[m/n] = male name

[c/n] = country name

Narrator's POV

All was silent in the house till-

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"[m/n]! Open zhe unawezome door!" A certain Prussian yelled.

"Si, let us in mi tomate!" A voice with a Spanish accent said.

"Oui, you should not be ignoring your lovers~!" A french voice sounded. After five minutes of banging, the trio outside the large mansion stopped.

"Maybe he isn't home," Antonio suggested, looking down.

"Zhen vhere vould he be?" Gilbert wondered. "It isn't like our awezome [m/n] to unawezomely ignore us or our awezome calls and texts." Gilbert said, pulling out his phone and checking for any new messages. Francis shook his head as he stared at the house.

"Non, but I zhink 'e is 'ome." Francis declared. He then turned to Gilbert. "Try calling 'im again right now mon ami." Gilbert nodded and called as they all stayed quiet.

And soon, they heard the all too familiar ringtone that [m/n] had assigned to the Prussian's phone number.

"Did he leave his phone here?" Antonio asked. Francis shook his head.

"Non, I doubt it, but I zhink something must be wrong with our [m/n]." Francis said. Gilbert nodded and moved over to the door.

"Francy-pants, give zhe awezome me one of jour hairpins." Francis complied and handed Gilbert the hairpin. Gilbert quickly used it to pick the locked door.

"Zhere!" Gilbert said, opening the door as they all rushed in. Francis picked up his phone and dialed [m/n]'s number, using the ringtone to track the phone where they found [m/n] lying on the couch in his living room, looking pale and sweating.

"What's wrong with our tomate?" Antonio asked as he stood behind the couch. Gilbert knelled down beside [m/n] and placed a hand on his forehead.

"He's unawezomely sick is vhat." Gilbert said, standing back up. "His fever is so unawezomely high zhat he probably passed out and has been out for a vhile now."

"Oh dear," Francis said. "I 'ad 'eard zhat [c/n] 'ad been 'aving some economic trouble but I 'ad no idea it was zhis bad. Our poor lover." Francis fussed softly.

"We should take care of him till he recovers." Antonio declared. They all agreed immediately.

"I'll go make some soup for him!" Antonio declared, heading off to the kitchen.

"Gilbert, why don't you carry 'im to bed while I go find some medicine," Francis said. Gilbert nodded.

"Ja, and I'll awezomely change him out of his unawezomely sweaty clothes." Gilbert said, carrying [m/n] bridal style up to his bedroom.

Gilbert quickly laid down [m/n] and grabbed a towel and a bowl of water, gently dabbing away the sweat on [m/n]'s skin before placing him in a pair of comfortable pajamas.

"Gilbert," Francis said, poking his head in as Gilbert tucked [m/n] into his bed. "[m/n] is out of medicine so I am going out quickly to grab some. Do you zhink we will need anything else?" Gilbert thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nein, vith Antonio making some awezome soup and jou awezomely getting zhe medicine, we should be all set." Gilbert said. Francis nodded and came forward, placing a kiss on [m/n]'s forehead.

"Oui, zhen keep watch over 'im Gilbert." Francis said.

"Ja, zhe awezome me vill do. After all, zhe awezome Teutonic Knights vere once awezome healers." Gilbert said. Francis chuckled and walked out of the room as Gilbert turned back to [m/n], who was now shivering under the covers.

'Hmm, how to awezomely varm him up... Ah!' Gilbert thought, taking his shoes off and getting into the bed. He wrapped his arms around [m/n], hugging him close. [m/n] unconsciously snuggled into Gilbert's embrace.

"Gilbert," Antonio said from the doorway. "That's not fair, hogging [m/n] all to yourself like that." Gilbert looked over his shoulder.

"Zhe awezome me is just keeping him awezomely varm." Gilbert defended. He then smirked at Antonio. "Vhy? Do jou vant to join?" Antonio beamed and made his way over to the bed, settling down on the other side, hugging [m/n] from behind.

"Fusososo~ He's so cute when he's asleep~" Antonio cooed softly. Gilbert nodded.

"Ja, he is," Gilbert agreed, taking the time to bury his face in [m/n]'s hair.

"So while I'm out getting medicine I see you two are getting cozy without moi," Francis said from the doorway, a pout on his face and a bag of medicine in his hands. Antonio propped himself up with one arm.

"No mi amigo, we were just keeping [m/n] warm. Come join us." Antonio said. Francis smiled.

"Oui, just let me put zhe medicine down." Francis said, placing the bag on the nightstand while Gilbert rolled [m/n] over so that he was lying on his back. Seeing as how Gilbert and Antonio had already claimed both sides of [m/n], Francis decided to settle down on [m/n]'s chest.

"Hmm...?" [m/n] slowly cracked an eye open, feeling a heavy weight on top of him. He glanced down, being me with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Bonjour mon amour," Francis said with a smile as the other two members of the BTT came into view.

"*yawn* What are you guys doing here?" [m/n] mumbled sleepily. Antonio squealed a bit from the cute yawn.

"Jou vere unawezomely ignoring our calls and texts so we awezomely came over and found zhat jou vere unawezomely sick." Gilbert said. [m/n] gave him a sleepy look.

"Oh, sorry then," [m/n] said, before beginning to cough a bit. Francis sat up and grabbed the medicine, handing [m/n] the bottle as Antonio ran off to get some water.

"Here, 'ave some of zhis mon amour," Francis said. [m/n] nodded and took out two pills, popping them in his mouth and took a sip of water from Antonio.

"Thanks..." [m/n] said, nearly falling asleep.

"Back to bed mi tomate, and when you wake up again I'll have the soup ready." Antonio said, pushing [m/n] down onto the bed and Gilbert's waiting arm.

"Mmm 'kay..." [m/n] said, closing his eyes. The BTT just smiled and got back in position, with Gilbert on one side, Antonio on the other, and Francis resting on [m/n]'s chest.

"Ich liebe dich," Gilbert said, kissing [m/n]'s cheek.

"Te amo," Antonio said, kissing the other cheek.

"Je t'aime," Francis said, planting a kiss on [m/n]'s lips. [m/n] just shifted a bit.

"Mmm... yeah that's nice and all... but save that for the person you all get serious with..." [m/n] said, nodding off. The guys just chuckled.

"But we are serious mon amour." Francis said.

"Ja, very serious." Gilbert said, leaning in.

"Fusososo~" Antonio leaned in too. They were all about to do something when-

Zzzz... Zzzz... Zzzz...

-[m/n] had fallen back asleep, leaving the guys to sigh and get back in position.

"When do you think he'll take us seriously mi amigos?" Antonio asked. Gilbert shook his head.

"Even zhe awezome me doesn't know."

"Oui, but some day, we'll prove it to 'im, just not today, lest we push 'im too far." Francis said before giving the other two a smirk. "When zhat day comes, I want to enjoy it a lot." The other two smirked as well.

"Ja, zhat vill be awezome." Gilbert said as Antonio nodded.

"Si, but for now, let's sleep, then feed him his soup later!" Antonio said as they all settled back down. They all got comfortable and slipped off into the realm of dreams, where they were all, no doubt, dreaming of the day they would prove their feelings to [m/n].

But for now, those were just dreams.

~Fin~