Authors note: This story will be updated anywhere from daily to weekly. No longer, if it does take longer I'll post a not in advance. There will be smut in many future chapters. You've been warned. Not really considered yaoi now. Enjoy! Comment and follow!
She's The Man.
It was easier to Arthur, more comfortable, more pleasurable, more possibilities. Alfred seemed to enjoy it as well. The British nation lay on the couch flipping through channels of assorted stupidity. He coughed to himself, a sickening feeling flowing over him.
He knotted Alfred's tie tightly smiling up at him and receiving a kiss. He bent down and tied his own shoes as the taller nation followed the notion.
"You know Arthur, they're going to find out eventually. It's not really embarrassing."
"It's not so much that it's embarrassing I just don't want to hear about it, you know?"
With a groan Alfred replied. "Don't worry about it; you're getting stressed out I can tell." He pulled the smaller closer. "Besides, even if they were to find out, who cares what any of them have to say? Not me, you shouldn't either."
"I suppose you're right...It's just I take so much from all them anyways. I haven't been feeling well to begin with lately." He grabbed at his stomach. "Maybe I caught something."
Alfred put his hand over his partners. "Nauseous? Seriously? We didn't even go out this weekend how could you have caught something?"
In a state of serious confusion, Arthur added. "We didn't did we? Hmph, how strange. I'm sure I feel sick though. What? Do you not believe me or something?"
"No, that's not what I said. I - I so didn't say that babe." He babbled, trying to stay out of trouble.
An annoyed little Brit flung open the front door, stomped all the way from the stoop to the car, flinging that door closed in a rhythm. Alfred followed locking the door with a sigh, it's not that he didn't believe the smaller nation it's just that there was no reason for him to be sick. The American nation just assumed he was trying to get out of this meeting by faking something of this sort. He knew Arthur hadn't wanted to go ever since the very significant change the two had made recently. He shut the car door behind him, buckling himself in, and drove with the other in silence.
Getting out of the car, Alfred looked into dark emerald eyes, telling him his lover was sad at this point. "Don't cry." He spoke quietly hugging the other.
Arthur pushed at him lightly telling him to stop before someone saw and assuring him he wasn't about to cry, although he clearly was.
Walking into the meeting Alfred held the door with one hand while keeping the other on Arthur's back. He was starting to look pail now. "Are you gonna-"
"No, no I'm not. Please stop." He quickly found his way to his seat. Alfred looked at Arthur worriedly, Arthur's eyes were struggling to stay open as sounds of other nations voices filled the air. He was rocking back and forth, his eyes closed, sweat dripping down his forehead. Suddenly he leaned down, and before you knew it there was no talking as Americas hands grabbed the shaking nations shoulders as he released his sickness onto the meeting room floor. When he seemed to be finished, Alfred pulled him up and saw tears streaming down the smaller nations face. Arthur did his best to stand up and leave the room as quickly as possible while everyone stared like hawks.
"He didn't feel well on the way here." Alfred spoke as if everyone had to know. "I didn't believe him, it's my fault." He added, putting all negative attention onto himself.
He took off down the hall opening bathroom doors looking for the smaller. He wasn't in any of the men's room. Just before Alfred was stumped and about to head to the car, he remembered. He found his way to the only ladies room in the building. He quietly opened the door looking around with blush filled cheeks.
"Arthur." He whispered in a panicked tone. "Arthur...Arthur." A quick gasp of air and a shudder from of the stalls drew America closer. He pushed open the door to a weeping little nation on the floor; he bent down and shut the stall door behind them. He hugged England from behind and whispered in his ear. "Sh, sh. It's okay, don't cry."
Arthur hiccuped and grabbed at his stomach. He scrunched his face and let out a cry. "I - I'm scared." He grabbed at America. "I'm in pain and I don't know why."
Alfred reassured him. "Because...because you're sick. Sh, it's only because you're sick, you threw up, remember?" He hugged him. "Throwing up hurts, you know that, that's why you're in pain."
The smaller remained quiet. Obviously not wanting the conversation to continue. He leaned against America and allowed himself to be held. They sat there for a while before America spoke although there was no reply from the other. Alfred looked down to see Arthur had fallen asleep and smiled weakly. He picked up the small nation bridal style and tumbled out of the bathroom, meeting a crowd of nations outside the bathroom in a state of confusion. America smiled quickly and excused them. "I'm leaving guys. He's done, we'll reschedule! Catch you guys later!" America had forgot he had just walked out of a ladies room; the nations looked around at each other for answers.
"What the hell." Germany spoke into himself.
"Hey Germany why were they in the girls room?" A confused italy added.
"Who the hell cares why are you always asking such pointless questions." South italy spoke down on his brother.
"I deffinetly want to know what's going on there." France smirked at the others as if they were all as twisted as he. "Fine, no? I will see myself then." He taunted at the confuse crowd.
There was scattered talking and a roar of chatter after that exit but sooner or later only a few nations remained interested. France remaining number one.
England opened his eyes to the room around him and the many blankets he was cover in. He began to sit up and brush them off but suddenly felt cold. "Alfred." He yawned looking next to him at the sleeping nation's bare back. The taller rolled over, dog tags clanging together on his bare chest.
"Yeah?" He yawned in sync with his lover.
"What happened at the meeting. I know I threw up but what happened after." England asked, confused and a bit worried.
America how they got home and England complained in his sleep about being hot and making America strip him down, then he cried and cried about being freezing. This explaining why he was imbedded in blankets.
"Did anyone see us?" Arthur asked somewhat shaking.
"Just on the way out of the bathroom. I just explained that I shouldn't have let you out of the house when I knew you were actually sick and-"
"They saw us leaving the bathroom? The fucking women's bathroom?" Tears filled up in his eyes. His brows furrowed in an angry glare.
"Oh- oh- uhm. I don't think they noticed I mean maybe but- but they didn't say." America stopped himself and looked at England. "Hey, don't cry-"
"How do you expect me not to cry? They all know something's up now. Now they're gonna bloody find the fuck out." He cried. "Damnit. God fucking damnit."
"Why was he crying so much?" America was so confused this recently was becoming so normal. Usually before Arthur cries he put up a fight, or he just cried when something hurt, or during sex... Now it was just happening because he felt like crying. "Don't cry I'll fix it. I'll find out what they saw and I'll make up a story. It'll be fine."
The small Brit cupped his face and wiped away his tears. "You'd better... before someone finds out."
"No one will find out. Don't worry about it doll." Alfred kissed him intensely and they fell down onto the bed, kissing each other intimately.