AN: I decided to write this on a whim, after looking at a piece of very adorable fan art. I changed it quite a bit, but I hope you enjoy reading this. This is my first Hetalia/fluff fic, so please read and review and tell me what I can do to improve.
Just a note, I'm not sure what war this is. It probably isn't too historically accurate. Sorry about that. I just hope you enjoy it nevertheless. ^^
Arthur sped through the rows of tents, his heart pounding in his chest. The sky above was an ominous gray, creating a somber mood. Around him, soldiers were standing outside of the tents, exhausted for the most part after another long battle.
There had been many losses in the most recent battle, on both sides.
But not him, England thought frantically as he sprinted, please not him.
Finally, he found the medical tent. It was fairly larger than the other tents that housed the soldiers. In front of it stood two soldiers, who saluted Arthur upon seeing him. He barely paid them any attention as he hurried into the tent, gasping at what he saw.
On a small cot lay an unconscious Alfred F. Jones. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat and his incredible sandy hair was a tangled mess after the previous battle. One of his cheeks was smeared with dirt and blood and from beneath the thin blankets that covered him, Arthur could see the top edge of the bandages that were wrapped around his abdomen.
The foolish git, England thought to himself angrily as he pulled up a chair next to Alfred's cot. Looking back at the entrance to the tent, he licked his finger and used it to try to wipe the blood and dirt from the young colony's cheek. Much to his surprise, he stirred slightly at Arthur's touch, his breath quickening and eyelids fluttering slightly.
England let out a sigh of relief as he watched the small colony slowly regain consciousness. Smiling softly, he brushed back Alfred's sandy hair gently as the deep blue eyes began to open.
"Arthur…" Young America mumbled as his blue eyes met the green of the man above him.
"Why did you go out there?" The older man whispered almost angrily. "After I told you not to…"
The young colony closed his eyes and sighed, mumbling something in response.
"Don't scare me like that ever again," England whispered furiously, his eyes never leaving the face of the younger man as he stroked his cheek, more in an attempt to comfort himself.
"Wanted…help…you…" Alfred mumbled, forcing his eyes open again. Arthur frowned and looked away, blinking back tears that were threatening to spill down his cheeks.
"I didn't need it. What if…you could have…" his voice trailed off as he looked at the colony again, meeting his blue eyes. "Do you even realize how very much you mean to me?" He stopped fighting the tears allowing them to fall freely. "Don't you do that again. It…"
"Won't…'slong as…" Alfred mumbled as he was overcome by exhaustion and fell asleep again. How peaceful he looked when asleep, Arthur observed, tears falling freely now that he stopped trying to hold them back.
He stole another glance at the tent entrance as he stood and planted a gentle kiss on Alfred's forehead, smiling softly as the small colony breathed heavily.
AN: Hope you all enjoyed this! It was my first attempt at fluff. Hopefully it turned out well. Please, any and all feedback would be awesome! Thank you!