RomanoxReader: Not Healthy!

        “Bella!” I didn’t get the chance to turn around as Feliciano glomped me from behind. He jumped on my back and I stumbled forward from the impact. “Bella! Will-a you go the World-a Meeting with me and fratello next-a week?” he asked excitedly.
        “Get off-a her Feli!” Romano yelled at his younger brother. Feliciano hopped off and I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I’d been staying with the two Italians for the past few weeks because my landlord kicked me out of my apartment. I knew he hated me, but anyway, I never knew what Lovino put up with all day long until I lived with them twenty four seven.
        “Thanks Lovi,” I said, smiling at my boyfriend. He blushed pink and nodded. Feliciano tapped my shoulder and I turned to look at him.
        “Will you ragazza? I-a really want for-a you to meet Ludwig and-a big brother France!” he said excitedly, bouncing up and down energetically on the balls of his feet.
        “That French bastardo isn’t getting anywhere near-a _______!!” Lovino cried, wrapping an arm protectively around my shoulders. I giggled softly, kissing his cheek and effectively shutting him up.
        “Are you sure I’m allowed to go?” I asked, looking between Feliciano and his brother. The older nodded and glanced at his brother.
        “It’s-a perfectly alright. Would you-a like to go?” he asked. I nodded my head, smiling at the two.
        “I’d love to!” I replied happily. “When is it?” I asked. Feliciano yelled happily and hugged me again.
        “Ve~ It’s-a next Thursday!” he said, pulling back as his brother threatened to hit him. Hm, next Thursday. I think I can lose enough weight by then. I bobbed my head and grinned.
        “Sounds good to me!” Feliciano did a little victory dance and ran off to make pasta. Lovino rolled his eyes and then looked at me.
        “You don’t-a have to go if you don’t-a want to,” he said. I grinned and leaned up to kiss him.
        “It’s okay. I think it’ll be a lot of fun! I think I’ll have to lose a little weight before I go though,” I replied, winking at him. It faltered, however, as my stomach growled slightly. Romano’s eyebrows scrunched together as he looked at me.
        “Bella, you don’t-a need to lose any-a weight. You are perfect the way-a you are. I love-a you no matter what,” he said firmly. I chuckled despite the unease and hunger in my stomach.
        “Yea, yea. I hear you. Anyways, I’m gonna get a shower alright?” I told him, pulling back out of his hold.
        “Fratello!! I need-a your help!” Italy called desperately from the kitchen. I giggled softly and pushed Lovino towards his brother.
        “Besides, I think your brother needs your help. Go on, I’ll get a shower while you two cook.” I kissed him quickly and flicked the Italian’s curl. He inhaled sharply and I took off down the hall. “Love you!!”
        “Idiota ragazza!” Lovino yelled after me. I giggled as I slid into the bathroom and locked the door. I shook my head and chuckled as I ran water for my shower. I slipped out of my clothes and under the hot water. I sighed as I relaxed my muscles and let the water soak me.
        I washed my hair, rubbing shampoo and conditioner into my scalp. I rinsed the soapy locks and then cleaned my body. I turned off the water and stood there for a moment before stepping out. I grabbed a towel and dried my hair then patted the rest of me dry. I walked over to the mirror the Vargas brother kept above the sink.
        “Geez you’re fat,” I mumbled, staring at my reflection. I grabbed the skin of my stomach and sighed. I wasn’t really fat, I was too skinny, hence the growling. I knew Lovino had a bit of an anger problem, but underneath all that he was really sweet and somewhat insecure. He was really good looking to boot and I just want to look like someone the Italian would want to take out somewhere. I wanted to look good and be pretty.
        “Bella, the pasta’s-a done,” I heard Lovino call. I gulped and walked to the door.
        “I’m not that hungry Romano. I’m just really tired. I might get some later, okay?” I said shakily.
        “May I come in ragazza?” he asked. I sighed and grabbed my robe off the back of the door. I tugged it on, making sure my arms and legs were covered well enough. I opened the door and saw Romano with his arms crossed.
        “Yes Lovi?” I asked nervously. He’d noticed my small behavioral changes and I think he was growing worried. His hazel eyes looked me up and down, scrutinizing me, before the stopped at my face.
        “You’re pale bella,” he replied a lot softer than usual. He reached out and cupped my cheek. I smiled and rested my hand above his dark one.
        “It’s alright. I’m just not feeling the best,” I said, praying he believe the lie. He looked as if he were thinking it over before nodding hesitantly.
        “Alright amor. Do you want to just-a sleep then?” he asked, pulling my out of the bathroom towards our bedroom. I nodded and yawned. I was actually very tired, but it wasn’t from a simple sickness. It was definitely from lack of energy and nutrition. Lovino helped me to bed and brushed a strand of wet hair away from my face.
        “Lovi?” I asked, watching him curiously.
        “Bella, are-a you taking care of-a yourself?” the Italian asked. My eyes widened slightly and my heart hurt.
        “I’m alright Lovi. I think it may just be a bug or something,” I said. He shook his head, pressing his fingers to his eyelids. He knew something was wrong, be he wasn’t pressing it just yet.
        “Bella. If-a something’s wrong, you can-s always tell me,” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing my cheek. I nodded and yawned again.
        “I know. I’m just really tired though,” I replied. He sighed and stood up.
        “Alright. If you need-a something, come get-a me or my half-wit of a fratello,” he said and walked out of the room. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I let a few tears escape, wishing I wasn’t having to keep this from Lovino. The only reason I kept it from him was because I knew he wouldn’t like my… methods, I guess you would call them. It would all be worth it in the end though, right? I curled up under the blankets as I fell asleep, thinking about everything I could to lose weight before the World Meeting.

~A week later~

        “Whoa,” I mumbled as I walked with Feliciano and Lovino down a large, slightly curved hallway. “All these people are personifications?” I asked, holding onto Lovino’s arm partly for balance and partly because there were so many people. He nodded and pointed a few different countries out to me.
        “There’s-a Ludwig!” Feliciano cried as we walked into a large room in which I assumed the meeting was held. He ran towards a tall, stern looking blonde and glomped him. He turned around and I could bright, clear, ice blue eyes that melted as he pried Italy off him and hugged him quickly.
        “Hallo Feliciano,” the German replied, patting the man on the head. Feli jumped up and down and pointed back to where Lovino and I stood. I was still hanging onto Romano.
        “I want-a you to meet someone!” he said excitedly. Ludwig looked back at me and quirked an eyebrow. I gave a shaky smile and prayed he didn’t see how little I was. I was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt to hide my arms. I knew that probably set off alarms seeing as it was over eighty degrees, but I had to do something. I was scared of getting caught now. I wanted to be pretty, but wanted no one to see what I was doing. He walked over to us with Feliciano clinging to him.
        “Romano,” the blonde greeted Lovino with a nod of his head. My boyfriend sneered slightly.
        “Potato bastard,” he replied. Ludwig rolled his eyes and looked back at me.
        “Hallo,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Ludvig Beilschmidt.” I grinned and shook his hand. I was painfully aware of how much larger his hand was than mine. He seemed to notice as well.
        “It’s nice to meet you,” I said. He smiled and told us the meeting was about to start. Lovino led me around and sat me down at the large, oval table. I was speechless as I looked around the room.
        There were two blondes yelling and trying to throttle each other. Another, darker, blonde with a cowlick stood proclaiming he was the hero. A man stood with frightening violet eyes as he watched everything with a childlike grin on his face. There were so many people and it was crazy having to take it all in. There were many others, standing or sitting and it was so hard to believe that all these people took care of world affairs. I leaned over Romano, who was shooing away a green eyed man with chocolate brown hair, and tapped his shoulder.
        “Is it always like this?” I asked, watching all the chaos unfold. He nodded and held up his hand. Three. Two. One.
        “Alvight!” I jumped slightly as did most of the other countries. I looked up and saw Ludwig standing and glaring at the nations. “Ve have a guest und you are all acting like children!” he shouted. He seemed to be the only parental like figure among them. I blushed as all the eyes in the room moved from the German to me. I brought a hand up and gave a small wave.
        “Dude! She’s cute!” the blonde with the cowlick said. I blushed even more and laughed as he was smacked in the back of the head by one of the other blondes. He had bright green eyes.
        “Hello love, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said. He was definitely England. A few more went around introducing themselves before Germany cut them off again. We could get to know each other later and that we had a meeting to get to.
        I sighed in relief as the spotlight was taken off me. My stomach growled as the meeting started and I could see Lovino looking at me out of the corner of his eye. It was ten to fifteen minutes in when I became woozy. The heat and grumbling in my stomach was getting to me. I touched my forehead and carefully pushed away from the large table.
        “I’m going to get some air,” I whispered to Romano. He looked at me worriedly, but I shook my head. “I’ll be back in a moment.” I stood up and walked towards the door leading out. I sensed a few people looking but shook it off. I could see spots as I walked. I tried to fight the darkness, but when I was a little more than halfway to the door, I crumpled and fell unconscious.

        “Bella!!” Romano yelled and leapt out of his chair. He ran over to _______. He’d watched her stagger towards the door and then fall. She lay in a heap on the floor. Her breathing was coming in short, rapid pants. He ignored all of the racket behind him as he pulled her into his lap. He could feel just how light she was as she lay in his arms.
        “Si prega di bella! Risvegliare! Per favore!” (Please bella! Wake up! Please!) he cried.
        “Fratello,” Feliciano said, coming up behind his brother. Lovino looked up and saw many of the nations now surrounding him and _______.
        “Let me through! Damn wankers!” Arthur shouted. He pushed through the crowd only to be grabbed by Ludwig. He went to turn on him, but the German simply bent down and murmured something in the Brit’s ear. His emerald eyes went wide and he made a double effort to get through. He pushed through and knelt next to _______ and Romano.
        “We need to get her out of here. Carry her and we’ll walk out, alright?” Arthur said. He’d seen the girl collapse and knew she needed immediate help. The Italian narrowed his eyes distrustfully for a moment before nodding. “Come on then.” He stood back up, Lovino following him with _______ in his arms. “Move!” Arthur yelled. They made a path for the Englishman and Italian, letting them out. The hurried out behind the building and sat underneath a large oak.
        “She needs to get out of that shirt. It’s much too hot for her to be wearing it,” Arthur said. “Is she wearing a tank top? Anything underneath?” Lovino quickly lifted the shirt and nodded, still in too much shock to speak. He’d suspected something was wrong, but never expected it to be this bad.
        “I’ll hold her up and you slip the shirt off, alright Romano?” Arthur said, pulling _______ into his arms. As he held her up, he could feel the thinness of her body. Ludwig was right. Romano slipped the heavy shirt off and gasped.
        “W-what the hell’s-a wrong with her?” he asked, taking in her malnourished form. She wore a tank top that practically hung off her. She was pale and her bones were showing through her skin. Arthur sighed and laid his hand against her forehead.
        “She’s very much malnourished,” the Brit said. “She hadn’t been eating and this heat in only making it worse.” Arthur looked between _______ and Lovino. “She’s been starving herself by the looks of it.”
        “B-but… why?” Romano asked. Arthur looked up and saw tears falling from Romano’s eyes. He was shocked. He knew the Italian never shed tears and for him to cry for this girl… she must mean a lot to him.
        “It could be any number of things. She needs to get some nutrients in her though. I suggest you take her home and get some food in her.” The Italian looked at Arthur and nodded.
        “Grazie,” he said, taking _______ back and standing up. Arthur followed and laid a hand on his shoulder.
        “She should also be put somewhere cool when you get home. She’ll be alright as long as we can start helping her now,” he said, following Lovino to his car.
        “Thank you. If anything happens I’ll-a call,” he replied. Arthur nodded and headed back inside. Lovino laid _______ in the back seat and jumped in the driver’s seat, praying she would wake up.

        I groaned as I turned over. My whole body hurt and my stomach was killing me. It growled loudly as I smelled something wonderful. I opened my eyes and saw I was on the sofa in Lovino and Feliciano’s house. How did I get here?
        “Ragazza.” I looked around and saw Lovino standing in the doorway to the kitchen with his arms crossed. Uh oh.
        “H-hey Lovi,” I said, leaning up on my elbows. It was really cold in the room and I realized I was only in my tank top. “H-how-?”
        “You passed out,” he cut me off. I winced slightly, sitting up fully. “The-a English bastard had to-a help me.” I looked at him and I knew that he and Arthur had figured it out. “Why would-a you do something as-a stupido as that,” He said. I blinked back tears, trying not to take my eyes off him.
        “I-I… I j-just wanted to be p-pretty,” I mumbled, bowing my head and wiping my eyes. I heard him sighed and walk towards me.
        “Bella, why do you-a think you’d have to do something like-a this to be pretty? Tu sei bellissima come sei. Lo non voglio che tu pensi che devi fare questo per essere abbastanza quando si ѐ già così bella.” (You are gorgeous the way you are. I don't want you to think you have to do this to be pretty when you are already so beautiful.) I sniffed slightly and cried as he pulled me close. I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but I made a pretty good guess.
        “L-Lovi,” I said, refusing to pull away from him and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Si ragazza?” I wiped my eyes and looked up at him. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, “I really am.” He gave me a soft, rare smile and kissed me.
        “Please don’t do it again bella,” he whispered, cupping my cheek. I nodded tiredly and, rubbing my nose against him. “Buono. Now come on!” He pulled me to my feet and dragged me into the kitchen. The smell of spaghetti was overpowering and my mouth started watering. “Hungry bella?” I nodded, completely ignoring the teasing in his voice.
        “Mhm,” I hummed, stumbling forward. He caught me and sat me down at the table. He placed a plate of pasta in front of me and I dug in. He chuckled as he sat down and rubbed my back. The contact felt good and I sighed. Lovino’s food was always soooo good. All different tastes exploding in my mouth felt amazing. “Thank you Lovi,” I said through a mouthful of pasta. He laughed and kissed my cheek.
        “Prego bella (You’re welcome dear),”

***Extended Ending***

        “You bloody git!” Arthur yelled, trying to lunge across the large table at Francis. Alfred pulled him back and set him I his lap, causing the Brit to blush crimson. I laughed in my seat, tears rolling down my face. This was my second meeting as it was so much better than the first.
        It was a few months after I’d passed out and I was healthy again. I was in shape and had meat on my bones again. Lovino and Feliciano had helped my through it, making a different kind of pasta every single night. Once they saw I was healthy again, Feliciano wanted me to come to another meeting.
        “Zey are all idiots,” Ludwig muttered from my right as he rubbed his temple. I chuckled and looked at his brother who was laughing too.
        “Kesese. Zey alvays are. You know zis by now Vest,” Gilbert said, leaning back in his chair and winking at man across the table that looked just like Alfred except with longer hair and single curl. I looked to my left and saw Lovino sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, looking sullen. I smiled, leaning towards him. I put my lips close to his ear and whispered something softly. I felt his face heat up and his eyes go wide. I held back a giggle and pushed away from the table.
        “I’ll be back in minute,” I murmured and kissed his cheek. I stood up and walked out of the room, walking a little ways down the hall. I didn’t have to wait thirty seconds before I heard the meeting door open and close. I turned to find myself face to face with Lovino. His lips were crushing mine before I could blink. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. I shivered as he slipped his hands under my shirt and up my back.
        “Hello to you too,” I gasped softly as he pulled away to nip at my jaw and throat. He growled softly and fiddled with the clasp of my bra. I looked around and saw an open door to an empty office. “Come on,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the room.
        “You are-a such a tease,” he said following me in and then pushing me against the wall. He captured my lips and I moaned.
        “I blame you,” I mumbled against his mouth. He pulled back to look at me with his hazel eyes.
        “How-a so?” he inquired, still running his hands agitatedly up and down sides. I laughed and kissed him.
        “’Cause I can.” He laughed and went back to marking my neck. I giggled at the stupidity of my words. I was too happy to care.