Sunny skies, cool breeze, today was perfect. Well, for everyone but you, anyway. The sun shone in through the window and you hissed as it hit your face. You tunnelled further down into the comfort of the warm, striped blankets surrounding your shivering body. A single bird chirped outside your window, but the sound was cut off as eyes blocked themselves once more.

Sniffing pathetically, you cursed your bad luck of catching a cold at the worst possible time. It was your birthday today, and it was never fun to be sick on your birthday. You pounded the pillow next to you with your fist and coughed. You couldn't stop or breath properly and you felt like crying.

You cried out and sat up, leaning over as you felt the urge to vomit. A strange smell wafted into your room. It was a nice smell, one of pasta sauce. Great, now my nose is acting up too!  You frowned and pulled back your sheets, heading into the bathroom to blow your nose on the toilet paper.

When you came back, your ears had popped and you could finally breathe through your cold nose again. No - wait, it was blocked again. As you crawled into bed, you failed to notice the medication and a note sitting on the wooden side table. You rolled over and looked at the wall, tracing your hand across small dots, making patterns and pictures to keep you entertained.

Deciding to investigate the smell that had ceased to leave you alone, you rolled over and came face to face with the medication and a steaming plate of pasta. You moaned and pulled yourself up, taking the medication and then greedily scoffing down the food. It never even crossed your mind as to where it had come from or who had made it.

When you were finished, you reached a shaky hand for the small white note beside the dirty plate. The handwriting was messy and there were blotches of pasta sauce everywhere.

______,

It's your birthday, but you're sick! That must be horrible!
I made you some pasta to make up for it though and Germany said I could have time off to look after you~ So here I am!

Hopefully you don't mind, but I'm downstairs right now, getting you some water, I'll be back soon.

As you finished reading the note, you wondered how long it could possibly take to get water. Then again, if you had guessed right, and this was Italy's letter to you, then it could take him days. He was probably getting side-tracked as you thought.

A creaky sound was heard and then the door opened slowly, you looked up and saw your brown-haired friend smiling at you from the door. "Vee~ Did you'a like the pasta?" he asked quietly.

You smiled and nodded, lying back in bed. He gave you the water and joined you, sitting on the edge. You listened to him babble on about how he wanted to make sure you were ok and other, irrelevant things. It surprised you that he hadn't given you a bigger headache with his constant talking.

Eventually, you were lulled to sleep by your best friends voice. As he left the room, he leant down and kissed you quickly on the lips. Blushing furiously he left the room with a 'goodnight' and flew down the stairs to bury his embarrassed face in the pillows. You just rolled over, a content smile plastered on your peaceful face.