FIC - Hetalia - Germany/Italy Russian Roulette Ch 03
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.
Chapter 3
Germany slid against the wall of the sick room landing with his knees tucked underneathe him. He buried his face in his hands as he tried to go through the events one more time to try and figure out who had done this to Italy. So far the only one possible was Russia but he wouldn't do that - would he? Then he remembered the remarks Russia kept making. Usually when Germany forced Italy to do something he rarely had support but Russia had joined him in his own way of encouraging Italy to eat his lunch.
He punched the wall hard causing the two frames to fall off and crash to the floor. "Verdammt, he begged me not have that bastard over and I didn't listen." He slowly turned around to gaze back at the figure laying on the bed, covers up to his chin and a wash clothe over his forehead to try and keep the fever down. He'd never cared before when one of his men was ill, he'd just call a doctor and go on with his life, but Italy was different. Italy…Feliciano was his only friend. He'd promised to protect him from day one of their friendship.
He had to after all, Feliciano was so carefree, so careless, so…well idiotic that someone had to protect him from the cruel world out there. He'd not known Germany for one week before he blurted out his real name. He'd begged Germany to do the same but there was no way, what if Italy wound up being from the other side in disguise? He'd never told Italy his true name and some times felt wrong for using Italy's.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a whimper and a moan from the bed. He pulled himself to his feet and brushed the dust off his pants before quietly walking over to the bedside. Italy's face was still a feverish red and his breathing was shallow, his head turned slightly and he panted before doing his best to smile at his friend hovering over him. "I had the bestest…dream."
Germany couldn't help but smile and sat back down on the chair taking Italy's hands in his own, "What was it?"
"We were on holiday in Japan….and…and we were in the hot spring together…..and you….were holding me and you were …smiling." Italy smiled again closing his eyes. "Can…Can we do that for real …some time?"
Germany took a deep breath squeezing Italy's hand gently, "Of course. As soon as you get better." He then let go of the small hand and reached up to grab the wash clothe. It was warm, which meant it needed to be dunked into the cool water again. "Are you feeling any better? The doctor said the meds should have started to kick in by now."
"I'm not exactly sure," Italy squinted before closing his eyes briefly. It was obvious the light in the room was bothering him. "I just know that….I really don't want Pasta right now."
Germany was about to smack Italy - sick or not - for that comment until he realized that Italy had just told him how he was feeling in his own way. He rang out the cloth and placed it back on Italy's forehead. Italy moaned and tried to reach up and remove it but Germany stopped his hand. "Don't. You need this. Other wise your fever won't go down."
"But it's cold, Germany." Italy cried out.
Germany rolled his eyes before settling back in the chair. "It'll warm up soon enough."
"Will you come lay in bed with me?" Italy bluntly asked shivering slightly. "Please? It would keep me so warm."
"I do not snuggle or cuddle or hold anyone in bed." He stated turning bright red. "I've told you this before."
Italy's pale features scrunched up for a few seconds before he answered again, this time at the end of a moan. "But…I'm not just anyone….I'm….I'm….please..?"
The begging in Italy's voice was what got his attention. He was usually a man of his word - usually. Lately he'd gone back on his word whenever it came to Italy and he hated it so. "No. I will not. You are a grown man." As soon as he said those words he regretted them immediately.
"Ca..Can you call big brother France….then?" Did Italy want some bodily contact that badly?
"You want to call your dumb ass brother France over here? Like he would care.' He exclaimed to himself. "Why? I doubt he'd come all the way over here. Especially since I'm here. He's scared shitless of me."
"So I will go over there then." Italy sat up off balance. The compress fell off his forehead and into his lap. "Mama mia…the world sure is turning faster these days.."
"Lay back down you fool, you don't need to be up." Germany exclaimed jumping out of his chair and grabbing Italy by his shoulders pressing him back down into the mattress.
Italy's arms slowly wrapped around the older man's neck and he didn't let go but relaxed back into the pillows. Germany sat there silently listening to their breathing, both heavy. He didn't feel like removing Italy's arms from his neck but didn't want to give in either.
To tell the truth, Italy didn't have the strongest grip on his friend and Germany could have easily removed the small arms laying them back by his side. So why didn't he?
Wordlessly Germany reached forward and gently undid the blankets then slid in beside the smaller figure. The awkwardness slowly died as Italy weakly snuggled into his embrace. He sighed into the brown hair, "Alright, Italy, I will call your older brother later."
"Why?" Italy asked sleepily. "I've got what I wanted…"
Germany blushed bright red. "Well don't think I did this out of charity. You were shivering from your fever and needed to be warmed up. Body heat is the best remedy for that. In the next hour or so I will call for a light meal so you can take your medicine. Then before bed the doctor will come back and check on you."
"Just as long as you don't leave I'll be happy."
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.
Chapter 3
Germany slid against the wall of the sick room landing with his knees tucked underneathe him. He buried his face in his hands as he tried to go through the events one more time to try and figure out who had done this to Italy. So far the only one possible was Russia but he wouldn't do that - would he? Then he remembered the remarks Russia kept making. Usually when Germany forced Italy to do something he rarely had support but Russia had joined him in his own way of encouraging Italy to eat his lunch.
He punched the wall hard causing the two frames to fall off and crash to the floor. "Verdammt, he begged me not have that bastard over and I didn't listen." He slowly turned around to gaze back at the figure laying on the bed, covers up to his chin and a wash clothe over his forehead to try and keep the fever down. He'd never cared before when one of his men was ill, he'd just call a doctor and go on with his life, but Italy was different. Italy…Feliciano was his only friend. He'd promised to protect him from day one of their friendship.
He had to after all, Feliciano was so carefree, so careless, so…well idiotic that someone had to protect him from the cruel world out there. He'd not known Germany for one week before he blurted out his real name. He'd begged Germany to do the same but there was no way, what if Italy wound up being from the other side in disguise? He'd never told Italy his true name and some times felt wrong for using Italy's.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a whimper and a moan from the bed. He pulled himself to his feet and brushed the dust off his pants before quietly walking over to the bedside. Italy's face was still a feverish red and his breathing was shallow, his head turned slightly and he panted before doing his best to smile at his friend hovering over him. "I had the bestest…dream."
Germany couldn't help but smile and sat back down on the chair taking Italy's hands in his own, "What was it?"
"We were on holiday in Japan….and…and we were in the hot spring together…..and you….were holding me and you were …smiling." Italy smiled again closing his eyes. "Can…Can we do that for real …some time?"
Germany took a deep breath squeezing Italy's hand gently, "Of course. As soon as you get better." He then let go of the small hand and reached up to grab the wash clothe. It was warm, which meant it needed to be dunked into the cool water again. "Are you feeling any better? The doctor said the meds should have started to kick in by now."
"I'm not exactly sure," Italy squinted before closing his eyes briefly. It was obvious the light in the room was bothering him. "I just know that….I really don't want Pasta right now."
Germany was about to smack Italy - sick or not - for that comment until he realized that Italy had just told him how he was feeling in his own way. He rang out the cloth and placed it back on Italy's forehead. Italy moaned and tried to reach up and remove it but Germany stopped his hand. "Don't. You need this. Other wise your fever won't go down."
"But it's cold, Germany." Italy cried out.
Germany rolled his eyes before settling back in the chair. "It'll warm up soon enough."
"Will you come lay in bed with me?" Italy bluntly asked shivering slightly. "Please? It would keep me so warm."
"I do not snuggle or cuddle or hold anyone in bed." He stated turning bright red. "I've told you this before."
Italy's pale features scrunched up for a few seconds before he answered again, this time at the end of a moan. "But…I'm not just anyone….I'm….I'm….please..?"
The begging in Italy's voice was what got his attention. He was usually a man of his word - usually. Lately he'd gone back on his word whenever it came to Italy and he hated it so. "No. I will not. You are a grown man." As soon as he said those words he regretted them immediately.
"Ca..Can you call big brother France….then?" Did Italy want some bodily contact that badly?
"You want to call your dumb ass brother France over here? Like he would care.' He exclaimed to himself. "Why? I doubt he'd come all the way over here. Especially since I'm here. He's scared shitless of me."
"So I will go over there then." Italy sat up off balance. The compress fell off his forehead and into his lap. "Mama mia…the world sure is turning faster these days.."
"Lay back down you fool, you don't need to be up." Germany exclaimed jumping out of his chair and grabbing Italy by his shoulders pressing him back down into the mattress.
Italy's arms slowly wrapped around the older man's neck and he didn't let go but relaxed back into the pillows. Germany sat there silently listening to their breathing, both heavy. He didn't feel like removing Italy's arms from his neck but didn't want to give in either.
To tell the truth, Italy didn't have the strongest grip on his friend and Germany could have easily removed the small arms laying them back by his side. So why didn't he?
Wordlessly Germany reached forward and gently undid the blankets then slid in beside the smaller figure. The awkwardness slowly died as Italy weakly snuggled into his embrace. He sighed into the brown hair, "Alright, Italy, I will call your older brother later."
"Why?" Italy asked sleepily. "I've got what I wanted…"
Germany blushed bright red. "Well don't think I did this out of charity. You were shivering from your fever and needed to be warmed up. Body heat is the best remedy for that. In the next hour or so I will call for a light meal so you can take your medicine. Then before bed the doctor will come back and check on you."
"Just as long as you don't leave I'll be happy."