to remind Francesca that too much sugar is as bad for her as too much pasta, and hopes that she at least remembered to brush her teeth after

eating too much, because a cavity on top of a stomach ache would be a travesty.

that there's no such thing as too much pasta, but given the current state she's in, won't protest. And she never skips out on

brushing her teeth! Clutching her stomach, she approaches the other nation. "England, what should I do to make the pain stop? I think I'm

going to die!" Overexaggeration? Just a bit.

sighs, rolling her eyes. "You won't die. Calm down, for one. Eat less next time for another, but for now..." she frowned, looking at the Ita

ian. Now how did she help America out when the other ate too much? "try jumping up and down, little hops, to push the food down. If that

doesn't help stop or you'll vomit. And if it doesn't work then... Just lie down, I suppose. Get a hot water bottle and hold it on your stoma

ch so it doesn't hurt, yes?" she paused. "...do you want me to fill one for you?" After all, the poor thing did look rather pathetic, and

when was the last time she actually got to take care of someone?

already starting to hop up and down a little before Alice even finished. Unfortunately, she didn't even last until she had finished

speaking before she felt her body beg her to stop. She smiled faintly. "Really?! Yes, please. That would be great!" Francesca wasn't used to

having this problem, as her stomach was usually a bottomless pit, but apparently there was such a thing as too much sugar.

nods once, looking over the other. "Right. You lay down and I'll see what I can do about getting something warm to settle your stomach, then

. Ah- Do you have a hot water bottle or a heating pillow?" After all, it'd be a lot easier if she didn't have to improvise her solution fo

r the other. "If not I can probably throw something together, but.."

made her way back over to the couch, her body pathetically slouched as she cradled her stomach. She immediately plopped back down with

a loud groan, swearing to never touch sweets again. She looked up, shaking her head sadly. "No. I'm sorry. The closest thing I have is an

electric blanket?"

figured as much. Oh well. It was worth a try to ask. "Right... well... here, lets at least get you under that. And when you're stomach's

settled a bit more I'll get you some warm milk so you can go to sleep, yeah?" Amazing, the Italian winged far less then America ever had as

a child. She'd figured she'd get far more complaint from Francesca, but it seemed that now that she was getting taken care of all the

wailing about dying from the pain of it all had ceased. Brilliant. Why couldn't Allison have been that behaved as a child?

(...putting in the name Allison until we, y'know, actually get a fem!America.)

(( No prob. I think femGermany is doing the same when she refers to Prussia :] ))

(I was soooooo tempted to take her instead. Gretchen <3
But. I chose Alice. Because I know English history far better than I do Prussian.)

(( I want to play alllllll of them XD not really, but yeah. <3 Nyotalia ))

the type of person to calm down once someone was taking care of her, hence the whining wasn't as bad as it could be. "Milk? Can I

keep that down?" She asked, as the thought of milk didn't sound too great, but hey, Alice seemed to know what she was doing. "Grazie," she

said. Her cries had lowered to muffled groans, her face deep in the couch cushions.

"Not yet. That's why we'll wait a bit for it, luv." Alice pointed out, looking around for a thin blanket - she could fill a bag with hot

water and wrap it up to keep it from burning the Italian, that should work fairly well for what she wanted. "It'll make you feel better once

your stomach has settled and started to digest a little. If we get you to sleep it'll get better faster"

((If fem!Lovi was open it would've been no choice. I love Lorena. She's the first one I made. I write five nyotalia characters really.))

nodded, briefly looking up from her cushion. "I'm never going to eat candy ever again! I swear it!" She squeezed her eyes shut and

tried to relax. She trusted Alice, and so would try to get to sleep, but how could one fall asleep while in such pain! She kept her eyes

closed, attempting to go to her happy place.

sighs. "Of course you won't, darling. At least not until you've forgotten this." After all, children rarely held to those sorts of promises_

and while Francesca wasn't a child Alice was sure her behaviour could constitute her as one anyway. Rolling her eyes the brit moved into_

the kitchen to fill up said bag of hot water.

's groans lowered to soft whimpers, and after a while, Francesca grew only vaguely aware of Alice wandering around. She started

to drift off into sleep, hands still clutching her stomach.

wrapped the newly filled bag about with a towel she'd found, coming back to find Fransesca and slowing her pace as she noticed the other was

starting to drift. Careful to be quiet, she picked her way across the room to settle the heat source down near the Italian's belly. "There."

mumbled something incoherent, clearly still in the light stages of sleep. Her stomach was feeling better enough already that

she could be out for a little while. Her lips twitched at the feel of something warm, and she unconsciously drew the warm object closer to

herself. She'd have to remember to pay England back for her kindness somehow.

smiled to herself, pulling back and searching around briefly for the heated blanket the other had mentioned. Unable to find it, she settled_

for tucking her in and stepping back. It... it was nice to be able to take care of someone. It'd been such a bloody long time since she'd_

had the chance she'd almost forgotten how rewarding it felt. "Sleep well then." she murmured before turning to exit.