Mine Forever

Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

It has been about a week after going to that club. Romano has about fifteen hours left that he can spend outside before possibly having to do another deal that would probably get him raped on stage again.

 

He was thinking about tipping over anything he possible can in the room. However, he had just eaten recently, meaning that he vomited the food back out and ate some grapes to make himself not so hungry.

 

France entered the room. "What do you want now?" He asked.

 

"You always just have your lamp and maybe T.V. on. Lights on." The florescent lights came on, lighting up the whole room. He plopped down on the bed next to Romano and hugged his back.

 

"I'm not feeling so good today..."

 

"What's wrong?"

 

Romano shrugged. "I'm just tired all the damn time."

 

France, taking this as a lying excuse to not do anything sexual, lifted up Romano's shirt, noticing his back. "Mon dieu! You have one hell of a rash on your back!"

 

"What?" Romano turned around to look at him.

 

"It's all over your face, as well! Are you feeling itchy at all?"

 

Romano shook his head slowly. "No."

 

"Well, I should call the doctor, just in case."

 

"Whatever. I won't argue against that."

 

"How are you feeling, exactly?"

 

"...Tired, dizzy... Um... Sometimes my heart beats unaturally fast... And I get exhausted just from going to one place to the next, like from here, to the fridge, and back, for example."

 

"Okay. I'll be right back, wait in bed for me, okay?" Romano nodded.

 

He felt okay at the moment. He was just laying in bed, listening to the T.V. while waiting for France to return. He almost felt comfortable, until France returned.

 

"Okay, lets go." France unlocked Romano's collar and picked the boy up. Romano was about to protest by saying that he could walk on his own, but quickly remembering that doing so would just make him exhausted again.

 

He was carefully placed and buckled into the passenger seat of the car. Part of him wondered why his wrists or ankles weren't chained together, but that thought quickly changed when he realized that even if he were to try to escape, he wouldn't get far.

 

He was carefully escorted into the clinic by France, and into a seat. He heard France converse with one of the ladies behind the desks, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. It wasn't long before he was called back.

 

The nurse checked his height, then weighed him, and he was surprised by his own weight. He was a little under a hundred pounds. He heard the nurse say something, but again, couldn't understand it, before they were sent into the doctor's office.

 

There, he had his blood pressure checked. The numbers were high for his heart rate, but low for his blood pressure. Then he had his temperature checked. The nurse copied the numbers down, said something to France, then left.

 

"That's weird. How can you be in the nineties when it comes to weight? Am I not feed- No, that doesn't make sense..." Romano stayed quiet during France's conversation with himself.

 

Then the doctor came in with an "Allo," and some other words Romano couldn't understand. France and the doctor talked for a little bit, and France sounded like he was arguing for one part of it, before the blond turned to Romano.

 

"He wants me to ask you if you're bulimic, cher."

 

"Bulim... Bulimica? No, I'm not." He shook his head for the doctor. It was technically true. After all, he would always have something to eat after throwing up the possibly drugged food France would make for him.

 

"....If you don't tell the truth, then I'll get a camera for the bathroom so I can watch everytime you use it, plus cher."

 

"I... I am not... I... I always eat something from the fridge right after..."

 

"Wait a second, what was that again?"

 

"I... Damn it... I don't want to be drugged. Who would?"

 

It took a second for France to register exactly what he meant.

 

"Il a dit que si il se sentait comme il a mange trop de gras ou de sucre, il le fera vomir, mais manger quelque chose comme le droit de fruits apres."*

 

"Il semble etre anemiques."*

 

"Quoi?!"* He turned his head back towards Romano. "He said that you're anemic because of that!"

 

"What?"

 

The doctor asked France some more questions, making the blond nod sadly. Then the doctor asked another question, and he shrugged. Romano leaned his head back against the chair.

 

"He wants you to lie down on this... Thing, plus cher." France moved to a leather bed-like thing with sterile paper covering it.

 

Romano did as he was told, and the doctor lifted up his shirt to see the redness of his skin. Then he rolled up his pant legs, just to see how far the redness has spread, it seemed. He put his stephoscope in his ears and placed the cold metal on Romano's chest for a minute before pulling back. Romano kept his breathing steady the entire time, not knowing what else to do.

 

  The doctor asked some more questions in French, went on his computer, and dismissed the two out of the room.

 

"We have to go downstairs to get your blood taken. I tried reasoning with him, saying that taking even more blood from you would be bad, but he needs to see results. Also, you're going to have to take one vitamin pill, and an anti-depressant daily."

 

"Wait a second... Wait... He needs my blood, and I'm going to be taking pills?" France nodded.

 

"I'm confused too... But doctor's orders are doctor's orders."

 

Romano was seated again, and France started talking to some person behind the desk again, before sitting down next to Romano.

 

"After this, it's good to have sugar and salt in your system. I'll take you to a patisserie(1) after this."

 

"'Kay..." He said, sounding tired.

 

When Romano was called back, he had to go alone this time. The nurse tied a purple band around his arm, poked at the vein a couple times, before taking it out and placing the needle with a tube attached to it inside of Romano's arm.

 

Romano looked away from the blood filling the tube. He made a small noise when he felt his body temperature getting slightly colder before he was done.

 

France supported Romano's body until they got into the car again.

 

"How did it go?"

 

"It didn't hurt... It just... Felt weird... I'm dizzy..."

 

"That makes sense." France drove to the closest patisserie, where Romano picked out a few things. France aloud Romano to eat one of the not-so-messy things in his car on the way home.

 

"Now then..." France locked Romano to the wall once again. "I will be gone for a little bit, but I will be back as soon as I can. Eat your sweets, and I'll be back with some more sugary things, as well as other food items."

 

"Take your time." Romano mumbled, hugging a pillow close to his chest.

~~~

France returned about an hour later with four bags full of things. He put most of the items away in the pantry, and some in the fridge. Then France poured something in a glass and handed it to Romano.

 

The nostagic smell hit Romano's nostrils right away. "Tomato juice?" He asked.

 

France nodded. "Oui." He threw the prescription bag on the large bed. "Take one of each. I haven't even touch the bottles." Romano set the juice aside and reached for the bag, before France snatched it away. "In second thought... I should probably give you the pills."

 

"What? Why?"

 

"You cracked your head open on a mirror." He placed the two pills by the glass. "I'm not leaving until you take those."

 

Romano took the pills and drank the rest of the juice. France smiled and took out a pair of handcuffs.

 

"W-Wait a fucking minute-!"

 

"I don't need you vomiting those pills out of your system." He forced Romano's wrists behind his back before they were locked together.

 

"How am I supposed to eat?"

 

"You can still push buttons. Or, are you still hungry? I was just going upstairs to make some dinner for you."

 

Romano fell back on the bed. "Hurry up..."

 

France chuckled before leaving.

 

He was spoon-fed spaghetti. He was sure France was just trying show him that his situation wasn't as bad as it was.

 

"What do you need me to do now, amour?"

 

"Just... Leave me alone. I'm tired."

 

"I'll see you tomorrow, plus cher." France kissed his forehead and left.

 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to sleep.

APHAPHAPH

(1) It's a shop filled with sweets... THAT'S why I'm hungry!

 

*

"Il a dit que si il se sentait comme il a mange trop de gras ou de sucre, il le fera vomir, mais manger quelque chose comme le droit de fruits apres" - "He said that if he thinks that he had something with too much fat or sugar, he'll vomit, but will eat something like fruit after."

 

"Il semble etre anemiques" - "That made him anemic"

 

"Quoi" - "What"