you should fix your cold.

tomato soup but can't get out of bed.

make him one. He learned from Spain, so it shouldn't taste bad. After all, he's not some tea-sucking English jerk!.

being alone and gets out of bed to do something, ignoring the high fever he has.

come visit!!!!

"Where is that damn magazine that Italy gave me a while ago..."

looks up from reading a magazine. He holds it up for Romano to see. "Is this vhat you are looking for brother dearest?"

"Where did you get that? Were you looking through my stuff, you bastard?! He coughs a couple of times before taking the magazine away from him.

raises an eyebrow and shrugs. "I found it on the coffee table brother dearest." He grins at Romano's fuming face but it quickly turns into a frown upon hearing him cough. "Oi. You should take it easy and rest_

He walks over to the kitchen to fetch the tomato soup he made. "Here. Vhy don't you eat this first before you lie down? It'll help."

frowns. "Shut up with the brother dearest shit. It's making me sicker." He sits down on the bed and flips a couple of pages until he looks up at Prussia. "Is that poisoned or something?"

walks into the room and overhears the conversation. he frowns “ve~ prussia wouldnt do such a bad thing like that Romano~“:

shrugs again. "Vhatever." He walks towards the table beside Romano and sets down the soup. He frowns at his comment. "There's nothing on it. Just eat it already." He then smiles upon seeing Italy. "Hey Italy!"

"He's related to the potato bastard so there has to be something bad in that soup..." He examines the soup carefully.

tilts his head at his brother. “but Romano, Prussia wouldn't do that~ well he doesn't do anything bad when he takes care of me~“. he waves and smiles at Prussia. “heyy Prussia~ its been a while“.

frowns. "Who taught you to make this? Depending on your answer, I'll eat it."