the damp hair, still sweaty from his fever. Thunder exploded outside and Germany tried to cover the other man’s ears but it was too late.
Italy cried out hoarsely and sat up immediately wishing he hadn’t. Tears streamed down his cheeks as his pain reappeared full force. He collapsed back against Germany whimpering and withering in pain. Germany went ahead and sat up gathering the other country in his arms holding him close, “It’ll be alright, just let this wave pass -ahem- I’ve got you.”
During this moment was when he made the decision. He hastily grabbed the black phone on his night stand and dialed the one number he never thought he would.
He never thought he’d arrive at this house in one piece and of his free will. He welcomed the escort in with a big black umbrella over his head to shield him from the downpour. He was immediately escorted down the hallway to the “sick” room and warned that it was really bad and not to be surprised at how sick Italy was.
He opened the door and heard the sound of someone wretching in the middle of sobs, then he heard Germany’s voice accompanied by a tired sigh, “It’s alright, I know it hurts, just let it pass.”
“Mon Cheri, what’s happened to you?” He exclaimed eyeing his youngest brother.
Germany looked up from rubbing Italy’s back. Italy wasn’t facing him but he was hunched over on his knees, his face buried in Germany’s chest shaking trying to contain his pain.
“Ah, I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Germany couldn’t even force a polite smile and this time it wasn’t out of disgust. He was just so exhausted and worried.
France removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves before sitting on the bed turning to the face the other two. He did lean forward and place his hand on the back of Italy’s head lovingly, “Feliciano, what’s happened to you?”
Germany allowed the other country to take Italy from his arms for the time being. He sat there watching how gentle France was with his lover, a gentleness he’d never seen before. Italy shivered looking for the nearest warmth and smiled as he seemed to recognize the scent of his brother. France smiled softly, “It’z alright, darling, itz your brother Francis.”
Italy was too weak to even acknowledge what France had said and instead he just curled even closer burying his feverish face into France’s neck.
The blonde Frenchman looked serious as he held his little brother watching Germany pace the room. Any other time and he would have been terrified to even be in the same house as the German but for Italy’s sake he had to face it. “How long haz ‘e been like zis?”
“Uh…what is the date?” Germany asked blushing as he realized he had no concept of the time any longer.
“Zee 25th of March.”
“And it’s er…Thursday right?”
“Oui.”
“Since Saturday.” Germany responded his eyes clouding. “VerDammnt, I was hoping he’d get better by now, not worse. When I get my hands on Russia I’ll nuke the damn country myself.”
“Russia caused all of zis?” France asked surprised.
“Yes, my boss invited him over without my permission, Italy begged me not to see him but obviously I couldn’t say no. I think Russia poisoned him. Italy claims it’s a curse. At first it was just a stomachache but then it’s gotten worse, not it hurts if I comfort him, he’s always withering in pain, scheisse! I don’t want to lose him, I love him.”
“At least one good thing has come of this, no?” Germany lifted his head surprising France with a tear running down his cheek, “You admitted your love for him.”
Germany blushed too tired to fight back, “It won’t do me much good though if Feliciano dies.”
“You musn’t zink dat way!”
“You haven’t been in this room watching him wretch and wither in pain as his stomach tries to rid itself of the nothing that’s inside. Nor have you had to hear him cry out in pain when you hugged him to comfort him when you could.”
“No, I haven’t, but I’ve been there for every Influenza, Asthma, and cold he’s had.” France sighed. “Look, Ludwig, go take a shower, eat a decent meal, I will sit here with Feliciano until you return.”
“But, Italy…he…he…” Ludwig stammered before going silent and walking over to France and his lover. He bent down and placed a kiss on Italy’s forehead before leaving the room to do as France said.
France laid Italy back down on the bed and his long slender fingers unbuttoned his younger brother’s shirt, one button at a time. Any other situation and he would have taken advantage of the supple pale body, but today he merely grabbed the damp wash cloth that was in the bowl of cool water and rung it out before he began washing his brother’s body with it.
His temper hardly ever flared, he wasn’t a fighter and preferred to sit on the side lines letting the other nations do it for him. However, if someone messed with his family he stepped in with his French claws bared. If only it hadn’t had been Russia who’d done this to his brother because he was scared to death of the large nation.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a soft whimper from Italy. “It’s alright, calm down, it’s your brother.”
He watched as Italy slowly opened his eyes, seeing as the light was bright France hovered over him as to shield him from it. “Big…Brother…” Italy whispered smiling weakly, “You’re…here…”
“Of course I’z am. I wouldn’t leave you here by yourself wiz a German would I?”
“Germany…he’s been…nice…”
“So I’z heard. Now, what iz dis about Russia cursing you? Sounds a little silly, no?”
France listened intently to Italy’s story, it took longer than normal since the other country had to take time out to breathe and catch his breath. During this time France had taken the washcloth and was washing Italy’s face with it, hoping to soothe the fever that was making him ill. “Well it seems zee only way to rid this curse would be to go see Russia directly, oui?”
Italy stared silently before pulling away, “I want Germany.”
France sighed dropping the wet cloth and stood up, gathering Italy in his arms. Italy was a dead weight as his brother moved him back to his original position on the bed, making sure the pillows cushioned his head enough to where he was slightly comfortable. “Running away from this won’t change anyzing. You must ask him directly, no?”
Italy just shook his head and whispered for Germany again unable to look France in the eye. “Alright, Feliciano, I’ll get him, just rest.”
End Chapter 5
(YAY! :3 I did it! xD A longer chapter. So er how did I do? I’d love someone who could translate French for me… if you do note me on FF.net or email me at robingurl @ gmail . com:D)
Please comment if you read! :3
Author/Artist: Robin Gurl
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, Germany, Italy. And Germany/Italy pairing.
Rating: PG-13 (for Germany's potiental cursing)
Warnings: First Hetalia fic ever...
Summary: Russia poisons Italy while visiting Germany.
Russian Roulette
By Robin Gurl
Chapter 5
(whee, finally finished chapter 5. I apologize for the slow update. I got sick last week so I’m still a bit weak and recovering. Er…France does appear, but please be aware the only reason he gets along with Germany is for Italy’s sake. In any other story he would be trying to blow Germany up and vice versa.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
That night had been a restless one, neither of them got any sleep. It seemed every half hour that Italy would awake wretching with dry heaves. Germany had given up carrying the young nation to the restroom every time since it was almost 99% guaranteed nothing was going to come out and make a mess. However, that just Germany feel for his lover even more.
Italy was so weak now that Germany had to hold him up so he wouldn’t pass out from not breathing properly during these spells of dry heaves. Each time they happened they got harder to hear. Italy was hoarse and sore so any movement made him cry out in pain, not to mention his joints hurt as well. Even when Germany held him it hurt.
Somehow though, they’d managed to get some sleep because Germany woke first expecting bright sunshine to leak through the thin shades, instead a gloomy day greeted him. It was pouring outside and he could hear the rain running down the tin roof above their heads. He didn’t dare move from his position though, Italy was right on top of him, sleeping for the nounce. Germany sighed and carefully lay his hand on top of Italy’s head stroking the damp hair, still sweaty from his fever. Thunder exploded outside and Germany tried to cover the other man’s ears but it was too late.
Italy cried out hoarsely and sat up immediately wishing he hadn’t. Tears streamed down his cheeks as his pain reappeared full force. He collapsed back against Germany whimpering and withering in pain. Germany went ahead and sat up gathering the other country in his arms holding him close, “It’ll be alright, just let this wave pass -ahem- I’ve got you.”
During this moment was when he made the decision. He hastily grabbed the black phone on his night stand and dialed the one number he never thought he would.
He never thought he’d arrive at this house in one piece and of his free will. He welcomed the escort in with a big black umbrella over his head to shield him from the downpour. He was immediately escorted down the hallway to the “sick” room and warned that it was really bad and not to be surprised at how sick Italy was.
He opened the door and heard the sound of someone wretching in the middle of sobs, then he heard Germany’s voice accompanied by a tired sigh, “It’s alright, I know it hurts, just let it pass.”
“Mon Cheri, what’s happened to you?” He exclaimed eyeing his youngest brother.
Germany looked up from rubbing Italy’s back. Italy wasn’t facing him but he was hunched over on his knees, his face buried in Germany’s chest shaking trying to contain his pain.
“Ah, I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Germany couldn’t even force a polite smile and this time it wasn’t out of disgust. He was just so exhausted and worried.
France removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves before sitting on the bed turning to the face the other two. He did lean forward and place his hand on the back of Italy’s head lovingly, “Feliciano, what’s happened to you?”
Germany allowed the other country to take Italy from his arms for the time being. He sat there watching how gentle France was with his lover, a gentleness he’d never seen before. Italy shivered looking for the nearest warmth and smiled as he seemed to recognize the scent of his brother. France smiled softly, “It’z alright, darling, itz your brother Francis.”
Italy was too weak to even acknowledge what France had said and instead he just curled even closer burying his feverish face into France’s neck.
The blonde Frenchman looked serious as he held his little brother watching Germany pace the room. Any other time and he would have been terrified to even be in the same house as the German but for Italy’s sake he had to face it. “How long haz ‘e been like zis?”
“Uh…what is the date?” Germany asked blushing as he realized he had no concept of the time any longer.
“Zee 25th of March.”
“And it’s er…Thursday right?”
“Oui.”
“Since Saturday.” Germany responded his eyes clouding. “VerDammnt, I was hoping he’d get better by now, not worse. When I get my hands on Russia I’ll nuke the damn country myself.”
“Russia caused all of zis?” France asked surprised.
“Yes, my boss invited him over without my permission, Italy begged me not to see him but obviously I couldn’t say no. I think Russia poisoned him. Italy claims it’s a curse. At first it was just a stomachache but then it’s gotten worse, not it hurts if I comfort him, he’s always withering in pain, scheisse! I don’t want to lose him, I love him.”
“At least one good thing has come of this, no?” Germany lifted his head surprising France with a tear running down his cheek, “You admitted your love for him.”
Germany blushed too tired to fight back, “It won’t do me much good though if Feliciano dies.”
“You musn’t zink dat way!”
“You haven’t been in this room watching him wretch and wither in pain as his stomach tries to rid itself of the nothing that’s inside. Nor have you had to hear him cry out in pain when you hugged him to comfort him when you could.”
“No, I haven’t, but I’ve been there for every Influenza, Asthma, and cold he’s had.” France sighed. “Look, Ludwig, go take a shower, eat a decent meal, I will sit here with Feliciano until you return.”
“But, Italy…he…he…” Ludwig stammered before going silent and walking over to France and his lover. He bent down and placed a kiss on Italy’s forehead before leaving the room to do as France said.
France laid Italy back down on the bed and his long slender fingers unbuttoned his younger brother’s shirt, one button at a time. Any other situation and he would have taken advantage of the supple pale body, but today he merely grabbed the damp wash cloth that was in the bowl of cool water and rung it out before he began washing his brother’s body with it.
His temper hardly ever flared, he wasn’t a fighter and preferred to sit on the side lines letting the other nations do it for him. However, if someone messed with his family he stepped in with his French claws bared. If only it hadn’t had been Russia who’d done this to his brother because he was scared to death of the large nation.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a soft whimper from Italy. “It’s alright, calm down, it’s your brother.”
He watched as Italy slowly opened his eyes, seeing as the light was bright France hovered over him as to shield him from it. “Big…Brother…” Italy whispered smiling weakly, “You’re…here…”
“Of course I’z am. I wouldn’t leave you here by yourself wiz a German would I?”
“Germany…he’s been…nice…”
“So I’z heard. Now, what iz dis about Russia cursing you? Sounds a little silly, no?”
France listened intently to Italy’s story, it took longer than normal since the other country had to take time out to breathe and catch his breath. During this time France had taken the washcloth and was washing Italy’s face with it, hoping to soothe the fever that was making him ill. “Well it seems zee only way to rid this curse would be to go see Russia directly, oui?”
Italy stared silently before pulling away, “I want Germany.”
France sighed dropping the wet cloth and stood up, gathering Italy in his arms. Italy was a dead weight as his brother moved him back to his original position on the bed, making sure the pillows cushioned his head enough to where he was slightly comfortable. “Running away from this won’t change anyzing. You must ask him directly, no?”
Italy just shook his head and whispered for Germany again unable to look France in the eye. “Alright, Feliciano, I’ll get him, just rest.”
End Chapter 5
(YAY! :3 I did it! xD A longer chapter. So er how did I do? I’d love someone who could translate French for me… if you do note me on FF.net or email me at robingurl @ gmail . com:D)
Please comment if you read! :3