FIC - Hetalia - Germany/Italy Russian Roulette Ch 04
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 4
(And I’m finally comfortable writing my way of Hurt and Comfort with these two! :3 I hope y’all like this chapter. Chapter 5 is coming soon!)
Germany sighed looking down from his book as Italy’s shaking started again. He put a hand on his friend’s side hoping to comfort him. “It’s alright.”
The smaller figure beside him just groaned curling into himself more. The poison’s full effect had finally hit Italy about an hour prior. Severe stomach pains had caused the young man to wake up from his troubled sleep crying out.
Since then Italy hadn’t moved from his self made cocoon. Germany had since made a spot on the bed so he could stay by Italy’s side offering comfort when he could. Mostly he was just reading up on military tactics when Italy got the rare chance to rest.
“I…I don’t think…I ever wanna eat anything again.” He whispered wincing and burying his face into the mattress.
Germany shut his book and reached over placing his hand up against Italy’s forehead. The fever was still raging and Italy seemed to be weaker with each passing minute. He looked at the clock on the wall noting Italy still had six hours before he could take his medication again wondering if he should tell him or not. “Don’t say that. You will be wanting some pasta very soon.” He sighed before continuing hoping he could get a small smile out of his friend. “In fact once you feel better I will try my hand at Italian Cuisine.”
Italy took a few seconds to register what Germany had just said. He slowly uncurled and weakly turned to face the other man. “Really?”
“Yes, really. If it will make you happy, I will even try a bit.” He said taking a deep breath. He felt the weight shift on the mattress and before he knew it Italy was in his lap, laying his head on one of Germany’s shoulders.
“If you are holding me it doesn’t hurt as bad.” Italy murmured.
Germany wrapped his arms around the small frame letting a tiny smile escape but unseen by Italy. He did take the compress and wash Italy’s neck with it hoping to cool him down a bit but other wise he just sat there strangely content holding the other man. The weight in his arms felt almost natural, even the sharp chin digging into his shoulder felt normal, he wanted Italy in his arms. He had just been unable for so long to say so.
“If you feel better this way then stay.” Germany found himself saying. ‘What am I saying?’ He shouted in his head burying his face in the brown hair that belonged to Italy with complete embarrassment. Now that he said it, he couldn’t go back on his word.
It wound up that Italy did stay, even when the next phase of stomach pains came he just clung to Germany more. Germany could only hold him and try to comfort during these times wishing the doctor were here.
He started to wonder if maybe he should call France. His feelings for the gay Frenchman were being out weighed by the pain Italy was in and by the fact that he knew there was nothing to be done. “Italy, should I call your brother?”
“Why?”
“Look at you. You are in so much pain and maybe you’d feel better with family here.”
Italy pushed away from Germany slightly, his arms wrapped around his middle. “Why? My family is already here.”
“What?”
“You’re my family.” Italy whispered before doubling over. His figure spasmed and he tried to climb out of the bed. “Sorry…don’t feel so good.” He fell out of the bed onto the floor and covered his mouth with one of his hands.
Germany got the message and jumped out of the bed lifting Italy to his feet but supporting him completely. “Just hold it a bit longer.”
In the restroom Italy fell to his knees just in time for his body to clench up and then lurch towards the toilet. Nothing came out because in every mean he was empty. He hadn’t eaten since lunch. His body kept trying to rid itself of whatever was causing it pain, which meant Italy had to repeat the motions many times with dry heaves until it calmed down.
Germany hovered over him keeping a hand on his shoulder while reaching into the cabinet above the sink to pull out a clean washcloth. He turned the sink on drowning out Italy’s wretching for a few seconds before turning back to Italy.
Italy was limp, his head laying on his arms that were still on the toilet seat. He panted, all of his energy gone and his ribs sore from the dry heaves. “Germany, I don’t like this anymore.”
“You liked it to begin with?” Germany asked kneeling down beside his friend.
“Yes, a little because you were so nice to me and I wasn’t being yelled at.” Italy took a deep breath wincing as his diaphragm expanded making his sore ribs cry out in pain.
“Easy, just relax and put this on your face for a few seconds. It will cool down your fever.” He lay the damp cloth across the pale features and heard Italy let out a weak sigh of relief. “I’m sorry if I yell at you too much, Italy. I will try not to do it anymore.”
Italy didn’t respond but turned and leaned into Germany’s embrace. “Make Russia take his curse away, Germany. I don’t want it anymore.”
“I wish I could Italy. We just have to wait it out.” He didn’t even try to correct Italy this time, that it was poison not a curse, but he was exhausted as well and stood up carefully gathering the sick man into his arms. “Let’s take you back to your bed. If the pain starts up again I will call the doctor back and see if we can get you some pain killers, alright?”
Italy weakly nodded wrapping his arms around Germany’s neck, leaning closely into his warmth. The wet cloth was still across his face and he liked it there for now. Germany couldn’t see how scared he really was. “Germany, am I going to die?”
Germany laid Italy back in the bed and climbed in with him before answering, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“Good, I don’t want to die. I heard there isn’t any pasta in Heaven.”
Instead of getting annoyed Germany actually smiled and pulled the covers up around them, “Well then you can’t die then can you?” Italy shook his head before drifting off to sleep.
End Chapter 4
Please review 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 4
(And I’m finally comfortable writing my way of Hurt and Comfort with these two! :3 I hope y’all like this chapter. Chapter 5 is coming soon!)
Germany sighed looking down from his book as Italy’s shaking started again. He put a hand on his friend’s side hoping to comfort him. “It’s alright.”
The smaller figure beside him just groaned curling into himself more. The poison’s full effect had finally hit Italy about an hour prior. Severe stomach pains had caused the young man to wake up from his troubled sleep crying out.
Since then Italy hadn’t moved from his self made cocoon. Germany had since made a spot on the bed so he could stay by Italy’s side offering comfort when he could. Mostly he was just reading up on military tactics when Italy got the rare chance to rest.
“I…I don’t think…I ever wanna eat anything again.” He whispered wincing and burying his face into the mattress.
Germany shut his book and reached over placing his hand up against Italy’s forehead. The fever was still raging and Italy seemed to be weaker with each passing minute. He looked at the clock on the wall noting Italy still had six hours before he could take his medication again wondering if he should tell him or not. “Don’t say that. You will be wanting some pasta very soon.” He sighed before continuing hoping he could get a small smile out of his friend. “In fact once you feel better I will try my hand at Italian Cuisine.”
Italy took a few seconds to register what Germany had just said. He slowly uncurled and weakly turned to face the other man. “Really?”
“Yes, really. If it will make you happy, I will even try a bit.” He said taking a deep breath. He felt the weight shift on the mattress and before he knew it Italy was in his lap, laying his head on one of Germany’s shoulders.
“If you are holding me it doesn’t hurt as bad.” Italy murmured.
Germany wrapped his arms around the small frame letting a tiny smile escape but unseen by Italy. He did take the compress and wash Italy’s neck with it hoping to cool him down a bit but other wise he just sat there strangely content holding the other man. The weight in his arms felt almost natural, even the sharp chin digging into his shoulder felt normal, he wanted Italy in his arms. He had just been unable for so long to say so.
“If you feel better this way then stay.” Germany found himself saying. ‘What am I saying?’ He shouted in his head burying his face in the brown hair that belonged to Italy with complete embarrassment. Now that he said it, he couldn’t go back on his word.
It wound up that Italy did stay, even when the next phase of stomach pains came he just clung to Germany more. Germany could only hold him and try to comfort during these times wishing the doctor were here.
He started to wonder if maybe he should call France. His feelings for the gay Frenchman were being out weighed by the pain Italy was in and by the fact that he knew there was nothing to be done. “Italy, should I call your brother?”
“Why?”
“Look at you. You are in so much pain and maybe you’d feel better with family here.”
Italy pushed away from Germany slightly, his arms wrapped around his middle. “Why? My family is already here.”
“What?”
“You’re my family.” Italy whispered before doubling over. His figure spasmed and he tried to climb out of the bed. “Sorry…don’t feel so good.” He fell out of the bed onto the floor and covered his mouth with one of his hands.
Germany got the message and jumped out of the bed lifting Italy to his feet but supporting him completely. “Just hold it a bit longer.”
In the restroom Italy fell to his knees just in time for his body to clench up and then lurch towards the toilet. Nothing came out because in every mean he was empty. He hadn’t eaten since lunch. His body kept trying to rid itself of whatever was causing it pain, which meant Italy had to repeat the motions many times with dry heaves until it calmed down.
Germany hovered over him keeping a hand on his shoulder while reaching into the cabinet above the sink to pull out a clean washcloth. He turned the sink on drowning out Italy’s wretching for a few seconds before turning back to Italy.
Italy was limp, his head laying on his arms that were still on the toilet seat. He panted, all of his energy gone and his ribs sore from the dry heaves. “Germany, I don’t like this anymore.”
“You liked it to begin with?” Germany asked kneeling down beside his friend.
“Yes, a little because you were so nice to me and I wasn’t being yelled at.” Italy took a deep breath wincing as his diaphragm expanded making his sore ribs cry out in pain.
“Easy, just relax and put this on your face for a few seconds. It will cool down your fever.” He lay the damp cloth across the pale features and heard Italy let out a weak sigh of relief. “I’m sorry if I yell at you too much, Italy. I will try not to do it anymore.”
Italy didn’t respond but turned and leaned into Germany’s embrace. “Make Russia take his curse away, Germany. I don’t want it anymore.”
“I wish I could Italy. We just have to wait it out.” He didn’t even try to correct Italy this time, that it was poison not a curse, but he was exhausted as well and stood up carefully gathering the sick man into his arms. “Let’s take you back to your bed. If the pain starts up again I will call the doctor back and see if we can get you some pain killers, alright?”
Italy weakly nodded wrapping his arms around Germany’s neck, leaning closely into his warmth. The wet cloth was still across his face and he liked it there for now. Germany couldn’t see how scared he really was. “Germany, am I going to die?”
Germany laid Italy back in the bed and climbed in with him before answering, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“Good, I don’t want to die. I heard there isn’t any pasta in Heaven.”
Instead of getting annoyed Germany actually smiled and pulled the covers up around them, “Well then you can’t die then can you?” Italy shook his head before drifting off to sleep.
End Chapter 4
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