TWOSHOT

Arthur watched as little Alfred played around on the playground with Matthew. Francis called his brother over and told him they had to leave. Arthur saw them both on their way. He looked over at Alfred who now sat on a swing and looked downward. Arthur cocked his eyebrows in confusion and walked over to Alfred.

"Hey America," he asked. "Are you alright?"

Alfred didn't answer.

"America," Arthur bent down next to his little brother. "I asked you a question?"

"I," Alfred replied. "I don't feel good England."

"What hurts?" Arthur asked and ruffled the boy's hair.

"My tummy," Alfred clutched his stomach. "And my throat a little."

Arthur sighed and picked up Alfred off of the swing.

"I'm taking you home." Arthur rubbed the boy's back and walked them both out of the park.

Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia

Arthur threw the door open at his house and sat Alfred down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket from the adjacent chair and set it over the child. He ruffled his hair again and felt his forehead.

"You do feel quite warm," Arthur sighed. "Do you think you're going to be sick?"

"I don't know…" Alfred clutched his stomach.

"I'll be right back." Arthur smiled.

Arthur came back moments later with a bowl and some crackers.

"If you're going to be sick just tell me," Arthur said to him. "In the meantime eat a few of these; they might help calm your stomach."

Alfred clutched his stomach again and this time he did puke…all over the front of Arthur.

Arthur jumped back a little shocked and looked over a crying Alfred.

"I'm," Alfred cried. "I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you but it all happened so fast…"

Arthur stood up and walked into his bedroom, taking off his soiled shirt and placing it into the laundry basket. He pulled a British Flag skin tight t-shirt onto his body and walked back to his living room to where Alfred sat.

Arthur smiled at the cowering child.

"I'm sorry England…" Alfred lay back down as Arthur sat down next to him.

"Sssh its ok love," Arthur rubbed Alfred's back in circles and pulled the blanket up over him. "No one can help it when they get sick, I remember many a time when I puked down the front of Scotland, and did he ever get mad…no."

Alfred smiled and it was ruined by a cough.

Arthur felt his forehead again.

"You feel warmer than before," Arthur sighed. "Time for some medicine."

"No…" Alfred protested, but Arthur was already off.

Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia

Arthur came back yet again with a washcloth, he wet it in the kitchen sink with cold water and placed it onto Alfred's burning forehead.

"There," Arthur poured some medicine into a spoon. "That should do it, now take this child."

"Blergh," Alfred gagged. "Do I have to?"

"If you want to get better than yes." Arthur smiled and plunged the spoon into Alfred's mouth.

Alfred gagged once but then groaned as his tired achy body gave up the fight.

Arthur checked the time. It was about nine pm. That meant they had played at the park longer than he had planned. Arthur picked up Alfred in one large scoop and laid him on his shoulder. Alfred leaned his head close to Arthur's neck and hair, what a comforting feeling that was.

Arthur carried Alfred all the way to Alfred's room where he set him down in his bed.

Alfred whimpered once and then turned to his side. Arthur rubbed his back again and then stood to leave.

"You need anything?" Arthur asked.

"Something to drink…" Alfred whimpered.

Arthur left and returned moments later with a half full glass of milk. Alfred happily drank most of it and then handed the glass to Arthur.

"If you need anything at all in the night," Arthur dimmed the lights. "You don't hesitate to wake me, got it?"

"Yes…" Alfred smiled weakly.

Arthur shut the door so it cracked ever so slightly so Alfred could still see the doorway.

Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia – Hetalia

Arthur whimpered in his sleep. He was sweating and having a nightmare.

He could feel the heat and aches rushing through his body. His throat was becoming rather scratchy as well and his stomach lurched.

He awoke to a feeling of discomfort only the beginnings of a fever could bring…

He had caught whatever Alfred had.

"It's because he vomited on me…" Arthur said to himself as he felt his own forehead which was burning up.

Arthur's door creaked open ever so slightly and he watched as Alfred plodded over to the side of his bed and tugged at the blankets a little.

"Yes America," Arthur smiled as best he could. "What do you need?"

"I couldn't sleep because my tummy hurt," Alfred said. "So I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight."

"That's fine love," Arthur pulled the blankets back. "I seem to have caught whatever you have as well…"

Alfred climbed in next to Arthur who was now sitting up.

"England," Alfred asked. "Are you sick too, are you gonna be sick?"

"My stomach's a little queasy," Arthur admitted. "But…I'll be fine, yes America I'm sick too."

Arthur groaned once unintentionally.

Alfred then reached out his little hand and placed it on Arthur's forehead.

"America," Arthur asked. "What are you doing?"

"Doing what you did for me," Alfred said matter of factly. "You put your hand on my forehead and told me I had something called a fever…I was doing the same for you."

Arthur smiled at Alfred's logic.

"Well yes love," he replied. "I do have a fever…it happens when one gets sick."

"Do you need medicine like me," Alfred asked. "To fight off those nasty germs!"

"I'll be ok for tonight," Arthur smiled. "I have you…"

Arthur pressed his nose to Alfred's and Eskimo kissed him.

"And you're the best medicine there is." Arthur smiled.

Alfred and Arthur both giggled slightly which for both of them turned into a coughing fit.

"I think we'd best go to bed," Arthur lay down and Alfred pressed up against him. "We need every ounce of strength tomorrow."

"Yeah…" Alfred snuggled his head into Arthur's hair.

"Goodnight America." Arthur kissed Alfred's cheek.

"Goodnight England," America kissed his cheek too. "I hope you get better."

"I will," Arthur almost closed his eyes. "Now you need to go to sleep."

Alfred didn't reply. He was fast asleep. Arthur smiled once and pressed his fever induced forehead against Alfred's and then silently fell asleep.

GAWD SO MUCH FLUFF! O.O

I THINK IM GUNNA DIE OF FLUFF OVERLOAD ONE OF THESE DAYS! ;_;