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 curled up in bed. He hasn't been feeling good all week, throwing up almost three times a day, everyday. He's been eating a lot to fill what he lost, but he would puke a few minutes after.

 

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

 

"I was just wondering how you're doing."

 

"Shitty, as always..."

 

France sat down on the bed. "Same kind of things?"

 

"That, and my skin's all red for some reason..."

 

"Have you vomited today?"

 

"Once... So far."

 

"Alright. You're going to see a doctor." France unlocked Romano's collar and picked the boy up. Romano curled up into himself.

 

He was carefully placed and buckled into the passenger seat of the car. He was worried about throwing up while in the car. Luckily, he didn't until they got to the hospital. Once he was out of the car, he bent over to puke again.

 

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. 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.

 

"This is really bad. You're losing a lot of weight with this... Flu, thing."

 

The doctor came in with an "Allo," and some other words Romano couldn't understand. France and the doctor talked for a little bit. Then the doctor said something that made France yell in surprise.

 

"He's said that you're anemic, plus cher..."

 

"What?"

 

The doctor asked France some more questions, making the blond nod sadly. 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, and get a flu shot. He needs to see results. Also, you're going to have to take one vitamin pill, and an anti-depressant daily."

 

"Alright..." Romano was too tired to argue.

 

"I'm confused though... If you're lacking iron, then you'd think that losing blood would hurt you further."

 

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 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. Then he was givven the shot. It took less time and steps then losing blood did.

 

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. Before he got back into the car, though, the smell of the food made him bend over to, once again, vomit.

 

France rubbed Romano's back, not knowing what else to do. Once he was done, Romano started crying uncontrollably. "I'm sick of this... Being sick... I  hate it so much..." France held the Italian, trying to calm him down the best he could.

 

"Let's go get your pills and go home..."

~~~

France poured Romano a glass of tomato juice for Romano to take with his pills. Romano took the pills, and lie down on the bed after he finished about half of the glass. France sat down to rub Romano's stomach.

 

"Is that good?"

 

Romano nodded. "It's helping... Thank you..."

 

"No problem. I just want you to get better."

 

"Me too..." Romano eventually went to sleep with France rubbing his stomach settle.