RomanoxReaderxItaly

Crack.

You looked up from your perch in a giant oak tree to see that Germany had reached the top. He was looking down on you and Japan, who were nearly there. Italy was still struggling near the bottom, occasionally making terrified squeaking noises as his feet slipped from their hold in the bark.

"ITALY!" Germany yelled. "You've got to find a branch to step on and then find your way up!" He looked away in embarrassment for the country he called his ally. "This is training, not playing."

Italy let out an exasperated cry. "B-But... I can't, Germany!" he cried. "I'm sorry!" He hugged the tree trunk and started to try to claw his way up the tree, but failed miserably. He slid back to the ground and sobbed.

"Ugh... I'm coming, Italy," Germany said. He looked around for a way down. "Useless," he said under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

Crack. Germany's branch kept on making slight creaking and snapping noises that were unnerving to you and Japan. You frowned and shook your head. "Japan, can you warn him?" you asked. "I think the branch he's on is going to break."

Japan nodded. "Ah, Germany-san?" he started. "Maybe you should move to another branch soon."

"Yes, I am," Germany said as he observed his options. "I just need to find a way down to Ita-"

Germany was cut off as his branch suddenly snapped in half, causing him to lose his footing and trying to grab onto anything that could possibly prevent his fall. He was a good twenty feet up in the air, and you gasped as you realized how horrible this turn of events could turn out to be.

Germany landed on Italy with a terrible cry of pain. You looked down in horror at the two just in time to see that Germany had rolled off of Italy. Italy was crying in pain, hands on either side of his right leg. It seemed to be broken right below the knee.
Germany was in a lump of cloth, blood seeping through the sleeve of his left arm. He had acquired a few scratches on his way to the ground and one large scrape across his cheek.

Japan immediately started getting out of the tree, nimbly hopping from one branch to another. You followed quickly and rushed to the two countries.

Japan tended to Germany as you helped Italy. The brown haired country looked horrified for a moment before bursting into tears.

"Italy, did he land on your leg?" you asked, still in shock. Of course Germany landed on his leg, or it wouldn't be broken!

Italy nodded and wiped his eyes, but doubled over in a new fit of sobs. "_-_-______! It hurts so much!"

You hugged Italy lightly, trying not to disturb his wounds. "It's okay, Italy, you'll be okay. You'll just have to-"

"Get a-a cast!!" Italy sobbed, holding his head in his hands. "Then I-I won't b-be able to... To walk..."

You were almost on the verge of tears. You had seen Italy cry before, many times. But this was an exception; you'd never seen him in so much pain.

"Italy, you'll be fine. You can get crutches," you reassured him.

"A-and what about... G-Germany?" Italy stuttered through his tears.

"I'm not sure," you said uncertainly. "Japan?"

Japan looked up from Germany, who seemed to be unconscious. "He is okay in terms of getting well again, but his wounds appear to be deep," he said as his studied Germany's wounds. "He was not as fortunate as Italy was in this case; he broke his arm, possibly sprained his wrist, and has many cuts and bruises."

Italy looked terrified. "Germany? He... Uh... I-it's that bad?"

Japan nodded solemnly. "______, please help me lift Germany. If it is possible, we can help Italy walk by supporting him on our shoulders."

"'Kay," you agreed. You and Japan picked up Germany and started walking out of the forest. You had to stop and take breaks, both for Italy and you and Japan. Eventually, you made it back to Germany's house, where you were all staying for a weeklong training camp. Looks like that might be postponed.