Chapter 1

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*Nations*
•6 months ago•
"Fratello! Stop it, we're just trying our best to help you!" The younger brother, Italy, pleaded his older brother Romano, who was cussing at Germany for flexing his pained limbs too much. Meanwhile, the Asian country known as Japan was tending on the wounds and bruises on Greece's back. The Medditeranean country was murmuring things in his language, wincing most of the time at the pain. Then Greece said softly (but enough for all of them to hear, and in English of course), "Most likely we will be bedridden. But how long?"

 Germany replied, "From what I've seen from both of your injuries, I'd say for about a month."

 "A MONTH?!" Italy shrieked. Romano almost jumped from the inhuman sound, if it weren't from the fact that he was used to it. The others, unfortunately, weren't spared. The others were holding their ears for several minutes, most likely because they haven't heard such a sound in their entire lives. 

After that, Germany sighed, "Yes Italy, a month. And don't make a sound like that, will you?!"

 Italy nodded, tears threatening to come out of his amber-colored eyes, "Scusate..." Romano saw this and glared at Germany, mumbling, "Potato bastard..." and proceeded to comforting his fratello. The other nations stared in awe at the sight before them, knowing that Romano rarely shows his comforting side. 

Japan coughed awkwardly and said, "It's almost nighttime. I should really go now, but I will visit tomorrow. Sayonara." He bowed and left. Germany looked at the time, "And considering Italy won't be able to take care the two of you, I will stay." He left to go to the guest room. 

Italy followed, but not before greeting the injured nations a "good night and sweet dreams!"

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