can nurse the man if he wishes...

isn't that sick! He doesn't want to inconvenience him or anything...

rolls his eyes pointedly, making his way to the other's house with cough and fever medicine, soon sneaking into his room. "Bom dia."

groans softly in response. He kind of just wants to die right now....

frowns worriedly, then quickly decides to do what he came for. He put some cold water in a basin, wetting a towel and pressing it against Romano's forehead. "Is it because of your economy?" He tries, handing_

the italian his medicine with a glass of water.

medicine tastes like shit!

narrows his eyes. "I'll throw you into a tub full of ice, would you rather?" He hisses, pressing on the medicine.

trembles slightly at the thought, scowling and glaring. "Then give me the damn medicine, ass."

smiles softly as he hands the other his medicine, leaving the towel over the other's forehead. "How long have you been sick?"

glares a little "M'not that sick. Barely even ..." He drinks a few gulps from the bottle, scrunching his face. Eugh, that was fuckin horrible.

hands him the glass of water next. "You're burning up... And it's not cooling down." He sighs, changing the towel.

downs the water quicker than anything. "It will, I'm sure..." Ick...

runs the towel over his forehead again, tugging the blankets down. He doesn't even need to cast a second glance. "You're sweating... Romano, you need a shower."

groans softly. "No, I don't even want to fucking move right now."

sighs, but still stands up and goes to prepare him a bath. "Trust me, you'll feel better."

scowls at that. He doubts it, and only buries deeper into the comforter as he grumbles under his breath.

returns after a while, nudging him gently. "C'mon, kid, I'll help you... The water's warm." He lies, smiling softly.

eyes him warily "You're so full of shit, I know you're lying bastardo..." He didn't trust the other...

sighs. "Don't make this harder for me..." He groans, and mutter an apology before gently cradling the other in his arms, guiding him off.

swears loudly, grabbing for the sheets to cover himself. "Vaffanculo! Put me down, figlio di troia! Ti ammazo!" Fuck, all that yelling was making him dizzy, and his head was pounding, and he felt like shit...

ignores him, mostly in favour of simply walking the italian to the restoom. He settles the man to sit on the floor, kneeling down. "I need you to wash yourself, can you do that?"

scowls. "Of course I can fucking wash myself...." He stares at the water, before poking his hand in, and bursting into another string of expletives. "This water is cold, you fucking liar! No..no..." He pushed _

_away from the other, trying to go back to bed.

sighs, grabbing him by the arm. "Lovino, por favor..." He begins again, furrowing his eyebrows.

tries to pull away, but doesn't quite manage. "Then you go do it. I'm not taking a fucking cold bath." It was...cold!

sighs. "It's necessary, menino.." He adds. "Plus, I'm not Antonio, so this drama won't make me pity you."

scowls. "I don't want your fucking pity...and I don't see how this is necessary..."

smiles and grabs him again, dumping the other on the tub with cold water and all. "It is, and it's not pity, it's caring." He rolls his eyes.

yelps, swearing and shaking, trying to climb back out. "You f-f-f-f-fucking asshole! Figlio de troia!"

flicks a cigarette on, sitting next to him, but on the bathroom floor. He reaches out only to check his temperature, nodding at it. "Now you strip and give me the wet clothes. Quick..."

shivering, and looking at him like he's insane. "I'm not t-t-taking off my f-fucking clothes! The hell!" He sits on the edge of the tub, reaching for his damn towel.

sighs. "Don't be a child and help me." Still, he checks the other's temperature: well, the fever wasn't so high. "I'll go fetch you clean clothes, finish your bath." He instructs, then leaves.

stifles a whimper as he looks back to the freezing water. He doesn't want to go in, dammit! Shivering, he lets his feet slip into the ice water, cussing up a storm under his breath.