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Ludwig finished preparing the meal he planned to make for himself, Italy, and company and sighed lightly. He went to his room as Georgia helped Brazil to the bathroom and he shut his bedroom door behind him. He quickly went to cleaning the room up (even if there was nothing to really clean since his room was always tidy and well-kept) and changed into a pair of sweat pants that were soft from how many times he had worn them and a tank top before he grabbed an extra pair of sweat pants and a tank top. He almost grabbed her a pair of her boxers as well when he stopped himself. That would be weird... Wouldn't it? Allowing a woman to use a pair of male boxers that had been worn once before-- even if they had been washed...?

It sounded weird to him, so he decided against the idea and chose to just hand her the pants and top. If she decided to "go comando", it didn't bother him since he'd wash them any ways, but he figured it'd be weird if he gave her some of his pre-used underwear.

He opened the door to his bed room and walked out before he looked to Georgia and held the sweat pants and tank top out for him to take. "Give zhese to her vhen she finishes vizh her bath. Mein room is just down zhe hall on zhe left. You can't miss it. Mein sheets look like my flag, so it shouldn't be hard to figure out if you've gone in zhe wrong room." Once Georgia had the "pajamas" for Brazil, he jerked his head down the hall way. "I vill go ahead und start setting up a place for you und I to sleep as vell. Dinner should be ready soon. Vhen she finishes her bath, have her gazher her clozhing und I'll make sure zhey get vashed or replaced..."

Germany turned and walked back down the hall to the kitchen where dinner was still cooking. He tended to the food as Germousser watched over the kitchen from her perched position on top of the fridge.

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Germany finished the last of the cooking. As should be expected, he had made potatoes and bratwurst for dinner for himself, Italy, and the two guests since Japan was already feeding himself and Taiwan. Hopefully the two guests wouldn't mind. After all, he knew already Italy might not. He seemed to enjoy the bratwurst enough to not complain. He brought the food to the table and set the places when he heard Brazil come out of the bathroom and call for some help.

Well, he might as well help her out.

He jogged over to where she was and instantly blushed when he saw her standing in her towel.... H- He probably should have looked for a beach towel or something that could have covered her more... Like maybe his robe. Man, he really should have considered that one... But, no time to worry about it. He went over and wrapped one arm around her waist, though did so in a way that would hopefully read in terms of being helpful more than him leading her on or something, and carefully took hold of the clothes in her arms. "Here, I can take zhose... It might not be much since your clozhing is so torn und tattered, but I can at least vash und dry zhese for you tonight..." He lead her towards his room and took her hand so he could lead her to feel for where the bed was. He took her wet clothes from her and walked out to take the clothes he had handed to Georgia and returned to Brazil. He put the dry clothes into her hands and stepped away. "You can go ahead und change into zhose. I hope you don't mind, but... I- I vent ahead und didn't lend you any of mein boxers... I- If you really vant a pair, my dresser should be..." He looked from where she was and mouthed something to himself as he thought. Finally, he concluded, "Zhere is a dresser five steps left of zhe bed, second drawer from zhe top. Like I said, help yourself if you vant a pair, but I othervise did not give you some..."

He blushed and adverted his eyes as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly for telling her where she could find a pair of his underwear... It really did make him uncomfortable to think of her in his under garments, even if it shouldn't mean anything... "...Vhan you finish changing, dinner is ready if you are hungry. Ozhervise, you can go ahead und go to bed if you vant to. Zhe bed is made up und mein alarm is set. Call for me if you vant me to lead you to dinner or need anyzhing else..." He then turned and quickly retreated, closing the door behind him. He walked past Kartlos with a blush as he mumbled to the other guest of the dorm "dinner is ready" before he ducked into the laundry room and tossed Brazil's clothes into a washing machine and began washing her things.

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Ludwig hadn't even realized he'd slept for so long. It wasn't that he didn't have an alarm clock since Brazil was in his bed-- he had his cell phone, after all. No... What it was turned to be he had heard the alarm, woke groggily, sneezed once, and then tossed his phone somewhere into the crevices of the couch he was sleeping on.

It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did... Well, he tended to just lay there until he got better-- which was pretty much what he was doing now. He had finally woken up and was staring blankly and tiredly up at the ceiling with the most miserable of expressions ever worn on the German's face. Even the worst of war-time tortures had nothing compared to how awful being sick left him feeling... Sure, it was probably just a cold from swimming out in the rain and then standing around, half-dressed, and in soaking clothes no less in the night air which was becoming colder with the change of the season. To top it off, he was under a lot of stress, plus Ludwig knew full well there was usually SOME sort of bug going around this time.... Not that he blamed Kiku. Like he said-- it was his own mistake for not changing the date of the pool-cleaning punishment when he knew it would rain all day yesterday. For that, he was now suffering...

And thirsty... God he was thirsty....

However, sickness was leaving him drained and, for once, he actually felt too lazy to stand up, walk to the kitchen, and get something to drink despite the fact that his mouth was dry, he throat had an itch, and he was starting to get a small headache from both the angle he'd slept all night and half the day and the lack of any fluids in his body..... A part of him almost wished his brother or Hungary were here to baby him.... At the same time, he hated the thought. It was always to embarrassing when either one fussed over him. Gilbert was ******** useless in anything other than talking non-stop and laughing at Ludwig's expense, and Elizaveta would surely go so far as to nearly baby him... Assuming she didn't take advantage of his inability to escape or fight back and mess with him in other ways involving an camera.... So, he would just lay here... And suffer... Thirsty...

........ God damn it.

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Germany groaned lightly as he heard knocking and someone talking to him through a door. He honestly didn't care right now what with how crappy he felt. Sure, he knew by tomorrow he'd probably be good as new... with luck.. But for now he was just miserable since it had been so many years since the last time he felt sick. He wasn't paying any attention as to who it was or what they said since he just sort of assumed that the person wasn't there for him. Maybe Italy... He hadn't really heard from the Italian all morning, so it was possible he was sick too. After all, after swimming, he then ran around the school in just his wet underwear... Ludwig had at least kept his pants on.

He could smell something tasty being cooked... Something familiar and comforting. He tried sniffing the air to get a better smell to figure out what exactly was being made, but with how sniffy his nose was it ended with him, instead, cough slightly and having to sniffle to keep from anything running down his face. God, he hated being sick. He reached out and felt for the box of tissues on his nightstand-- wait, nightstand. He groggily looked around his surroundings... How the hell did he make it to his roo-- oh, hey, look. An empty cup with a few drops of water. Maybe he had convinced himself to get off the couch and get something to drink earlier. If he had, then he probably shuffled his way to his bed and passed out in enough of a daze to not remember any of it. That... would actually make a lot of sense for him. He grabbed the tissue and blew his nose so that he could stop his sniffling.

Ludwig had just about drifted back to sleep when someone knocked on his bedroom door. Huh. Now who could that be? He was pretty sure Japan was sik in bed as well. Was he concerned he passed his illness to him? However, instead of seeing a Japanese man walk in, it was the familiar and motherly face of Hungary... Well, at least, it looked motherly from Germany's stand point at the moment since, here he was in bed and it looked like she had stopped by to come and check on him. He pulled the blanket over his nose and mouth and tried not to cough to loud just after she asked him how he was doing. The look on his face was the same stubborn expression he wore whenever he got sick as a child... which had been surprisingly often despite how big and muscular he was now. He reached out and grabbed another tissue to dab at his nose so that he wouldn't sound as nasally childish as he spoke.

" N' feel like 'ell... N' know 't's prob'lly just a cold, but I haff never liked getting sick..." He gave another sniffle and groaned as he buried his face into his pillow, his cheeks flushed with both the light fever he had and the embarrassment on how childish he personally thought he sounded whenever he got sick like this. It didn't help that his head was all scattered in his face in its custom bed-head style when he typically first wakes up. He gave a small huff before looking up to Hungary, that still stubborn look plastered in his eyes, even if he had the rest of his face covered. After maybe a total of thirty seconds, he tilted his head to the side and looked up to his "sister" country. "Vhat are you doing here, anyvays.... 'S school out for zhe day already."

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Elizaveta chuckled lightly as Germany questioned her for not being in class despite how miserable he looked laying there in bed. It took a lot of will power not to inform him how cute the sickly German was. Most other nations would look at her as if she was insane for thinking such a thing, but it was difficult not to feel that way about someone she had watched grow up. No matter how big and strong Ludwig became, he would always be that awkwardly stubborn, rigid and absolutely adorable little boy in her eyes. She smiled softly at him and thankfully refrained from teasing him... for now. This might come back to bite poor Ludwig later, but for the moment the worst she did was plant a motherly kiss on his forehead after she finished feeling it for fever.

"Igen. I am sure it is just a little cold. Did Italy talk you into running around without clothes again?" she asked with a light chuckle as she pulled back. The Hungarian reached for a pillow to stuff behind Ludwig's back while motioning for him to sit up so he could drink his tea better. The last thing she wanted was for him to spill it on himself or choke. While making sure he would be comfortable and listening for his response she tried to think of how to respond to his last question. The real reason she had even gone looking for him was because of new information about Liechtenstein. She hadn't seen him all day at school, but had assumed he had been playing with Japan and Italy until the search led her back here. Thus, claiming she had merely come to check on his health would be somewhat of a lie.

"I am not in class because I needed to talk with you," she admitted. "When I found out you were absent I knew it had to be bad so I came over right away. Once you eat some we can talk about other matters, but for the moment let's try to get that nasty fever under control. Have you taken any medicine? I can get some for you to take with your tea. Make sure to drink it all. You should know better than anyone how important fluids are."

She looked to Anton and smiled at the Bulgarian before looking back to Germany with a slightly apologetic smile. "You don't mind him being here, right? I know he isn't an immediate family member, but Anton is helping me at the moment and I felt it would be rude to ask him to wait outside."