being up half the night throwing up with a fever and chills is a perfectly good reason to see a doctor.

isn't going. No way. He can't drag him there either. Hospitals are just for sick people, not people with awesome immune systems like his!

wait until he passes out from exhaustion again and abduct him. Or drug him like that time he needed a flu shot. Speaking if which, he

probably has the flu since he refused one again this year.

...can't have the flu. It's just a cold! Go away, West. He's going to crawl back in bed and sleep another twelve hours.

... Feels bad for Ludwig having to deal with a stubborn sibling like Gilbert, just so you know.

asleep and cannot hear your negativity.

completely adjusted to it. Well, not completely, but at least it no longer gives him excruciating headaches.

still feels bad for him. Can she help somehow? Gilbert should hear her out, too; maybe he'd feel a little bad and actually go to the doctor.

likely have to forcibly remove him from the bed. She can help if she wants, but he isn't sure if Gilbert is contagious. He's been

huddled up in Ludwig's bed with him the last few nights, as per Ludwig's insistence, but hasn't passed anything on to him yet. Aside from

keeping him up all hours of the night for various illness-related reasons. Not to mention having him in the bed is like sleeping with a l

little furnace.

could send over a homemade soup or something. Not that it'd be any help at all.

at least glad that Ludwig is not sick as well, especially given how he's been taking care of Gilbert. But it's really best if he does get

him to see a doctor soon - and if he needs help dragging that stubborn arse out of bed, then she'll offer to help. He needn't worry about

her health, however; she will be fine.

hasn't been able to get him to eat much, so soup might be helpful. He'll take help if Eva would like to. She might be able to persuade him

into going willingly.

help, of course! She cannot make any promises, but she will try to convince him.

prepare something and bring it over then, along with French bread. She'll just be dropping it off though, so she's not imposing.

...hates all of you plotting jerks.

suggests she try talking him out first, since he won't listen to him. And he'll be waiting for France, of course. She wouldn't be imposing.

ask where Gilbert is, then, so she can lurk in and see if he's even awake. Or enough to listen to her.

left him in bed upstairs. He tried to get him to eat breakfast earlier, bit couldn't get him to come around properly for long enough.

keep that in mind to see if she can persuade him. She will go upstairs then, and casually step into the room without knocking. Hey, it's not

very polite but it's for a good cause.

laying with his back to the door and his head under the blankets, sound asleep. It takes a good bit to wake him up when he's not sick, so

have fun with that.

's hoping fate is in her favour today, then. She quickly moves over to the bed so sit next to him, shaking his shoulder a bit too roughly.

"Gilbert? Oi, wake up." Yeah, she'll have to try harder, probably.

doesn't move. Yeah, give it another go.

shakes him a bit more, voice loud and practically over his hear. "Oi, Prussia. Come on, wake up!"

turns his face into the pillow and groans.

just keeps shaking his shoulder. "Come on, wake uuup.."

grumbles and tries to roll over the opposite direction.

huffs sort of pushes him a bit too harshly. "Oi, sleeping beauty." She tries to steal his pillow, too. "Wake up."

latches onto his pillow with a deathgrip but finally opens his eyes just to glare at...Eva. Not who he expected. "*What*?"

would smile and wave as some sort of greeting but the situation doesn't really call for that. "I'm here to take you somewhere. Get up."

stares at her, coughs, and goes back to his pillow.

goes back to trying to steal his pillow. "I'm *serious*, Gilbert. Get up before I drag your ass out of bed."

sacrifices the pillow to curl up in the blanket instead. "No. Sleepin'."

drops the pillow and proceeds to try and either cast the blanket aside or pull him up. Whichever works best. "Gilbert, I mean it!"

, the more he comes awake, is starting to realize how horribly his head hurts, along with everything else. Oh, and there's the gross-

nauseous feeling back again too, on top of the sore throat and snotty noise. "I ain't goin' anywhere! I'm gonna lay here an' sleep 'cause-

that's all I need to do!"

shakes her head, though she does eventually become a bit more gentle in the way she's trying to get him to not fall back asleep. "You're_

getting worse. Ludwig's taking you to the doctor."

lays still for a moment, then laughs hoarsely. "The fuck he is. I already told him, too. I don't need to go."

huffs and tries to get him to sit up. "Gilbert, if you're not getting any better, there is no point in staying here. Just go with him."

tries to make himself as heavy as possible, not that that's all that hard. "There's plenty of point in staying here. *Sleeping*. I'm not-

sick!"

, if this were any other situation, might have smacked him across the face. But he's sick and stubborn and she's actually pretty calm. _

"Look, please do this? If not for your worrying brother then for me?" Yeah, like that will work. "It will hurt less than staying here."

looks at her evenly, then sniffs. "You ever been to a doctor? Shots fuckin' hurt. I hate shots. They're gonna give me a shot. I don't-

like 'em. Don't like needles. Naw. Naw, I'm gonna stay here.

"

brushes some hair away from his forehead. "Yeah, they hurt for a minute there. But then you'll feel much better. And Ludwig will be there_

with you, ja? Come on, you've been through *war*. A shot can't compare to that."

would duck away, but like always, that hair thing feels too good. "War and needles are totally different." But see, that wasn't a denial.-

And that's a legit fear! It...it is.

sighs and keeps doing that if he's not protesting. "I know. But it's just for a little bit, and.. And then you'll be fine? We're all worried

about you, you know?" She's not even lying.

glares at her, but it's probably not that threatening with only one eye open. "...fine. But I'm *not* gettin' a shot." He *is* pretty-

worn out from all this, and definitely not up to his usual awesome self.

isn't all too impressed with that glare, though she would have otherwise stopped insisting. "... Well, alright." She0s not so sure about _

that, but... it's just a little lie, anyway. He can bitch her out all he wants if it happens.

sniffs and rubs his eyes. "...now?"

kisses his forehead, kind of like a sister would. "Now would be a good time, yes. Or did you have other plans?"

ducks his head and groans, though pretty half-heartedly. "Sissy shit. ....I was gonna run a triathlon."

would not care either way. Keep doing that and she'll squish you in a big hug and keep doing it. "Yeah well, then you can go to the doctor_

*now*."

slouches down with another noise of protest, but he does swing one leg off the mattress.

pets his hair, entirely proud that he didn't put up a cataclysmic fight about this. "You hungry?"

flops onto his back completely. Motion stalled. "Nuh uh."

... isn't that proud anymore, dammit Gilbert. "Hm, alright. Get up, lazy bum."

rolls over onto his stomach and grumbles into the sheets. "Mnuh uh."

sit on him and make him writhe in agony or something. She'll... Come up with something if he doesn't budge. "Gilbert, please!"

much more comfortable like this. The sheets are cool. It's just difficult to breathe. "I don't wanna."

huffs. He's impossible. Don't make her pull that cute, pathetic sap card. "Why not? You just said you would!"

paws around for his pillow, hugging it close to his chest. "Not enough energy. Got tired' talkin' 'bout it."

sighs and eventually flops down next to him. "Come on, just this once? I promise it won't be that bad."

pats her shoulder. "Yes it will."

huffs and grabs his hand. How intimidating of her, *very*. "It'll be worse if you don't do anything about it! Do you want to *die*?"

makes this weird half laugh, half cough noise. "I'm not gonna *die*. It's just a cold. Or allergies."

's grip tightens a bit out of frustration. "You're getting worse. At least think of how Ludwig might be worrying!"

flops his hand a little, trying to shake her off. "He worries about dust particles accumulating on top of the refrigerator. And everything.

"

won't let go just yet if she can help it, sorry man. "Well, I don't worry about those things. And I'm worried. Good enough for you?"

to think for awhile to come up with a reply to that. "Don't. You'll get wrinkles."

slaps her own forehead at that. "I'm not kidding, Gilbert. Can't you take things seriously for five minutes?"

sniffs so hard it makes the inside of his face feel weird. "Nope."

to hit him; no joke. But she will just tug on his hand. "Please? I'll make it up to you if it's so bad?"

groans. "...you gonna buy me ice cream?" Yeah, he's kidding. Then again, it might make his throat feel better.

rolls her eyes. "Ja, sure, whatever. Ice cream, beer, chocolate, body paint, you name it. Just. Please?"

opens his eyes and snickers. "Body paint. Way to slip one in there. Yeah, alright. Pick me up."

just huffs and sits up. "Oi, I recall you mentioning that once. Or maybe it was Hungary? I dunno. Whatever. You get up by yourself."

shudders. "Don't mention the manbeast, baby. I'll lose it." He scoots backward, letting his legs dangle over the mattress until his feet-

hit the floor. Then he stays like that.

's just going to grant him the fact that she doesn't go around beating him with a frying pan too. She rolls over to sit and then finally _

stand up, hands on her hips. "I'm not wasting any more time here, Gilbert. Hurry up."

grumbles a lot more then slowly pushes himself upright. "Ready.". Yes, he plans on going in just his shorts and without brushing his hair.

shakes her head. Yeah, smart, man, smart. "No, no, no. You have to get dressed first."

sways just a little, the fever and change in position making his head swim. "I'm dressed. These are my church clothes."

{ ... fdsgkfsd pffffft- }

kind of stares blankly at him for a second. "Right. Where d'you keep your clothes, again?" Hey, she'll dress him, if it's necessary.

flops his arms and rolls his eyes. Downstairs, obviously, but fuck if he's going that far. He turns and digs into Ludwig's drawers instead,

managing to come out with sweatpants and an oversized shirt. Both hang on him when he gets them on. "Okay? Okay." Disregard the disaster he

made of Ludwig's drawers

.

adjusts the shirt on him a tag, pointedly ignoring said mess for the sake of, well, her sanity and quite possibly Ludwig's. Then she opts to

drag Gilbert along before he changes his mind or something. "Shoes would be nice too, y'know. But hurry up."

isn't walking slowly deliberately. He just doesnt have his usual wild energy. "Downstairs. Hall closet."

understands that. So maybe she will slow down her pace a tad and just pull him along until they're downstairs or something.

gets down there eventually with her help. He goes straight for the closet and digs out a ratty pair of tennis shoe and a hooded sweater to

pull on as well. He'll leave the hood up to spare his dignity over his hair at least.

won't bother with scolding him over any of that; he's going to the doctor, not church. "There. Now Ludwig can take care of things."

stares at her. It takes while to comprehend that, but once he does and spot Ludwig watching from the living room, he takes off.

sighs. She will let them take care of the rest by themselves, since there is no need to tag along to go to the doctor. Is there?

doesn't get very far before Ludwig gets him by the back of the shirt and sweeps him right off his feet. Gilbert's light enough that Ludwig-

easily gets him up over his shoulder even with his protesting. "Traitor!"

sighs and shakes her head for the umpteenth time that. "It won't be that bad, honey."

bounces Gilbert, who's busy hoarsely shouting about needles again, so that he goes quiet and makes a strangled, sick noise instead. "Thank

you, Eva. Nothing short of a miracle."

offees a smile, pointedly ignoring Gilbert's protests. "Not a problem, Ludwig. I wish you luck getting him to behave now, however."

shrugs the other shoulder. "He can go back to the basement if he doesn't behave." He hopes it isn't like last time Gilbert stayed in the

hospital, with all the food throwing, shouting, verbal abuse and sexual harassment of the nurses, and escape attempts.