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“ACH-OO!” A monster of a sneeze blasted out of Kiku, followed by a hacking cough. He shivered harshly as Feliciano tucked his blanket tighter around him.

“Ludwig! I can’t figure out what’s wrong with Kiku!”

“It’s typhoon season, Feliciano-tan.”

“How long does it last?” Ludwig asked, walking into the room with lunch.

Kiku coughed harshly before answering. “A while.” He rasped before sitting up to eat. The room spun for a moment from the sudden change of position.

“Every year?”

“Ah, h-hai…” Kiku whimpered as the spinning subsided and left him with a dull throb in his head. Slowly, he began to eat.

“Uwah! That’s awful, Kiku!”

The Asian nation swallowed his mouthful. “I suppose, but I’m used to it.” He hesitated before adding, “It’s nice to have someone taking care of me during it for a change… Arigato gozaimasu.” He dipped his head.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not doing much back home, anyway.” Ludwig noticed Kiku had stopped eating. “Still not hungry?”

Kiku shook his head. “My apologies. I’m just… very tired… And my back hurts… The room is spinning because my head has started throbbing… I’m sorry… I’m complaining too much…” This was followed by another harsh coughing fit.

Feliciano pushed the Asian nation back until he was lying down again. “You’re sick! You can complain all you want! WOAH!” This last because he had to dodge another of Kiku’s monstrous sneezes. “Why are your sneezes so big!?”

Kiku chuckled weakly. “I told you: it’s typhoon season. My ‘sneezes’ are my country’s tornadoes… and if you think about it, in a gross kind of way, they’re also the torrential rains.”

“Ew!” Feliciano giggled.

“And your headache?” Ludwig was becoming intrigued with the nation’s… bizarre… illnesses.

“Thunderstorms.” Kiku smiled slightly.

“Fever?”

“…Well, typhoons are formed by feeding on heat released when moist air rises… resulting in condensation of water vapor contained in the moist air… so…”

“That explains the sweating, then.”

“I’mma just… gonna nap a bit for little whiles…” Kiku had begun to slur his words because of his fatigue, fever, and headache.

“That sounds like a good plan, Kiku. Get some rest. We’ll be here if you need anything.” Ludwig put a reassuring hand on Kiku’s forehead then picked up the dishes and steered Feliciano out of the room.

“Oh! Ludwig! Guess what!” The Italian bounced.

“Wh-What is it this time?” Ludwig grumbled as he put the dishes in the sink.

“Toris said I’m really flexible!” Feliciano grabbed the European nation’s arm and began dragging him to his bedroom. “I’ll show you! We can use me futon thing as a mat so I don’t hurt myself and impress you at the same time!”

Ludwig said nothing as he was towed into the Italian’s room. Somehow - and he wasn’t quite sure how yet - he knew that he’d be able to use Feliciano’s amazing litheness to his advantage.

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“ACH-OO!” A monster of a sneeze blasted out of Kiku, followed by a hacking cough. He shivered harshly as Feliciano tucked his blanket tighter around him.

“Ludwig! I can’t figure out what’s wrong with Kiku!”

“It’s typhoon season, Feliciano-tan.”

“How long does it last?” Ludwig asked, walking into the room with lunch.

Kiku coughed harshly before answering. “A while.” He rasped before sitting up to eat. The room spun for a moment from the sudden change of position.

“Every year?”

“Ah, h-hai…” Kiku whimpered as the spinning subsided and left him with a dull throb in his head. Slowly, he began to eat.

“Uwah! That’s awful, Kiku!”

The Asian nation swallowed his mouthful. “I suppose, but I’m used to it.” He hesitated before adding, “It’s nice to have someone taking care of me during it for a change… Arigato gozaimasu.” He dipped his head.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not doing much back home, anyway.” Ludwig noticed Kiku had stopped eating. “Still not hungry?”

Kiku shook his head. “My apologies. I’m just… very tired… And my back hurts… The room is spinning because my head has started throbbing… I’m sorry… I’m complaining too much…” This was followed by another harsh coughing fit.

Feliciano pushed the Asian nation back until he was lying down again. “You’re sick! You can complain all you want! WOAH!” This last because he had to dodge another of Kiku’s monstrous sneezes. “Why are your sneezes so big!?”

Kiku chuckled weakly. “I told you: it’s typhoon season. My ‘sneezes’ are my country’s tornadoes… and if you think about it, in a gross kind of way, they’re also the torrential rains.”

“Ew!” Feliciano giggled.

“And your headache?” Ludwig was becoming intrigued with the nation’s… bizarre… illnesses.

“Thunderstorms.” Kiku smiled slightly.

“Fever?”

“…Well, typhoons are formed by feeding on heat released when moist air rises… resulting in condensation of water vapor contained in the moist air… so…”

“That explains the sweating, then.”

“I’mma just… gonna nap a bit for little whiles…” Kiku had begun to slur his words because of his fatigue, fever, and headache.

“That sounds like a good plan, Kiku. Get some rest. We’ll be here if you need anything.” Ludwig put a reassuring hand on Kiku’s forehead then picked up the dishes and steered Feliciano out of the room.

“Oh! Ludwig! Guess what!” The Italian bounced.

“Wh-What is it this time?” Ludwig grumbled as he put the dishes in the sink.

“Toris said I’m really flexible!” Feliciano grabbed the European nation’s arm and began dragging him to his bedroom. “I’ll show you! We can use me futon thing as a mat so I don’t hurt myself and impress you at the same time!”

Ludwig said nothing as he was towed into the Italian’s room. Somehow - and he wasn’t quite sure how yet - he knew that he’d be able to use Feliciano’s amazing litheness to his advantage.