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[fic] Fools can't catch colds
Title: Fools can't catch colds
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: G
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: Hetalia (c) Hidekaz
Summary: Germany has a cold and Prussia steps up to act as a responsible older brother and care for him.
Note: Shortfic written for the meme. I cranked this out late yesternight, because there's a fill frenzy on and I don't have time to write, which is intensely frustrating!
Fools can't catch colds
In Germany's opinion, the current situation was preposterous. Bad enough that he had gotten a serious case of recession-flu. Then America had the nerve to be perfectly healthy still, though the entire thing was his fault. His countrymen had certainly not been spared from the economic downturn!
Okay, so maybe Germany could also have protested a little louder when they began loosening the rules for the stock market and high-risk investments; he'd seen first-hand how bad things could get after all.... But it was without doubt mostly America's fault!
As such, it was completely unfair that Germany was the one laid up in bed with fever while America was still running happily running around, spouting that "change" was coming at last, just they wait and watch the "A&B Hero Team!!!" deal with everything.
To make matters worse, someone else who really ought to have been hit hard by this flu was also still spryly on his feet. Right now those feet were probably in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, while the body attached to them was doing unmentionable things to a defenceless chicken broth.
When Germany heard the telltale sounds of someone stomping up the stairs, he tensed. Maybe he should get up. His fever wasn't that bad after all, nothing like poor Latvia! Right, no use lying around here, so he'd just-
"Woof!"
When he tried to move, the pleasantly warm lump on his knees moved suddenly, and so Germany found himself with an armful of warm dog. Heavy warm dog, which was barking loudly at him and didn't respond to his weak struggles at all.
"Ahh, get off me! You're not even allowed in bed, what have I-"
The door opened and his doom came in. Predictably, the doom was smiling and singing happily to himself. They tended to do that, Germany had noted, except when they came with ugly little moustaches.
"Woof! Woof!" Berlitz barked again and flicked his tail happily, completely ignoring how it almost brought down the glass of water on the nightstand.
"Good boy!" Prussia, while balancing the tray dangerously on one hand, threw a treat to the dog residing on Germany's chest.
Either following some unknown signal, or just the food, the two dogs that had followed him up, quit dancing around his feet. Instead the decided that this was the perfect moment to join Berlitz on the (forbidden to them, dammit!) bed.
Germany winced as two further canine bodies thumped down on the cover above him, now effectively immobilizing him. Typical. The moment he looked away, his brother was leading both his troops and dogs into temptation!
"Yees," Prussia set down the tray to cuddle the animals. "Whosiwosi is a good boy who kept my silly brother from escaping and probably getting pneumonia, the idiot? Yes! Yes, you are!"
"Brother..."
"Hmm? Oh, look poochies, West deigns to speak to me." Prussia leered at the trapped nation. "Has something happened that you, oh hale and mighty nation who does not have a raging fever - except you do, hah! - can't deal with?"
"This is simply not fair," Germany muttered and tried to bat away the dog-kisses he was receiving. Much to Prussia's amusement, he failed. Repeatedly.
"Oh, would you stop grinning at me, brother! Hey, quit that!" he said, the last part aimed at Berlitz, Blackie and Aster. All three of them kept on ignoring him.
"You only had to ask, dearest little brother. Shoo, puppies!"
The dogs, traitorous little bastards who would regret this sorely once Germany was back on his feet, obediently made room for Prussia to sit on the edge of the bed. So now they were only crushing Germany's legs, with Blackie's head a solid warmth on his stomach, but at least he could breathe again.
Prussia took a few moments to fuss with the cutlery, before holding up a large, steaming bowl of soup. Germany swallowed and glanced at the window. Maybe, if he like, slithered out from beneath the dogs...?
"Don't even think about it!" his brother said, still unfailingly cheerful. "Come on now, you're acting like I'm England."
"I've never said you were that bad," Germany muttered. Come to think of it, that may have something to do with why America so rarely fell ill...
"But. Brother." How to put it in a polite way? Impossible, so he'd just have to go for honesty instead.
"I'm feverish. Right now, my sinuses are clogged worse than the Autobahn after a triple-file accident. And I can still smell far too much of the bloody damn garlic you've put in that soup!"
"Garlic is good for you. I fed you garlic practically every day-"
"Yes, thank you, I noticed."
"-and just look how big and strong you grew up!"
"Gaah!"
This was really not fair. Germany was ill, after all. His head ached, his muscles ached and his throat was a constantly sore throb even beneath the painkillers. He didn't even have any appetite so why in the world did Prussia decide that now was the perfect moment to catch up on all those brotherly duties he had neglected the last, oh, 20 years?
Unfortunately, they had already had that discussion earlier that day and Germany had lost it quite soundly -
"Now then." Prussia held up the spoon. " Say aahh!"
The worst thing was, Germany had to admit, the soup looked rather harmless. Pale chicken broth with little pieces of potatoes and carrots floating in it. Much more devious than England's abominations; they at least had the decency to look as unappetizing as they tasted.
"I don't want any." He closed his mouth tightly, determined not to let himself be fooled again. Prussia could just pour the whole thing down the drain, as far as he was concerned. "I don't even particularly like garlic!"
Then Germany had to dodge Prussia's spoon, which approached rapidly as soon as he spoke. Right, keep mouth closed, mustn't forget that. His brother had always possessed an aim as unfortunate as unerring, and it seemed as if the years hadn't rusted his skills.
"Mmm, yummy soup," Prussia said, stirring the broth a little when he refused to comply. The smell alone was almost enough to make Germany's eyes tear up, except they were already feeling pretty glassy from the fever.
"I think, if my throat hurt, which it doesn't since I eat plenty of garlic to keep healthy, it would feel wonderful and soothing to taste this soup. Numnum."
Germany made a small sound of disbelief. Among Prussia's many culinary quirks, was the idea that anything with lots of garlic (which was according to him just about everything) went well with an extra helping or four of black pepper. Soothing was not the word that came to mind.
"At least I've never worried you were a vampire," Germany muttered, when his brother did a big show of tasting the spoonful and remarking how absolutely delicious it was.
For some reason, Prussia found this very entertaining and he hurried to put down the bowl before anything spilled. A pity. Although, come to think of it, wet stinky sheets wouldn't be much fun either.
"Come on then, stubborn. Gotta lie down properly if you're not going to eat," his brother said, fluffing the pillow for Germany.
Say what now? When he saw that his brother seemed sincere, Germany allowed himself to be fully bedded down, though he still felt very wary. Well. This was unexpected.
"You're not going to force me? Try and force me, that is."
"Meh." Prussia's shrug was perfectly non-committal. "Why should I?"
"You always used to, when I was younger."
"Well, yes." His brother re-tied the scarf around his neck and tucked him in carefully. "But you were a lot smaller then..."
Germany refrained from mentioning that his last severe cold had been in 1929 when he was fully-grown and topped Prussia by a few centimetres. That hadn't stopped his brother at the time, quite the opposite. He had mostly seemed happy to have an opportunity to boss him around again.
"I figure, after two wars of ah, moderately impressive size..." They shared a wry grin at that, knowing that some jokes just had to stay in the family.
"And, what was it? Some forty years on your own. Heck, even my little brother must have grown up some!"
"Oh. I, uh... Thank you?" Germany dithered a little, not really knowing how to deal with a softly smiling brother who kept petting his hair. "For accepting me as a grown nation, I mean."
There was no reply, except a deepening of that queer smile. On anyone else's face, Germany would have termed it "tender" but that word- Prussia- No, he just couldn't wrap his face around the combination.
"Do you want some fresh water then?" his brother asked. "Or orange juice?"
"No, thank you." Germany closed his eyes. "I..."
"If you tell me you want to hear a bedtime story, I'm going to point and laugh. A lot," Prussia informed him.
"Actually, I realized that maybe I do want something hot, after all. But just a taste!"
"...You know what?" Prussia's wide-flung arms almost smacked Blackie on the nose, but the old dog was familiar enough with him to only snort and curl up closer around Germany.
"I'm so awesome, I'm gonna give you a story for free! But, only if you finish your soup first."
"Half my soup."
"Sure, half your soup. Forgot to cook anything for myself, anyway."
"Really?"
"Shut up, West. Ahem. Now... say ahh!"
/end
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: G
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: Hetalia (c) Hidekaz
Summary: Germany has a cold and Prussia steps up to act as a responsible older brother and care for him.
Note: Shortfic written for the meme. I cranked this out late yesternight, because there's a fill frenzy on and I don't have time to write, which is intensely frustrating!
Fools can't catch colds
In Germany's opinion, the current situation was preposterous. Bad enough that he had gotten a serious case of recession-flu. Then America had the nerve to be perfectly healthy still, though the entire thing was his fault. His countrymen had certainly not been spared from the economic downturn!
Okay, so maybe Germany could also have protested a little louder when they began loosening the rules for the stock market and high-risk investments; he'd seen first-hand how bad things could get after all.... But it was without doubt mostly America's fault!
As such, it was completely unfair that Germany was the one laid up in bed with fever while America was still running happily running around, spouting that "change" was coming at last, just they wait and watch the "A&B Hero Team!!!" deal with everything.
To make matters worse, someone else who really ought to have been hit hard by this flu was also still spryly on his feet. Right now those feet were probably in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, while the body attached to them was doing unmentionable things to a defenceless chicken broth.
When Germany heard the telltale sounds of someone stomping up the stairs, he tensed. Maybe he should get up. His fever wasn't that bad after all, nothing like poor Latvia! Right, no use lying around here, so he'd just-
"Woof!"
When he tried to move, the pleasantly warm lump on his knees moved suddenly, and so Germany found himself with an armful of warm dog. Heavy warm dog, which was barking loudly at him and didn't respond to his weak struggles at all.
"Ahh, get off me! You're not even allowed in bed, what have I-"
The door opened and his doom came in. Predictably, the doom was smiling and singing happily to himself. They tended to do that, Germany had noted, except when they came with ugly little moustaches.
"Woof! Woof!" Berlitz barked again and flicked his tail happily, completely ignoring how it almost brought down the glass of water on the nightstand.
"Good boy!" Prussia, while balancing the tray dangerously on one hand, threw a treat to the dog residing on Germany's chest.
Either following some unknown signal, or just the food, the two dogs that had followed him up, quit dancing around his feet. Instead the decided that this was the perfect moment to join Berlitz on the (forbidden to them, dammit!) bed.
Germany winced as two further canine bodies thumped down on the cover above him, now effectively immobilizing him. Typical. The moment he looked away, his brother was leading both his troops and dogs into temptation!
"Yees," Prussia set down the tray to cuddle the animals. "Whosiwosi is a good boy who kept my silly brother from escaping and probably getting pneumonia, the idiot? Yes! Yes, you are!"
"Brother..."
"Hmm? Oh, look poochies, West deigns to speak to me." Prussia leered at the trapped nation. "Has something happened that you, oh hale and mighty nation who does not have a raging fever - except you do, hah! - can't deal with?"
"This is simply not fair," Germany muttered and tried to bat away the dog-kisses he was receiving. Much to Prussia's amusement, he failed. Repeatedly.
"Oh, would you stop grinning at me, brother! Hey, quit that!" he said, the last part aimed at Berlitz, Blackie and Aster. All three of them kept on ignoring him.
"You only had to ask, dearest little brother. Shoo, puppies!"
The dogs, traitorous little bastards who would regret this sorely once Germany was back on his feet, obediently made room for Prussia to sit on the edge of the bed. So now they were only crushing Germany's legs, with Blackie's head a solid warmth on his stomach, but at least he could breathe again.
Prussia took a few moments to fuss with the cutlery, before holding up a large, steaming bowl of soup. Germany swallowed and glanced at the window. Maybe, if he like, slithered out from beneath the dogs...?
"Don't even think about it!" his brother said, still unfailingly cheerful. "Come on now, you're acting like I'm England."
"I've never said you were that bad," Germany muttered. Come to think of it, that may have something to do with why America so rarely fell ill...
"But. Brother." How to put it in a polite way? Impossible, so he'd just have to go for honesty instead.
"I'm feverish. Right now, my sinuses are clogged worse than the Autobahn after a triple-file accident. And I can still smell far too much of the bloody damn garlic you've put in that soup!"
"Garlic is good for you. I fed you garlic practically every day-"
"Yes, thank you, I noticed."
"-and just look how big and strong you grew up!"
"Gaah!"
This was really not fair. Germany was ill, after all. His head ached, his muscles ached and his throat was a constantly sore throb even beneath the painkillers. He didn't even have any appetite so why in the world did Prussia decide that now was the perfect moment to catch up on all those brotherly duties he had neglected the last, oh, 20 years?
Unfortunately, they had already had that discussion earlier that day and Germany had lost it quite soundly -
"Shouldn't you be ill too?"
"Huhuhuhu! I'm too awesome to get sick!"
"Pfah!"
"No, it's true! Even Japan said so when I temped for you at the meeting!"
"...you're lying."
"Of course not! Said he wasn't in the least surprised that neither me nor Italy Veneziano had gotten this round!"
"..."
"Now then." Prussia held up the spoon. " Say aahh!"
The worst thing was, Germany had to admit, the soup looked rather harmless. Pale chicken broth with little pieces of potatoes and carrots floating in it. Much more devious than England's abominations; they at least had the decency to look as unappetizing as they tasted.
"I don't want any." He closed his mouth tightly, determined not to let himself be fooled again. Prussia could just pour the whole thing down the drain, as far as he was concerned. "I don't even particularly like garlic!"
Then Germany had to dodge Prussia's spoon, which approached rapidly as soon as he spoke. Right, keep mouth closed, mustn't forget that. His brother had always possessed an aim as unfortunate as unerring, and it seemed as if the years hadn't rusted his skills.
"Mmm, yummy soup," Prussia said, stirring the broth a little when he refused to comply. The smell alone was almost enough to make Germany's eyes tear up, except they were already feeling pretty glassy from the fever.
"I think, if my throat hurt, which it doesn't since I eat plenty of garlic to keep healthy, it would feel wonderful and soothing to taste this soup. Numnum."
Germany made a small sound of disbelief. Among Prussia's many culinary quirks, was the idea that anything with lots of garlic (which was according to him just about everything) went well with an extra helping or four of black pepper. Soothing was not the word that came to mind.
"At least I've never worried you were a vampire," Germany muttered, when his brother did a big show of tasting the spoonful and remarking how absolutely delicious it was.
For some reason, Prussia found this very entertaining and he hurried to put down the bowl before anything spilled. A pity. Although, come to think of it, wet stinky sheets wouldn't be much fun either.
"Come on then, stubborn. Gotta lie down properly if you're not going to eat," his brother said, fluffing the pillow for Germany.
Say what now? When he saw that his brother seemed sincere, Germany allowed himself to be fully bedded down, though he still felt very wary. Well. This was unexpected.
"You're not going to force me? Try and force me, that is."
"Meh." Prussia's shrug was perfectly non-committal. "Why should I?"
"You always used to, when I was younger."
"Well, yes." His brother re-tied the scarf around his neck and tucked him in carefully. "But you were a lot smaller then..."
Germany refrained from mentioning that his last severe cold had been in 1929 when he was fully-grown and topped Prussia by a few centimetres. That hadn't stopped his brother at the time, quite the opposite. He had mostly seemed happy to have an opportunity to boss him around again.
"I figure, after two wars of ah, moderately impressive size..." They shared a wry grin at that, knowing that some jokes just had to stay in the family.
"And, what was it? Some forty years on your own. Heck, even my little brother must have grown up some!"
"Oh. I, uh... Thank you?" Germany dithered a little, not really knowing how to deal with a softly smiling brother who kept petting his hair. "For accepting me as a grown nation, I mean."
There was no reply, except a deepening of that queer smile. On anyone else's face, Germany would have termed it "tender" but that word- Prussia- No, he just couldn't wrap his face around the combination.
"Do you want some fresh water then?" his brother asked. "Or orange juice?"
"No, thank you." Germany closed his eyes. "I..."
"If you tell me you want to hear a bedtime story, I'm going to point and laugh. A lot," Prussia informed him.
"Actually, I realized that maybe I do want something hot, after all. But just a taste!"
"...You know what?" Prussia's wide-flung arms almost smacked Blackie on the nose, but the old dog was familiar enough with him to only snort and curl up closer around Germany.
"I'm so awesome, I'm gonna give you a story for free! But, only if you finish your soup first."
"Half my soup."
"Sure, half your soup. Forgot to cook anything for myself, anyway."
"Really?"
"Shut up, West. Ahem. Now... say ahh!"
/end
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I like bromance too, but I just tend to write porn. ehehehe
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Uhm....
If I bribe you with fic - a bit later, when I have some semblance of time again - can I convince you to write a shota!AU to that XD
Re-re-born? Re_porn? *shoots self*
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It's kind of impresive how Gilbert can act protective and still stay in character.
They need more brotherly fluff like this one. Very nice~...
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This. This fills me with so much glee, you have no idea.
I read it this morning at the kink meme and it kind of made my day, since I've been keeping my eye on that request for a while. Thank you.
(Also, my head-canon tells me Gilbert is actually a pretty good cook, since spending 40 years with Ivan meant he had to improvise with all sorts of crap. Presently he's all 'It's a fucking wonder you haven't starved to death without me all these years, West. Pass me the oregano, will ya?')
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I've been keeping my eye on that request for a while
Me too! Bookmarked it almost when it was posted and then waited and waited for someone to fill it. When that part maxed, I figured I'd better do it myself...
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Right now I'm waiting for someone to fill the Germany-gives-Prussia-a-puppy-to-cheer-him-up prompt, which I won't be able to fill myself, because I know absolutely nothing about looking after dogs in general, and puppies in particular. I've only raised a rabid cat I am inordinately proud of
especially when it scares impromptu guests I hate. If that one gets filled, I'll be really happy. There's not enough bromance of these two.Speaking of dogs, where did you get the names of Ludwig's dogs? I remember someone posted a question over at the main comm, but I didn't get to read the answer.
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My main theory? It's all "Preussenschlag-guilt" Anyway, Germany seems to like caring about people - tying Italy's shoelaces for him? Really? So I guess he's pretty similar to Sweden in that - emotional blockhead, but loves to take care of people
Yes! I want to see the dog-request filled too! I thought a little about writing it myself but I'm really not good with any animal...
of course, I currently have plans to fill uhm more or less all the Germany & Prussia-related things at the meme. can't help it, the moment I see a prompt with them, my brain starts ficcing away. just lack the time to write it all
The names are from some drama-cd or suchlike. I asked at the anon meme, and they posted a scan of the disk
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As for the kink meme, yeah, it happens to me. I think we need a 'German index' for the requests and fills somewhere. The Nordics have one, and it seems pretty neatly organized. It'd be great to have one for Germany, Prussia, Austria, Switzerland and Liechtenstein too.
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Yes, an index! I wish there was some easy way to set one up where lots of people could help out, so the workload wouldn't be too much for one person
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However, I have a bunch of fills bookmarked and I could help out a little. Only right now I'm really busy *sigh*
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But first of all, hi! Uhm. I think I've read about all of your fic, but never left a comment at least not outside the kink meme. So I might just well de-anon for this wonderful bromantic one and tell you how much I love your writings.
Have a lot of ♥♥♥ and keep up the great work! =)
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Glad you liked the fic enough to comment ^_^ Thanks a lot!
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I'm the anon who mentioned "vampire" in the comment... xD This is by far one of the cutest, fluffiest brotherly fic I've read about them... ^^
hello there, anon...
thanks for the comment!
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Another fic to add to memories 'u'~**
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Thanks for the comment ^^ Yay, memoried
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Good job,I loved it~
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Also, I see you've written some other kink!meme fills I liked, and could I maybepossibly friend you?
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