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“H-Hey, Kiku? Are you alright?” Feliciano took a break from his painting to stare at the Asian nation.

“Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” Kiku lowered his wooden sword and padded across his backyard to the Italian.

“Your… leg keeps twitching…” Feliciano had been in the process of painting Kiku’s sword-practice drills when he had noticed the twitch in his former ally’s left leg.

“I hadn’t noticed.” Kiku looked down at his leg and watched the paroxysm shoot through his appendage. “It would seem I’m having another earthquake.” He sat on his on the edge of the porch and massaged his convulsing limb. “A small one, but an earthquake nonetheless.”

“Hm, you didn’t notice that?” The Mediterranean nation looked worried. “Does it happen a lot?”

“My house is on a fault line, Feliciano-tan.” Kiku smiled as his leg stopped spasming. “I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often. They come and go.” He stood from the porch.

“Pick your sword back up, Kiku! I’m not done yet!” Feliciano smiled happily. He watched as the muscles in the Asian nation’s right arm proceeded to jerk and tremble as he reclaimed his wooden training sword. The Italian ignored it and simply instructed Kiku into the exact pose he wanted before re-sketching on his easel.

“Alright, you can relax now… or go back to your practicing!” Kiku smiled at the Italian and relaxed his stance before taking up a new one, preparing to continue his training.

“Uh? K-Kiku!” Feliciano dropped his paint brush and pallet and ran over to the Asian nation as the man stiffly fell forward to the ground. The Italian rolled Kiku over. The dark-haired man’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body began to twist and jerk in jarring directions.

“L-L-LUDWIG! LUDWIG, COME QUICK! SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH KIKU!”

The blonde bolted into the backyard, running to Feliciano’s side in an instant. “Keep his head still, Feliciano. And put his practice sword between his teeth so he doesn’t bite off his tongue.” Ludwig said calmly as he moved to steady Kiku’s flailing limbs.

“Ludwig, what’s going on?” The Mediterranean nation asked as he put Kiku’s head in his lap and held it and the wooden sword steady.

“Well, Kiku’s having another grand mal seizure episode, ngh!” This last because one of the Asian nation’s legs had caught the blonde in the stomach. “It just means that Japan is having a pretty serious earthquake. Just keep him still. It should be over soon.”

After what seemed like hours, which was only really a moment or two, Kiku’s body finally relaxed, leaving him unconscious.

Feliciano took the sword out of the dark-haired man’s mouth. “Wow, Ludwig! You’re so cool! You knew exactly what to do! How’d you do that?” Feliciano beamed at the blonde, utterly impressed.

Ludwig sighed. “Doesn’t Italy have earthquakes, too?”

“Yeah, so?”

Ludwig sighed again, this time in utter frustration. “Feliciano, I’ve been around when you’ve have grand mal seizures of your own.” He stood, lifting Kiku up into his arms and turning to carry the other nation inside. “I had to take care of you, too.”

“Aw, thank you, Ludwig! You’re always looking out for me!” Sang the brunette as he jumped on Ludwig back for a piggy-back. “You’re such a good friend!” He rested his chin on the blonde’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Ludwig blushed, and instead of barking at the Italian to get off of him, he simply carried both of them inside. He was a strong nation and could easily carry the two. If Feliciano asked, he could say it was a good form of exercise to carry both nations. Besides, it felt nice to have Feliciano’s surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him tightly, clinging to him. He secretly pondered other ways to get the Italian to cling to him… Not that he would ever admit to it.

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“H-Hey, Kiku? Are you alright?” Feliciano took a break from his painting to stare at the Asian nation.

“Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” Kiku lowered his wooden sword and padded across his backyard to the Italian.

“Your… leg keeps twitching…” Feliciano had been in the process of painting Kiku’s sword-practice drills when he had noticed the twitch in his former ally’s left leg.

“I hadn’t noticed.” Kiku looked down at his leg and watched the paroxysm shoot through his appendage. “It would seem I’m having another earthquake.” He sat on his on the edge of the porch and massaged his convulsing limb. “A small one, but an earthquake nonetheless.”

“Hm, you didn’t notice that?” The Mediterranean nation looked worried. “Does it happen a lot?”

“My house is on a fault line, Feliciano-tan.” Kiku smiled as his leg stopped spasming. “I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often. They come and go.” He stood from the porch.

“Pick your sword back up, Kiku! I’m not done yet!” Feliciano smiled happily. He watched as the muscles in the Asian nation’s right arm proceeded to jerk and tremble as he reclaimed his wooden training sword. The Italian ignored it and simply instructed Kiku into the exact pose he wanted before re-sketching on his easel.

“Alright, you can relax now… or go back to your practicing!” Kiku smiled at the Italian and relaxed his stance before taking up a new one, preparing to continue his training.

“Uh? K-Kiku!” Feliciano dropped his paint brush and pallet and ran over to the Asian nation as the man stiffly fell forward to the ground. The Italian rolled Kiku over. The dark-haired man’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body began to twist and jerk in jarring directions.

“L-L-LUDWIG! LUDWIG, COME QUICK! SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH KIKU!”

The blonde bolted into the backyard, running to Feliciano’s side in an instant. “Keep his head still, Feliciano. And put his practice sword between his teeth so he doesn’t bite off his tongue.” Ludwig said calmly as he moved to steady Kiku’s flailing limbs.

“Ludwig, what’s going on?” The Mediterranean nation asked as he put Kiku’s head in his lap and held it and the wooden sword steady.

“Well, Kiku’s having another grand mal seizure episode, ngh!” This last because one of the Asian nation’s legs had caught the blonde in the stomach. “It just means that Japan is having a pretty serious earthquake. Just keep him still. It should be over soon.”

After what seemed like hours, which was only really a moment or two, Kiku’s body finally relaxed, leaving him unconscious.

Feliciano took the sword out of the dark-haired man’s mouth. “Wow, Ludwig! You’re so cool! You knew exactly what to do! How’d you do that?” Feliciano beamed at the blonde, utterly impressed.

Ludwig sighed. “Doesn’t Italy have earthquakes, too?”

“Yeah, so?”

Ludwig sighed again, this time in utter frustration. “Feliciano, I’ve been around when you’ve have grand mal seizures of your own.” He stood, lifting Kiku up into his arms and turning to carry the other nation inside. “I had to take care of you, too.”

“Aw, thank you, Ludwig! You’re always looking out for me!” Sang the brunette as he jumped on Ludwig back for a piggy-back. “You’re such a good friend!” He rested his chin on the blonde’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Ludwig blushed, and instead of barking at the Italian to get off of him, he simply carried both of them inside. He was a strong nation and could easily carry the two. If Feliciano asked, he could say it was a good form of exercise to carry both nations. Besides, it felt nice to have Feliciano’s surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him tightly, clinging to him. He secretly pondered other ways to get the Italian to cling to him… Not that he would ever admit to it.