Nation A nurses Nation B back to health
anonymous
June 25 2010, 13:54:31 UTC
So i want one of the characters getting sick and the other nursing him/her back to health. Make it as cute and sickeningly sweet as possible. The characters can be in a relationship but it's not necessary. No yaoi please just harmless fluff!
I'm fine with most characters even crack pairings but please no US/UK or pairings with Austria.
A Change of Pace [1/?]
anonymous
July 4 2010, 20:41:57 UTC
He knew that it was odd when the faint rays of sunlight had crept passed his eyelids and awoken him that morning. He knew it was even odder when he rolled over and read 11h00 on the clock beside his bed. Hadn’t he had an appointment that morning? Ah… the G8 was set to commence at nine. How lovely. An inkling of rage bubbled up in his stomach. This wouldn’t look good for his already suffering image.
With a low growl, he roused himself from the bed, grabbing his robe from the peg on the wall beside him and stalking out into the hallway. There was no smells of breakfast, the lights were only half lit or half turned on, and the mail sat beside the phone, unorganized and unsorted. Beside it was a clipboard with his paperwork for the day, exactly as he had left it. Ivan glared at it disapprovingly. Where the ад was his ‘secretary’?
He grew placid with measured grace as his anger grew, and before he knew it, he was downstairs in the Baltic’s quarters. Here, the faint smell of burnt something and the sounded of pattering feet greeted
( ... )
A Change of Pace [2/?]
anonymous
July 4 2010, 20:44:12 UTC
“Hush.” Ivan intoned decisively. “You are too important to have sick, and you are too ill to talk, so you shall be silent, да?” Toris nodded hesitantly, uncertain if the statement was a trick question. The faintest tinges of pink crept over his cheeks. “Good.” The Russian nodded, more to himself than anyone else. He stopped, noticing the blush. “Are you fevered
( ... )
A Change of Pace [3/?]
anonymous
July 4 2010, 20:46:20 UTC
He looked over at his subordinate and grew anxious again. He didn’t like sick people; as a matter of fact, he had quite an abhorrence to them because they were weak and he always feared of the eventual smell of death that might come. It was dramatic, he knew, but it didn’t keep his half-crazed mind from spiraling wildly out of control. He sighed and drummed his fingers against the wood of the armrest. But Toris wasn’t like other sick people; he was special because he was stronger than others. That’s how he justified it, anyway. There was a heavy crash from the kitchen, accompanied by a groan of frustration. The Russian sighed in exaggeration, rising from the chair. “Vaht ees eet NOW?” he called, making his way to the door. Raivis beat him to it.
“Ah, it’s nothing, Master Russia, sir. Eduard is just getting, erm… discouraged about the borscht. That’s all. No worry, see, because Eduard is very eff
( ... )
A Change of Pace [4/4]
anonymous
July 4 2010, 20:47:54 UTC
“That explains the vodka, then.” The smaller nation mumbled, fighting down the surprised blush that dusted his cheeks. “T-thank you, Mr. Russia.” Surely there must be flying Piglets outside in that snowstorm. Ivan had cleared his schedule, sat by him, and handmade him soup in hopes of his speedy recovery? His cheeks darkened the more he thought about it
( ... )
The Best Medicine, (3/?)
anonymous
July 7 2010, 13:43:55 UTC
Germany ended up carrying Italy into the dorm building, into the elevator and over to Italy’s room. The student council members had single suites with a shared bathroom, kitchen and common room. Therefore, the elevator brought them straight to their common room, sparing Germany the trouble of having to struggle down a long, narrow hallway like he would if Italy was a normal student. Italy’s fingers clutched weakly at Germany’s blazer as he lingered in a state of half-consciousness. Germany laid him down on his bed and went to the dresser to look for a pair of pajamas to change Italy into so that he would be more comfortable. Given Italy’s known habit of sleeping naked, he shouldn’t have been surprised really when the drawers turned out not to contain any pajamas. Germany sighed and headed over to his own room to retrieve a pair to lend Italy. He couldn’t let him sleep naked when he was shivering like that
( ... )
The Best Medicine, (5/?)
anonymous
July 7 2010, 13:47:47 UTC
Germany helped Italy sit up and tugged the sweatshirt gently over his head before scooping him into his lap and holding him close. Italy continued to sob quietly into Germany’s shoulder as the taller boy rubbed his back awkwardly in what he hoped was a comforting manner. He’d never been good at handling other people’s tears, and was even worse at it when he knew he’d caused them. Italy’s tears, in particular, were difficult for him to handle, and the frequency with which he saw them didn’t lessen that difficulty in the slightest
( ... )
The Best Medicine, (6/?)
anonymous
July 7 2010, 13:51:00 UTC
The taller boy sighed as he set the mug of milk tea on the bedside table, before joining Italy in bed, wrapping him up in his fleece blanket and pulling him into his lap once more. Italy laid his head wearily on Germany’s shoulder. He was so miserable that he hardly noticed the shy brush of Germany’s thick fingers against his cheek and forehead as he pushed Italy’s sweaty bangs away from his face before offering him the tea. A sip of the warm, sweet liquid running down his sore, parched throat brought a sigh of relief from Italy. The slightly thick and sticky mixture of tea and cream and honey calmed the tickle in his throat and made it just a little bit easier to breathe
( ... )
Make it as cute and sickeningly sweet as possible.
The characters can be in a relationship but it's not necessary.
No yaoi please just harmless fluff!
I'm fine with most characters even crack pairings but please no US/UK or pairings with Austria.
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With a low growl, he roused himself from the bed, grabbing his robe from the peg on the wall beside him and stalking out into the hallway. There was no smells of breakfast, the lights were only half lit or half turned on, and the mail sat beside the phone, unorganized and unsorted. Beside it was a clipboard with his paperwork for the day, exactly as he had left it. Ivan glared at it disapprovingly. Where the ад was his ‘secretary’?
He grew placid with measured grace as his anger grew, and before he knew it, he was downstairs in the Baltic’s quarters. Here, the faint smell of burnt something and the sounded of pattering feet greeted ( ... )
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There was a heavy crash from the kitchen, accompanied by a groan of frustration. The Russian sighed in exaggeration, rising from the chair. “Vaht ees eet NOW?” he called, making his way to the door. Raivis beat him to it.
“Ah, it’s nothing, Master Russia, sir. Eduard is just getting, erm… discouraged about the borscht. That’s all. No worry, see, because Eduard is very eff ( ... )
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Thank you for writing such a wonderful fill it melted my heart and made my day!
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