[fic]: "Angel of Mercy" (Hetalia PG)
Title: Angel of Mercy
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: HRE, Chibitalia
Prompt: Table 35; Prompt 4: comfort of the familiar
Words: 1722
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Chibitalia looks after a sick Holy Roman Empire…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over for me and helping me with the ending…
For Vexed…
It was the comfort of the familiar that made him feel better as Holy Roman Empire looked over at Chibitalia as she flitted about, tidying his room. He lay in bed, feverish and exhausted after spending most of the night awake. As she moved around the room, he thought she looked like an angel, the bow from her apron reminding him of wings. Holy Roman Empire sighed softly, which turned into a coughing fit, drawing Chibitalia’s attention.
“Holy Roma, are you okay?” she asked as set her broom aside and hurried over to him. She climbed into his bed, placing a cool hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up!”
Holy Roman Empire stared bleary-eyed at her, before closing his eyes. His breathing was shallow and raspy, and his brow was knit with pain, but he somehow managed to smile. “Yeah…”
“Wait there!” Chibitalia scrambled off the bed to dash out of the room as he lay there; too weak to ask where she was going. Chibitalia returned several minutes later with a bowl of water and a clean cloth. Placing the bowl on the bedside table, she climbed back into bed with him. Dipping the cloth into the cool water and wringing it out, Chibitalia leaned over and bathed Holy Roman Empire’s face.
Holy Roman Empire opened his eyes and upon the face of an angel. He felt the corners of his mouth tugging upwards into a smile as he was sure he had just died and gone to Heaven. When the angel smiled back at him, he closed his eyes, thinking Heaven was a wonderful place to be. He also thought nice that God’s angels not only had beautiful voices, but they also knew his favorite Italian love song. His only complaint with the place was that he still ached all over and he could not for the life, or death, of him get rid of his horrible cough.
“Sssh…” Chibitalia soothed. “Holy Roma, forgive me, but I think you’d feel better if I bathed your body too.” He coughed in reply, his body wracked in pain, and she put the cloth in the bowl, before crawling back over to him and gathering him as best she could in her arms. Chibitalia held him close, whispering sweet nothings and assorted nonsense in Italian, as she did her best to comfort him. She loved Holy Roman Empire as she loved no one else and she was terribly afraid he was dying. So she poured out her love to him, laying her heart bare as he coughed.
Chibitalia felt a moment of fear when he stopped, his body limp in her arms. She laid him gently against the pillows, and retrieving the cloth from the bowl, she bathed the sweat from his brow. He still felt too warm to the touch, and nibbling daintily on her fingernail, Chibitalia wondered if she should bath the rest of him. She remembered her Nonno Roma telling her it was good for fevers, and muttering a soft, “Forgive me, Holy Roma,” she drew back the bedcovers.
Feeling suddenly cold, Holy Roman Empire shivered. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at her. He watched as she bit her lip, her brow knitted together in a frown, before she felt his stare and looked up and smiled. Feverish, he lay there as she lifted his nightshirt as far as she could. Too sick to care about his nakedness, he simply lay there as she bathed him with the cool water. Her rhythmic movements were soothing even if they left him feeling chilled. Closing his eyes, Holy Roman Empire fell into a fitful sleep.
Placing a cool hand on his chest, Chibtalia was pleased Holy Roman Empire did not feel as hot as he did before. She rewet the cloth and bathed his body again for good measure. Despite being thin and sickly, she noticed he was just as muscular as she was and as she pulled his nightshirt down again, Chibitalia tried to imagine what he would look like when he was older. She put the cloth back into the bowl and drew back the covers. Wringing out the cloth, Chibitalia bathed the sweat from Holy Roman Empire’s brow. She gently caressed his cheek, and leaning forward, she kissed it. “Feel better, Holy Roma.”
Crawling out of bed, Chibitalia hurried to the door. She had other chores she needed to get done and she hoped Holy Roman Empire would not miss her absence nor mind that she left. With Hungary’s help, she was able to get the bulk of them done before too long. Taking a break from her chores, Chibitalia headed to the kitchen for a bowl of broth and some bread for Holy Roman Empire. After placing the food on a tray, she carried it up to his room. Setting the tray on the floor, she knocked softly, before opening the door. Picking up the tray, she entered his room.
“I’m back, Holy Roma!” she called out as she approached his bed. “I brought you something to eat.” Chibitalia set the tray down on the end of the bed. She moved over to him and fluffed his pillows. Putting a cool hand on his forehead, she was pleased to note he was not as warm as he had been earlier. She smiled at him.
Holy Roman Empire coughed as he looked up at her. He was feeling a bit better, his fever having broken, but the thought of eating was not a pleasant one. Still, a part of him was thrilled she had gone to the trouble of making him lunch in addition to the attention she was lavishing on him as she fussed over him. He smiled weakly at her, his cheeks heating up, when she brushed the hair out of his eyes.
“Holy Roma, would you like something to eat?”
“No,” he croaked.
“It’s just broth and some bread, and I think you would feel better if you ate a lil bit.” Chibitalia gave him her best cute and adorable smile.
Holy Roman Empire sighed. He really did not have any appetite, but he also hated disappointing her, and since he could not run away from her like her normally did whenever he got flustered, he acquiesced. When he opened his mouth to agree to her gentle “demand,” she took a spoonful of the broth and pushed it inside. Holy Roman Empire had no choice but to swallow. As mortifying as it was to be spoon fed, he had no strength to feed himself. Sighing softly, he ate a few more spoonfuls. “I’m full,” he said.
“Okay… Is there anything else I can get you, Holy Roma?”
He shook his head, instantly regretting it, as it made his head swim. Closing his eyes, he smiled weakly at her. He felt sleepy and just wanted to rest, but he felt he could not be rude to her. “I’m tired…” he croaked.
“Then you should sleep!” She took the tray and moved it onto his desk, before coming back
“Thank you for lunch.”
“You’re welcome! It’s the least I could for you!” Chibitalia said. “You’re always helping me when I need it.” She smiled.
Holy Roman Empire felt his cheeks heating up and he idly wondered if his fever was returning. Chibitalia must have thought so too as she reached out and touched his forehead, much to his chagrin.
“You not hot, but you should still rest,” she said. Pulling the bedcovers up, she tucked him in.
“Yeah…”
Something about the way he said it, made her pause. Chibitalia knew she should go as she still had work to do, but she was worried about him. Sighing softly, she kicked off her shoes and crawled into bed with him. Taking his hand, Chibitalia watched him drift off to sleep. Since she was up early, she was also tired, and it was not long before she also fell asleep.
A couple of hours later, Holy Roman Empire woke up. He still was not feeling good, but he felt better than he had earlier. Sighing softly, Holy Roman Empire wondered if he should try falling back asleep when he realized he was not alone. There was someone in bed with him and they were snuggled up next to him in much the same way Chibitalia liked to sleep with him. His eyes flew open and he looked down to see a mop of sleep tousled auburn hair. He cautiously felt for her arm, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt her soft cottony sleeve. At least she’s not naked… he thought, his cheeks heating up, as he pictured her naked body. Embarrassed at himself, more than her, he pushed her away with all the strength he could muster.
“Wake up, Chibitalia,” he rasped.
She stirred in her sleep, softly muttering something in Italian. Holy Roman Empire thought he heard her calling his name and he shook her again. “Wake up…” This time her eyes fluttered open.
“Morning, Holy Roma…” Chibitalia yawned and sat up. She looked around sleepily.
“It’s afternoon… you need to wake up and go! What if someone finds you here?” he said, collapsing back in coughing fit.
“Holy Roma! Are you alright?”
He glared at her. “Go!” He managed to say between coughs. Even though he really wanted her to stay, he was terrified of what Austria would do if he found them together. Holy Roman Empire hated the hurt look in her eyes as she turned to go. “Wait…”
Chibitalia looked over her shoulder at him. “What?”
Holy Roman Empire had another coughing fit as he struggled to get the words out. “I-I… I’m sorry…”
She smiled back at him. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep like that, but I was tired and couldn’t help it. It’s just that I was so worried about you that I had to stay!”
He blushed. “I know… and thank you…”
Chibitalia leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome.” She smiled. “And don’t worry; I’ll be back later!” With that, she slid out of bed and slipping her feet into her shoes, she left his room.
Holy Roma Empire lay back against his pillows. A delicate blush spilled across his cheeks as he thought about her. Sighing softly, he could not wait for her return.
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: HRE, Chibitalia
Prompt: Table 35; Prompt 4: comfort of the familiar
Words: 1722
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Chibitalia looks after a sick Holy Roman Empire…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over for me and helping me with the ending…
For Vexed…
It was the comfort of the familiar that made him feel better as Holy Roman Empire looked over at Chibitalia as she flitted about, tidying his room. He lay in bed, feverish and exhausted after spending most of the night awake. As she moved around the room, he thought she looked like an angel, the bow from her apron reminding him of wings. Holy Roman Empire sighed softly, which turned into a coughing fit, drawing Chibitalia’s attention.
“Holy Roma, are you okay?” she asked as set her broom aside and hurried over to him. She climbed into his bed, placing a cool hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up!”
Holy Roman Empire stared bleary-eyed at her, before closing his eyes. His breathing was shallow and raspy, and his brow was knit with pain, but he somehow managed to smile. “Yeah…”
“Wait there!” Chibitalia scrambled off the bed to dash out of the room as he lay there; too weak to ask where she was going. Chibitalia returned several minutes later with a bowl of water and a clean cloth. Placing the bowl on the bedside table, she climbed back into bed with him. Dipping the cloth into the cool water and wringing it out, Chibitalia leaned over and bathed Holy Roman Empire’s face.
Holy Roman Empire opened his eyes and upon the face of an angel. He felt the corners of his mouth tugging upwards into a smile as he was sure he had just died and gone to Heaven. When the angel smiled back at him, he closed his eyes, thinking Heaven was a wonderful place to be. He also thought nice that God’s angels not only had beautiful voices, but they also knew his favorite Italian love song. His only complaint with the place was that he still ached all over and he could not for the life, or death, of him get rid of his horrible cough.
“Sssh…” Chibitalia soothed. “Holy Roma, forgive me, but I think you’d feel better if I bathed your body too.” He coughed in reply, his body wracked in pain, and she put the cloth in the bowl, before crawling back over to him and gathering him as best she could in her arms. Chibitalia held him close, whispering sweet nothings and assorted nonsense in Italian, as she did her best to comfort him. She loved Holy Roman Empire as she loved no one else and she was terribly afraid he was dying. So she poured out her love to him, laying her heart bare as he coughed.
Chibitalia felt a moment of fear when he stopped, his body limp in her arms. She laid him gently against the pillows, and retrieving the cloth from the bowl, she bathed the sweat from his brow. He still felt too warm to the touch, and nibbling daintily on her fingernail, Chibitalia wondered if she should bath the rest of him. She remembered her Nonno Roma telling her it was good for fevers, and muttering a soft, “Forgive me, Holy Roma,” she drew back the bedcovers.
Feeling suddenly cold, Holy Roman Empire shivered. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at her. He watched as she bit her lip, her brow knitted together in a frown, before she felt his stare and looked up and smiled. Feverish, he lay there as she lifted his nightshirt as far as she could. Too sick to care about his nakedness, he simply lay there as she bathed him with the cool water. Her rhythmic movements were soothing even if they left him feeling chilled. Closing his eyes, Holy Roman Empire fell into a fitful sleep.
Placing a cool hand on his chest, Chibtalia was pleased Holy Roman Empire did not feel as hot as he did before. She rewet the cloth and bathed his body again for good measure. Despite being thin and sickly, she noticed he was just as muscular as she was and as she pulled his nightshirt down again, Chibitalia tried to imagine what he would look like when he was older. She put the cloth back into the bowl and drew back the covers. Wringing out the cloth, Chibitalia bathed the sweat from Holy Roman Empire’s brow. She gently caressed his cheek, and leaning forward, she kissed it. “Feel better, Holy Roma.”
Crawling out of bed, Chibitalia hurried to the door. She had other chores she needed to get done and she hoped Holy Roman Empire would not miss her absence nor mind that she left. With Hungary’s help, she was able to get the bulk of them done before too long. Taking a break from her chores, Chibitalia headed to the kitchen for a bowl of broth and some bread for Holy Roman Empire. After placing the food on a tray, she carried it up to his room. Setting the tray on the floor, she knocked softly, before opening the door. Picking up the tray, she entered his room.
“I’m back, Holy Roma!” she called out as she approached his bed. “I brought you something to eat.” Chibitalia set the tray down on the end of the bed. She moved over to him and fluffed his pillows. Putting a cool hand on his forehead, she was pleased to note he was not as warm as he had been earlier. She smiled at him.
Holy Roman Empire coughed as he looked up at her. He was feeling a bit better, his fever having broken, but the thought of eating was not a pleasant one. Still, a part of him was thrilled she had gone to the trouble of making him lunch in addition to the attention she was lavishing on him as she fussed over him. He smiled weakly at her, his cheeks heating up, when she brushed the hair out of his eyes.
“Holy Roma, would you like something to eat?”
“No,” he croaked.
“It’s just broth and some bread, and I think you would feel better if you ate a lil bit.” Chibitalia gave him her best cute and adorable smile.
Holy Roman Empire sighed. He really did not have any appetite, but he also hated disappointing her, and since he could not run away from her like her normally did whenever he got flustered, he acquiesced. When he opened his mouth to agree to her gentle “demand,” she took a spoonful of the broth and pushed it inside. Holy Roman Empire had no choice but to swallow. As mortifying as it was to be spoon fed, he had no strength to feed himself. Sighing softly, he ate a few more spoonfuls. “I’m full,” he said.
“Okay… Is there anything else I can get you, Holy Roma?”
He shook his head, instantly regretting it, as it made his head swim. Closing his eyes, he smiled weakly at her. He felt sleepy and just wanted to rest, but he felt he could not be rude to her. “I’m tired…” he croaked.
“Then you should sleep!” She took the tray and moved it onto his desk, before coming back
“Thank you for lunch.”
“You’re welcome! It’s the least I could for you!” Chibitalia said. “You’re always helping me when I need it.” She smiled.
Holy Roman Empire felt his cheeks heating up and he idly wondered if his fever was returning. Chibitalia must have thought so too as she reached out and touched his forehead, much to his chagrin.
“You not hot, but you should still rest,” she said. Pulling the bedcovers up, she tucked him in.
“Yeah…”
Something about the way he said it, made her pause. Chibitalia knew she should go as she still had work to do, but she was worried about him. Sighing softly, she kicked off her shoes and crawled into bed with him. Taking his hand, Chibitalia watched him drift off to sleep. Since she was up early, she was also tired, and it was not long before she also fell asleep.
A couple of hours later, Holy Roman Empire woke up. He still was not feeling good, but he felt better than he had earlier. Sighing softly, Holy Roman Empire wondered if he should try falling back asleep when he realized he was not alone. There was someone in bed with him and they were snuggled up next to him in much the same way Chibitalia liked to sleep with him. His eyes flew open and he looked down to see a mop of sleep tousled auburn hair. He cautiously felt for her arm, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt her soft cottony sleeve. At least she’s not naked… he thought, his cheeks heating up, as he pictured her naked body. Embarrassed at himself, more than her, he pushed her away with all the strength he could muster.
“Wake up, Chibitalia,” he rasped.
She stirred in her sleep, softly muttering something in Italian. Holy Roman Empire thought he heard her calling his name and he shook her again. “Wake up…” This time her eyes fluttered open.
“Morning, Holy Roma…” Chibitalia yawned and sat up. She looked around sleepily.
“It’s afternoon… you need to wake up and go! What if someone finds you here?” he said, collapsing back in coughing fit.
“Holy Roma! Are you alright?”
He glared at her. “Go!” He managed to say between coughs. Even though he really wanted her to stay, he was terrified of what Austria would do if he found them together. Holy Roman Empire hated the hurt look in her eyes as she turned to go. “Wait…”
Chibitalia looked over her shoulder at him. “What?”
Holy Roman Empire had another coughing fit as he struggled to get the words out. “I-I… I’m sorry…”
She smiled back at him. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep like that, but I was tired and couldn’t help it. It’s just that I was so worried about you that I had to stay!”
He blushed. “I know… and thank you…”
Chibitalia leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome.” She smiled. “And don’t worry; I’ll be back later!” With that, she slid out of bed and slipping her feet into her shoes, she left his room.
Holy Roma Empire lay back against his pillows. A delicate blush spilled across his cheeks as he thought about her. Sighing softly, he could not wait for her return.