Hetalia Short Stories!

Get Well Soon

Why is everything so cold? I want to get up and open my eyes, but my head hurts so bad! I want my pasta!

Italy slowly opens his eyes as his vision is being blurred. He can only see colors and the fuzzy shapes of the furniture in front of him. He has realized that he is somewhere different. Italy begins to rapidly blink his eyes until his eyesight became bearable to see in.

The room resembled a more futuristic version of a regular hospital room. He seemed to isolated in a pale room with bright lights that nearly blinded him at first. He looks around the room to find a health monitor on his right side.

"This-a a freaky! Ve~ where is Big Brother Romano?" Quizzically asked the Italian as his head tries to spin around to look for his missing sibling.

The door years open to reveal a lady in a white hazmat suit with a mask over her mouth. She then walks over to the confused Italy and glances at his monitor.

"Mr. Italy, your country is in deep lockdown due to the many outbreaks of the coronavirus in your part of the nation." The lady explained monotonously in Italy "Your health is moderately low, but you'll eventually get better."

Italy's closed eyes dropped for a moment but immediately returned.

"Is-a my Fratello okay-a?" Asked the baffled nation.

"His health is moderately alright since most cases are in your region, not his." Replied the lady as she quickly adjusted the mask on her face.

"Ve~ Yay." Italy cried happily.

The lady quietly giggled at his reaction, but she soon stopped and quickly coughed to herself to regain composure. She then begins to saunter to the door as Italy gazes at her movements. Her hand twisted the knob of the door and peered out of the room. A low sound of wheels turning to get louder as it inches closer to the Italian. It was a dull gray cart with items on the top.

"Mr. Italy, your brother came in earlier today to drop off something for you to eat. He said that this will make you better at the time being." The lady assuredly said as she wheeled the cart closer to Italy. An item that wrapped in plastic was slowly propped on top of his lap. Italy unwrapped the plastic plate to reveal some pasta.

"Pasta~!" Italy said cheerfully at the plate of warm pasta with containers full of tomato sauce and partisan cheese. The lady handed over a plastic fork and a napkin from a cabinet of the cart to the joyous Italian.

"At times like these, I believe food is the main comfort to feeling better." Snickered the lady. She then begins to wheel the cart out of the room. Italy stops for a moment and stares at her.

"Bella, will I see you again?" Questioned Italy.

"I am your nurse, after all, I will assist you during this outbreak, so call for me if you need anything else!" Replied the lady. She quickly shuts the door and the sound of footsteps slowly fades away. Italy redirects his attention to his pasta as he twirls his fork in it.

"Pasta makes-a everything better-a!" He murmured to himself as he shoves the fork full of pasta to his face.

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Good day gamers and non-gamers! I finally posted another chapter in this book! Yay! Honestly, I feel for our Northern Italy here; hope he gets better! Don't forget to wash your hands with soap for 20 seconds or use hand sanitizer! Drink lots of water and social distance yourselves!

~Mango