Chapter One

USUK

This is my first fic. OoC ness warning!

YES, I KNOW. IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ICE CREAM INSTEAD OF BISCUITS, BUT I LITERALLY HAD A DREAM WHERE I SCREAMED 'BISCUITS' AND LANDED ON MY FACE. HENCE THIS. XD

"BISCUITTTTTTTTS!" Arthur flew through the air... and fell. Hard. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital with his leg in a cast, with an IV in his arm. What with his pirating days, he had had his fair share of broken limbs, but this one was pretty bad, he could just tell. He sighed. No use worrying about it now. Hospitals were boring, but he could probably have someone bring a book to him later. He watched TV and begged the nurses for "good food"for a few hours, then fell asleep. He woke up with Alfred pacing in front of the bed, mumbling. "mmm...?" he said sleepily.

" YOU STUPID MORON! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT? YOUR FOOD ISN'T EVEN GOOD!" He was furious, but England could see that his eyes were red. From crying?

"Hey, you git! calm down! I'm fine, really!"

" How are you? You're really OK oh thank God..." Alfred sighed, shaking.

" hey...hey... it's alright..." he said, trying to console the American.

"I thought... I thought...!" Al said, almost in tears now. "I thought you were dead! You stupid dummy!" Alfred cried, collapsing in sobs on the hospital bed. " I... I...!"

"whoa!" the Brit said, upset by the mess he made. "you what? I-I wouldn't die that easily, you git!"

A nurse had brought in some ice cream, ironically enough, the American loved the stuff, but the Brit hated it, and Alfred was just pissed off enough to do this.

He put a scoop of the vanilla ice cream in his mouth and fed the Brit, Arthur protesting the whole time. He hugged a stunned Arthur. (/ yaaay)

"hello, I'm your nurse. This young man ordered some more food for you." said a cheery woman, bursting into the room. The two countries blushed deeper, embarrassed.

"I'll feed him!" the American said, sounding desperate. He winced at the sheer volume and pitch of his voice. The nurse raised her eyebrow at them, then shrugged and gave Al the tray of food. Then she left. They were quiet for a moment, then burst into nervous laughter. The Brit winced, pain finally shooting through his leg. They stopped laughing.

"Are you hungry?" Alfred asked sweetly, holding out a fork. England blushed, his lips still tingling from the kiss. He shook his head. "C'mon, eat it... or I give you the food by mouth." England shook his head again, really not hungry, just sleepy from the medicine they had pumping into his arm. "OK!..."he started feeding England the food, but the tired nation soon fell asleep. He woke up shivering, with Alfred watching him.

England shivered, freezing, and Alfred noticed his low body temperature, but as he climbed into the hospital bed with him, positioning the cold body over his own to keep him warm, the door flew open and Feliciano burst in. He stood there a moment, confused. Then he started yelling.

"GERMANY,GERMANYYYY-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" they both screeched, causing Italy to step hesitantly back into the room.

"He was cold."

"I was cold." Feliciano rolled his eyes.

"suuuuuuuuure... meow! meeee~oww, I'm a kitty!" they sighed in relief, but then Germany rushed in with France and China. They just stared at each other for a bit, then China got out a camera.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" they were frozen with shock.

Click.

They remained frozen for a few seconds, but when Francis patted them on the shoulder and wished them good luck, they moved. Oh, they moved.

"YOU BLOODY FROG! WANKERS!" Arthur screamed every profanity he could at them, and having his punk days, he knew quite a few. Alfred tried to calm the flustered Brit, but it was no use. Arthur kept flailing and screeching as Yao, Francis, and Ludwig left quietly. Finally, a nurse came in and had to give Arthur a sedative, he was so worked up. Luckily, by then Alfred had managed to stumble out of the covers, so he avoided any awkward questions that he had no idea how to answer. He had kissed England. But he wasn't gay... right?

His thinking was interrupted by Arthur mumbling in his sleep, tears running down his face.

"I...Alfr..." The American cradled the Englishman's tear-streaked face, wiping his silent, sleeping tears away.

"shh...shhhh. It's ok, you're ok now!" Alfred whispered softly, and Arthur calmed down at the sound of his voice. Alfred started humming a little lullaby that England had always sung to him when he was sad or scared, trying to lull the Briton out of whatever nightmare he had been having.

After what seemed like forever, Arthur fell back asleep, curled up as best as he could what with his leg. He was cold again, so Alfred curled up next to him, telling himself that temperature was the only reason for his actions.

When Arthur finally woke up, Alfred was curled around him, snoozing peacefully. Since the American was a deep sleeper, Arthur took this opportunity to really study his features. His glasses had slipped off, and his mouth was barely open. His skin was so tan compared to his own, and he was so strong and muscular... Whoa, what was he thinking? He shook his confusing thoughts away but continued staring at the American curiously. He had such large eyes, which, when opened, were such a gorgeous sapphire blue that the Brit knew by heart. AAH! What the hell? He slapped himself, embarrassed. Hospitals were NOT the right places for these thoughts... a-and it wasn't like he...l-liked Alfred... ugh, this was confusing.

This is my first fic, and I am feeling pretty good. Flames will be used for smores. :D Constructive criticism is welcome, and I may take requests! Thank you! T^T