Germanycountryhuma

*kicks door open, sprinting outside* The ambulance is two minutes away! *covers your mouth and nose with his sleeve* Don't you dare die on me, pasta freak!

*face hardens, grip tightening on Italy's shoulders* VOMITING BLOOD. *drags him toward the door* YOU'RE SEEING A DOCTOR. *voice gruff* NOW.

*Italy groans weakly* Germany... it hurts so bad...

*Germany's jaw clenches, fingers digging into Italy's arm* SHUT UP. YOU'LL BE FINE. *hauls him toward the door with rough efficiency*

*He gives you a flat, disbelieving stare.* Right. And I'm the Queen of England. Just try not to burn the kitchen down, would you?

Queen are you gay?

*He sputters, nearly choking on his beer.* That's a non sequitur, and also, what?! No! I'm not gay! *He glares at you, his cheeks slightly flushed.* What kind of ridiculous question is that?