You can't do everything alone -P3-(GermanyXReader)

You knew that Kiku wanted to comfort you and assist you in any way he could. A talk was coming and you could easily tell by the serious but gentle look that swirled in his eyes. As you waited for Kiku’s response, you busied yourself with better equipping Ludwig’s room. There was no time to waist with such an emergency. So no matter how you felt inside you had to keep moving forward and knowing Kiku he would be more then happy to help you while the two of you spoke.

First thing was first you wanted to change the bedding into something a bit warmer. Whenever you personally had even the slightest hint of a fever, you felt as if the world was trying to freeze you for some horrible crime. Therefore, it wouldn’t hurt to make his bedding a bit more suited to a cool and mild day. As you tugged gently at the corners of his sheets intending to replace them with the rest of the bedding, you brother Kiku walked up beside you and began to help.

A silence stayed between the two of you as you worked to wrestle the fabrics off Ludwig’s bed but it didn’t last. Japan was merely trying to think of a way to start, what to say first carefully planning his words. Just after the previous bedding had been removed Kiku opened his mouth to speak. “You did the right thing…with your care I am certain Germany-san wirr be okay”

Your (e/c) eyes shifted over to your brother thankful he supported your decisions, but still even if his fever receded and he started to recover, it would just be the beginning.  “I know, it’s just if he got this sick he will need to fully recover before he can take on all his normal activities,” You said with a soft voice while you wondered over to the closet to try to locate some fresh linens. “It’s going to be difficult just keeping him from getting into the same routine that caused all this. Even when he gets over the worst of it he will need to take it easy for a while,” Truthfully, you figured the main reason for Germany’s sudden sickness was partially due to stubbornness and his willingness to take on the world.

You know how much he had to do for his own country but even so he managed most of the military tactics for the axis and ninety percent of Italy’s issues, which could range from not being able to find something, to God knows what else. Your brother patiently listened and waiting for his time to speak as you continued while looking for new bedding. “I mean I could easily take care of Italy for German to help him….but how will I make him actually rest and recover,” You said as your brows furrowed with a combination of worry and frustration. Finally, you caught sight of what you had been searching for and pulled out a fresh set of sheets, along with a light but warm blanket.

Kiku mulled over your worries, trying to find a solution as you walked back towards the bed with the bedding in tow. As the two of you began fitting the sheets to Germany’s bed Kiku opened his mouth to speak. “Werr, you could arways be more like Germany-san,” he suggested, leaving you with a bewildered look upon your face.

“What do you mean?” you asked before yanking the final edge of the fitted sheet into place.

“Germany-san is very authoritative. I know you could be if you wanted to, so why not be that way to him. He might respond better to that.” The very suggestion seemed impossible at first thought, but Kiku seemed to think it would be the best way to get the result you wanted. It did after all make sense in a almost backwards way.

“But that is easy to do with Italy because he is just so childish, and you’re my brother I can always boss you around if I need to but Germany is….he is Germany,” You said hoping your brother could understand what you meant, despite your lack of explanation.

Kiku once more seemed to be caught in thought, if only for a split second. “That is true….but if you don’t find a way to make sure he takes it easy he could just end up right back where he started,” your brother said only stating what you knew to be truth. Somehow, it just seemed more absolute when Kiku pointed out the obvious fact.

Biting your plush pink lips at the small feeling of dismay, you grabbed the unfitted simplistic white cotton sheet. As you unfolded the material, a calming scent filled the air. It was the same scent that anything the German washed carried, but when you grab something that has been put up for a while sometimes that burst of freshness can be a surprise.

It may not have seemed like much to anyone else but it reminded you of the day you first came to this place. How even though your room was meant to welcome you, the sheets upon your bed smelled like coziness. You never thought of it before, but that calming scent that smelled of rainfall and honeysuckle it was somehow comforting. So natural and sweet and somehow forgotten, did all of Germany’s clothes smell like this? You couldn’t remember but for some reason you wanted to, perhaps it was just the remnants of fear that fueled your thoughts.

Nevertheless, you continued with preparing Ludwig’s bed. Pushing the silly questions aside, you responded to your brother with a simple “You’re right,” followed soon with a sigh and “I will think of something.” From that point on you and Kiku finished making the bed anew in silence.

From time to time, he would look over to as if to make sure you had nothing else on your mind. Sadly, your (e/c) hues gave away the obvious; indeed, you were trapped in thought. Maybe Kiku’s idea is what’s best, but Ludwig would be insistent on continuing Feliciano’s and Kiku’s training... I suppose I will have to take over many things. As the idea began to settle in your mind, you let out an audible sigh. You were nearly finished with the bed at that point but still your thoughts buzzed like bees.

Well, if they can do it I can too and after all being a girl was no excuse to have things easier. Suddenly giving a halfhearted chuckle at your own reference to the very thing Germany had told you on your first day in the Axis. Kiku raised a brow of confusion before asking, “Wat’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing Kiku don’t worry about it.” You said just as you finally finished making the bed. Still, you had a few minor things to take care of before Italy returned with a hopefully semi-conscious Germany; not the least of which was getting rid of the dirty linens.

~~Meanwhile with our favorite Italian~~

Feliciano had somehow managed to strip and plop his dearest best friend into the bathtub. Despite his amber eyes being closed, a look of worry stayed apparent on his face. His best friend in the whole-wide world was sick and somehow the Italian couldn’t help but feel partly responsible, even though he wasn’t sure why. A soft and subtle sigh escaped his lips as the Italian slid down the wall beside the bath. There he sat on the floor next to Germany, knees pulled up as he kept an eye on his unconscious friend.

“Ya know…I think bella has been worried about you for a while now Germany” The little redheaded man said all of a sudden. Speaking as if it was just another normal conversation between the two, after all if Germany wasn’t yelling he didn’t normally say much.

“Your always telling us we need to be stronger but you’re always strong for us, ya know Ve?” For once, the Italian had a legitimate point as if when he wanted to be somewhat serious he could actually work those tiny brain cells.  

Feliciano looked to the side to face his friend almost pouting as he thought about what he said. “But if you get sick and are gone…who will be there for us? Who will take care of me and keep me in check?” Feliciano said before waiting a few moments and answering his own questions.

“Bella could…but she isn’t my best friend. She is my friend but she isn’t you Germany, no one could replace you. That’s like saying pasta is the same as potatoes Ve~” he said giving a soft chuckle at his own silly saying. The little red head thought that if he kept talking to his friend maybe some of it would make it to him and maybe he would wake up faster.

“Besides if that happened who would take care of bella. She won’t let Japan really take care of her anymore. She told me before that she wants to give back to him for all the care he gave her in the past, she wants to be able to stand on her own two feet Ve~” There is was some of the truth. The obnoxious Italian was never very good at keeping secrets or any information for that matter, but still he just wanted to talk to his friend.

“She won’t let Japan worry over her, but you worry differently. You just tell her she needs to keep her strength up and help her but expect her to do it on her own too. You push her in the right direction and let her try and if she fails you help but you don’t do it all for her like Japan wants to do Ve~. You’re the only one she let’s worry over her Ve~….because your different.” Each word came out careful and planned as if the Italian was actually thinking over what he said.

The huge expanse of information was all true, even if you didn’t realize it just yet. If there was one thing Feliciano was good at it was understanding people’s feelings. Maybe not people like Germany sometimes, but you were a beautiful girl and thus he put extra effort into understanding you. Besides, unlike Germany you would be more then willing to talk to Feliciano about things if he was confused, have a little heart to heart.  You were sweet, kind, and more then willing to express yourself so long as Feliciano did not fluster you too much.

The Italian’s half-lidded eyes glanced over towards a clock on the wall, with all his talking a little over ten minutes had already gone by. Thus, he stood up from where he sat and grabbed a few towels, along with some clothes he stole from Germany’s room. Really, it was just a tank and boxers, but still clothes would eventually be needed. It was then that he heard a slight groan and stir in the waters behind him.


~Germany’s POV~

I hate zhis place…stuck between sleeping and avake, I hate it. Not even a simple dream to pass the time, nein just darkness and the muffled sounds of the world around me. I known I am being moved but as to vhere I am unsure. Soon enough it feels as if I am plunged into a new sensation.

In zhis dark trench it almost feels like it feels with vater all around me. It’s cool and refreshing but at zhe same time it feels like it could numb me if I don’t swim. The abyss I have been living in just starts to fill vith zhis vater. Threatening to drown me if I don’t keep moving but it also keeps filling the void pushing zhe water closer and closer to the light vorld above. Pushing me into reality once more….I just have to make it up zhere, let zhe vater carry me to zhe top.

Zhe closer I get zhe louder I can here Italy. He vas talking about somesing. I can only make out so much but I shink he is talking about us being friends. Zhen as I get closer to the top I can make out more, I can hear more clearly. He vas talking about ______, and how she refused to let anyone vorry except me? Italy explains…but it doesn’t make any sense. No matter how close I am I can’t make everysing out…half of his words just simply drown in zhe vaters depth.

As I reach zhe top I vant to ask him vhat he means but as I slowly come into reality its too much work. Mien head is spinning and mien eyes are blurry, before I could zhink but now it seems so much harder. Groaning as I feel my body ache I half regret being brought back to reality. Still I must try to remember to ask him about vhat he said later.

~End Germany POV~


“GERMANY!” the Italian squealed and shouted turning around and nearly jumping into the bath to hug the man. He was just starting to wake up dazed, groggy, and confused. In that instant the little Italian man seemed to brighten up, it was as if the fact that Germany was awake meant he was all better now. In reality, it just meant they successfully lowered his core temperature by about two degrees. Just enough to bring him back to consciousness.

Icy blue eyes glanced over at the squealing Italian as Germany opened his mouth to speak. “Vhy am I in zhe bath..?” he said in a groggy voice obviously confused by the whole matter.

“Bella said it would lower your fever some so you might wake up Ve~~” Feliciano said with the usual dumb smile he wore. Only for a second did he realize Germany might be a bit fatigued so he asked his friend “Do you want me to help you get out and dressed Ve~~?” It sounded so childish and innocent but still the awkward question registered with the German man.

“N-Nien…I vill do it on my own just leave me alone” He said awkwardly still half dazed from waking up but being Germany he was stubborn as ever even when sick and just gaining his consciousness back.

“Okay ve~~~” the redheaded Italian said giving a small salute with the wrong hand before walking out of the bathroom. Nevertheless, he did stay just outside the door just to make sure that if anything bad happened or if his best friend needed him he would be there. Besides, he knew you would kill him if he left Germany completely alone after his collapse this morning.

About ten minutes later Germany opened the door now somewhat clothed and with a red tint to his cheeks from the fever still being present. Almost instinctively, Feliciano grabbed his hand and started dragging Germany towards his room. For once, the German did not protest but merely went along with it his breathing unsteady as he trudged towards his bedroom.

Each step he took seemed to need far more effort then necessary; as if it took ten times the energy it normally would just to lift a finger. It was a short distance but after what seemed like ages for the German man, the two of them had made it to his room. Germany was then pushed into bed by the happy go lucky Italian. Just as he opened, his mouth to protest Germany half realized that his bed had been changed and it took his mind a second to adjust. Italy took this opportunity to tuck in his friend before wondering out to grab you.

Luckily you were just down the hall and walking towards the room with a small book in tow. Just seeing Italy you realized that he must have gotten Ludwig into bed, you just weren’t sure if he was awake now or not. With hurried steps, you walked past the Italian who tried to tell you something before you flew past him. Opening the door you saw Ludwig half dazed but eyes open and with a usual disgruntled face half sitting up looking at the new covers and linens you placed on the bed.

“Ludwig” You called and instantly he glanced back towards you. You of course made your way to his bedside and pushed gently on his chest so he would lie back down. “No getting up, you are to rest,” You said with a stern voice before grabbing the cool compress you prepared just moments ago and placing it on his forehead.

“But I have things I must do, I don’t have time to be sick” Germany said shooting you a small glare trying his best to weasel his way out of bed despite the way his body felt and how it wanted nothing more then rest.

“I will handle it, that is my job after all” You said in a quick retort. You then grabbed the thermometer and stuck it into the German’s mouth just as he opened it to protest. As you heard him grumble you could help but give a soft laugh, at least he was awake. Despite that even by looking at him, you could tell he was still very sick.

He tried so hard to hide it but his breathing was still labored, he was so easy to push back into bed even though you knew he tried to resist. The usually brilliant blue eyes he held were dulled and sunken in. Even his cheeks were still red with fever, there was something else wrong but as for what you were not sure just yet. Fortunately, you just had to give him a quick check over and then you might have your answer with a bit of referring to the book you brought in.

Pulling the thermometer from his lips, you glanced down at it. Thankfully, it offered some relief his fever had gone down to 102.4 degrees Fahrenheit, much better then before. You then wrote something down on a small clipboard you placed on his nightstand opening you mouth to speak as you wrote. “Well then let’s continue…then you can rest okay?”