"F-Feli, why's it so hot in here?" Alfred groaned.

"Don't they make you sick?" Feliciano asked him.

"What? Air conditioners? No." Alfred answered the Italian.

"Can't they though? From the cold drafts?" Feliciano pouted at the other though he seemed steady in his insistence that air conditioners were not to be a major occurence within Italy.

"Dude, I have them, and I'm not sick." Alfred exclaimed with a pout of his own.

"Are you sure?" Feliciano began to fret over his company as well as began to cook rice in case Alfred needed it to clear out his system from a potential cold that could be developing in his body at this very moment.

"Feliciano, I'm fine, I'm fine." Alfred gasped and exclaimed towards his friend after he saw the Italian begin to cook a dinner to help 'cure' him from a supposed cold caused by the air conditioning at Alfred's place.

"B-but you may still be sick." Feliciano pouted in his worry over his American friend.

Alfred sighed and restated his earlier statement, "I'm not sick."

"Are you sure?" Feliciano asked as he further expressed his growing concern over his friend's wellbeing with another almost larger pout.

"Yep." Alfred grinned.

They still ended up having Italian rice for dinner; it was delicious, so Alfred didn't mind too much in the end.