Romano Sick

Do You Hear It?

"Fratello?", asked Feleciano and knocked on the door. "Breakfast is ready?! Please calm down. Spain, Germany and I are waiting for you." He waited a few seconds at the door, then he went down. He sat down to Spain and Germany at the table.

When Romano opened his eyes he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He turned and rolled around his bed to rid the pain away but it was pointless. "Ughh"

That was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "Shit. I need to go down, or otherwise my stupid brother, or the tomato bastard comes up. I don't want them to worry about me. I'm fine. I hope I'm fine!?', thought Romano to himself.

He sat with his elbows down on his bed and tried to stand up. He tried to ignore the pain but it just got worse. He felt suddenly something rise in his throat.

"Ughh...crap..."

Then he jumped up and slammed the door. He ran over to the bathroom and slammed the door again. "Hopefully they didn't hear this. But what if they have?", Romano thought and felt a little panic as he stood in the bathroom.

*cough cough* He felt now sick and leaned over the toilet. The cough and wheeze didn't stop.

Spain heard suddenly a cough. "Feleciano and Germany are here now but who is it then... OH MY GOD! Lovi!", thought Spain, got panic and stood up. "What's wrong Spain?", asked Germany with a little bit worry in his face. "Do you hear it?", said Spain and listened. "What?! What do your hear? Whats going on?!", he said and stood up too. "Don't you hear it? The cough."
Now the three were quietly. Fact: They heard a cough. It sounded dry and painful.

"Fratello", whimpered Feleciano as a tear ran over his face. Spain trudged up the stairs followed by northern Italy and Germany. When Spain was at the door he knocked loudly. "Lovi?! Everything ok? I come in, okay?", said Antonio loudly. "No! Stay out tomato bastard!", cried Romano followed by a painful cough. The Spaniard gave it. He ignored the screaming and flung open the door. The first thing he saw was his beloved Lovi sitting on the ground. He was very pale and had beads of sweat on his forehead. His hair was a mess and his eyes wich were once so lively are now just gray and dull.

"I said you should stay out tomato bastard! Get-", he was cut off by a cough. He leaned back on the toilet. "Lovi!", Spain screamed and ran over to Lovino's side. He rubbed circles on Lovino's back. "Fratello?", Feleciano whimpered and began to cry. Germany went briefly to the side of Spain. "Stay here with Romano. I'll go down with Feleciano and try to calm him down." The Spaniard nodded in agreement. Romano stopped coughing. He was breathing shallow and leaned against Antonio. Antonio blushed then. "I should put him on the couch. That would be the best", he thought to himself. He took Lovino (bridal style) and carried him down the stairs into the living room.

Feleciano cried and Germany tried to get him calm. Spain put Romano on the couch. As Spain laid him on the couch he groaned in pain and began to shake uncontrollably. Germany went to Antonio's side followed by Feleciano. "What's wrong with him?", asked northern Italy concerned.