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[pecorinoromano]

[Nations were generally pretty sturdy. There wasn't a lot that could harm them and there wasn't a lot that could make them sick. In fact, there was pretty much nothing that could make them sick. Except for the stupid cold they got whenever the economy took a turn for the worse. When that happened there really wasn't much that could be done except deal with it until it stopped. This was currently the case with Spain and for some reason Romano was the one tasked with dealing with it.

Probably because he had volunteered and kicked France out of the house]

You just had to get sick today, didn't you? I have work to do, damn it. [He sighs, running a hand through his hair] Anyway, do you want....soup or something? 

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[tierradelsol]

[Spain was breathing hard, a ton of blankets over him that made him feel too hot but he felt too cold whenever he threw any of them away. He'd been wondering why did no one came to visit him when he was on his deathbed. Or what he had convinced himself was his deathbed anyway. But then Romano had came and even though he wasn't the best nurse he could get- not by far- Spain was still grateful for it.]

I'm sorry Roma, the Boss is supposed to take care of you and not the other way round...

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano is 99% sure Spain is not dying. He'd be freaking out a lot more if he was]

You haven't been my boss for centuries now so don't even start. And anyway you've got a fever. You're not gonna be doing much of anything until that goes away.

[tierradelsol]

[He's obviously dying ok he knows these things.]

But staying in bed all day is boring...

[pecorinoromano]

Yeah, well, you're sick so you shouldn't be dumb and make it worse. [The last thing he needs is Spain collapsing or something because he just wouldn't rest. Romano reaches out, lightly pressing the back of his hand to Spain's forehead] See, you're still really warm.

[tierradelsol]

No, your hand is cold. [He corrects, reaching to press both his hands on top of Romano's hand as he nuzzles it gently, letting it slide to his cheek.]

's nice.

[pecorinoromano]

No, my hand is normal body temperature. You're the one who's a fucking oven. [He lets Spain nuzzle though and actually drags his thumb lightly over his cheekbone]

Anyway, I'm gonna get you a cool cloth and make you something to eat. Keep your ass in bed and try not to die while I'm gone.

[tierradelsol]

[He hums a bit before nodding to show he understands. But he doesn't let go of his hand :U]

[pecorinoromano]

[Well that's not helpful]

Spain. I need my hand to do those things.

[tierradelsol]

Then don't go do those things. I want you by my side.

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano debates yanking his hand away. A million insults and snippy comments come into his head but he pushes them down. It's always his first reaction to flail and yell but that won't really help right now, will it? For once he manages to be logical, blush in response to Spain saying he wants him here aside, and sits down on the edge of the bed next to the older Nation]

Okay. Fine. But I don't want to hear any whining in a couple hours when you're starving, got it?

you saw nothing

[tierradelsol]

[Spain lets out a chuckle and not only because he feels too weak to chew on food, let alone eating so the idea of starving is funny right now.
Or maybe the fever is making him dizzy, who knows.]

Why are you here taking care of boss?

I saw EVERYTHING. But it'll be our secret.

[pecorinoromano]

[Why is he taking care of Spain.....]

Well! Well....because....[Because he cares. Because he's worried] Because someone has to do it, damn it! If left to your own devices you'll probably find some way to die like a moron!

[tierradelsol]

[He lets out a weak whimper and turns around slightly, pulling the cover on top of his head.]

I'm sorry Boss is being weak.

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano lets out a long suffering sigh and reaches out to pat Spain's back] It's not like you can do anything, I guess. Shit happens. So, uh, do you want anything? [God damn he is bad at being comforting]

[tierradelsol]

I want soup. Can I get some?

[He might be peeking from under the blankets to give him the puppy eyes.]

[pecorinoromano]

Yeah, yeah. You can. Stop making that fucking face at me. [He is immune to the puppy eyes. ....Well, okay, half immune. Whatever. He gets up from the bed now that he has his hand back and starts to head for the door, stopping after a few steps to turn back and look at Spain as if he's considering something. He moves back towards the bed and without saying a word leans down to press a kiss to Spain's forehead. Then he hurries the hell out of the room before Spain can comment on him doing that. Maybe he's sick enough that he'll forget it happened by the time Romano comes back. And if not, Romano will just say he was checking his temperature. Totally logical, right?]

[tierradelsol]

[Right. Spain... doesn't exactly forget by the time he's back but he does assume the could is making him see things in a particular, fever-tainted way. Romano is so very cute, but he's also so very not affective so there's no way he would have done that. Right?

Still he's smiling goofily at him when he comes back.]

[pecorinoromano]

[Totally the fever, yup.

Romano comes back a while later, tray in hand. He's brought soup, some bread and tea]

Why are you looking at me like that? Sit up.

[tierradelsol]

Because I had a cute dream.

[He does as he's told and sit up, shifting the blankets around him.] Are you going to feed me?

[pecorinoromano]

[He makes a face when Spain mentions having a cute dream but doesn't say anything, setting the tray down in front of the older Nation]

The fuck? What am I, your servant? You can feed yourself. [Unless he legitimately can't in which case....Romano will complain but do it]

[tierradelsol]

But I'm sick! [He manages to sound like whiny petulant child. Even though he's supposed to be an adult.]

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano gives him a flat look]

How old are you again? Because I'm pretty sure it's somewhere around 2,000 and not five. Come on, you're perfectly capable of feeding yourself.

[tierradelsol]

[Spain gives him a pout but it doesn't last long, staying upset is tiring when he's healthy and now that he's sick it's even more tiresome. So he grabs the spoon and begins eating.]

But you're supposed to take care of me.

[pecorinoromano]

[The pout just receives a glare and Romano crosses his arms over his chest. He's not going to admit that he does feel a little bad for refusing. Just a little]

I am taking care of you. Who made you the soup in the first place? [He huffs and sits down at the foot of the bed, careful not to jostle the tray and spill food everywhere] You're sick, not helpless.

[tierradelsol]

And it is a good soup. [Nom nom nom slowly but surely eating.]

But what can I say? I like mimitos when I'm sick si?