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! Thank you.
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"The doctor said that you have pneumonia. He was really surprised that you survived, but he doesn't know that we are really nations, thus, don't die easily." France was talking to a Romano that was half-asleep in the moving car. "Did you hear me, Romano?" He didn't get an answer. "Oh well. I guess I'll have to try to tell you later."

"Lights on!" Romano was carried back downstairs to his prison again. The long chain leash was attached to his neck before the handcuffs and pillow case- which was being used as a blindfold- were removed. Southern Italy curled up in the big bed.

"If you're awake, then you should drink something with your pills before going back to sleep again."

Romano forced himself to sit up. He watched France get something for him to drink while trying hard not to cough. France put the glass of what is orange juice to the side to grab Romano's wrist and give him the pill.

"Take this." He handed the other the juice. "It's supposed to help you with your pneumonia."

Romano put the pill in his mouth and started drinking the juice that was given to him, before coughing it up violently as soon as he felt the pill go in. France put his hand on the other's shoulder. "Take slow, deep breaths." Romano gasped before he could breath properly. He sucked in as much air as he could before letting it out slowly. "Bon."

France got up to grab a hand-cloth from the bathroom to wipe Romano off of the fluid. Then he unbuttoned Romano's top and took the thick comforter from the bed. "Did you cough up the pill?" France asked while tossing a dress shirt on the bed.

Romano shook his head. "No..." He whispered.

"Good, because you need that pill. You also need to drink lots of fluids." France grabbed a neatly folded up comforter from the bottom self of the bureau (which was usually locked) and a remote from ontop of it. "Oh yeah, this T.V. has a remote..." He muttered to himself sarcastically.

"How do you forget something as simple as that?" Romano asked before coughing again. He stopped himself this time by trying his best to breathe again.

France shrugged. "I dunno." He put down the items to grab and hand the Italian the glass again. "Drink."

Romano took the glass, then a deep breath before drinking almost half of it. "...You won't let me go, even if I'm the damn most obidient anything, or the most unbroken anything, you ever seen? Isn't there anything I could do...?"

"Non. You are mine and mine only." France stated simply.

"...What if... What if I... Were to... Love... You?" Romano whispered.

"You said that that would never happen, so even if you were to say that you love me, I won't believe you." France leaned over for a kiss, before Romano stopped him by practically slamming his palm with the frenchman's forehead.

"I'm sick, remember?"

"Desole... I'm sorry. I guess it was just instinct."

"...Leave me alone..."

"Not until you finish drinking what's in that cup."

Romano growled quietly but drank the rest of the juice anyway. "There." He pushed the glass towards France, who took it. He curled back up on the bed. "Now leave me alone." He muttered.

France sighed. "I'll put the remote here." He took it and placed it on the bed-table. "And the button to call me here." He placed said item on the bureau. He left Romano so the Italian could get some rest.
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It was two in the morning now, and France decided to stay in the house instead of moving to the one that Spain knows, just in case Romano needed something. He's been needing a lot throughout the night alone.

Romano woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. He decided to turn on the T.V. for light before getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom, but on the way there, his vision became blurry and his head started spinning. Before he knew what was going on, his head met the cold floor. He groaned in pain and tried reaching out for his little "save me" button on the side-table. He grabbed it from the corner of the table and held on to the button for a while.

"Lights on! T.V. off!" France searched for the Italian in bed, but couldn't find him. "Romano?" He heard a groan of pain, and found him lying next to the bed, on the floor. "What happened?" France asked while picking Romano back up to his feet.

Romano kept quiet about it, not wanting to humiliate himself. He continued walking towards the bathroom even though he could barely take three steps without getting dizzy and almost falling over.

France rushed over to hold Romano by his armpits. "Where are you trying to go?"

"...I'm trying to go to the bathroom..." Romano whispered. France smiled maliciously.

"Then let me help you out..." He supported the Italian until they were infront of the toilet.

"You can go, now."

France hummed. "Non, I think I'll stay." He smirked and pulled down Romano's pants and boxers.

"NO-!" Romano started coughing heavy coughs.

France panicked. "Okay! Alright! Calm down! I won't look, so just let me hold you steady, okay?" He turned his head away against Romano's back.

Romano closed his eyes half-way in embarrassment. When he finished, he washed his hands and let France guide him back to the bed.

"I'll stay down here with you, just in case you need anything else." France lied down next to Romano.

Romano ignored him and quickly went back to sleep.