A/N-Hey there, this is my first story in a long time so please forgive me if it's awful. But the first chapter was my friends work, we started out together but she just gave the story to me. She is also my editor and a great writer so look her stories up, username is xheartless-huggerx. Right, I do NOT own Hetallia or any of the characters; I just created the plot with my friend. To be honest this all started from an IM, that broke into a story.

WARNING! ~ CONTAINS YAIO (boyxboy) IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ AND COMPLAIN TO ME PLEASE.

ALSO CONTAINS CHINAxENGLAND PAIRING SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT DON'T READ!

It had been a particularly uneventful day in the home the United Kingdom. The G8 meeting had been canceled due to the weather conditions in most of the countries.

"The weather is pretty harsh out here, and in most of the other countries too, so I've decided that the meeting's canceled! Bye!" America said over the phone to England. It had left the blonde country in a particularly bad mood for the rest of the afternoon. Not to mention that a certain four thousand country liked to show up to places ages before they needed to be there, rain or shine; or hail, or snow, or hurricane…

"So now what, aru~?" China questioned boredly.

England returned the phone to its place, with a scowl on his face, and he turned to shrug at the brown haired elder country.

"Looks like I'm stuck with you, aru." China declared. He stood up ignoring the younger blonde country who was glancing at the air, and walked into the kitchen. England didn't bother asking what he was doing, nor did the green eyed country really care. He flopped down into a beige leather chair and began rubbing his temples.

England honestly hadn't really planed on being stuck for God-knows-how long with the dirt old country, but, heat tickled his face; he had always been fond of the slender, creamy-skinned, wise man.

England's eyes widened and he began to shake his head back and forth. No, he couldn't allow himself to think, to feel, this way. Especially since he had a hunch that the older country had absolutely no feelings for him. I'll have to keep calm, he thought taking a deep breath.

China softly hummed an ancient tune to himself as he boiled some water to make tea. He was stuck with England for a whole day. A smile slipped silently onto the aged country's face. He continued to hum as he added some herbs from his home into the brew. As it boiled, he let his mind wander to England. His soft messy blonde hair, his shiny emerald eyes, his warm, creamy, smooth skin. The brown haired country sighed, coming back to reality. He was a precious gem, England, China thought to himself.

After pouring his tea into a cup, China walked out of the kitchen to find England sitting in a chair staring off into the distance bitterly. The elder country smiled and at down in a chair across from him. China took a sip of the soothing herbal tea, when England blurted, "That's my tea!"

The older country looked at him confused, but, before China could tell him that it isn't his tea, England was in front of China in a flash. England snatched the tea cup and took a hearty sip of it. Looking confusedly at the tea, he said "This isn't mine…"

"Of course not, it's a special herbal tea. I picked the leaves yesterday!" China said with a sigh. Of course he'd blow this out of proportion and act childish about it, but that's why China loved him.

England's face turned a bright red. China gave him a worried glance.

"I'm allergic"

"You're what?" China inquired.

"I'm aller-." England was cut off by a sudden round of deep, painful, coughs. The blonde country wrapped his arms around his chest as he quaked.

"H-hold on!" China blurted as he ran to the kitchen and dug around in his bag to find some herbs.

England fell to his knees as the coughing became more intense. He could barely get in enough oxygen to keep himself up. He slumped forward; unconsciousness setting in. His sight became blurred, when china ran back into the room with the right herbs boiled, their acrid sent filling the room.

England was out by this time, although he was still coughing up a storm. China knelt down next to him, placing the herbs next to his face.

"C'mon England." He begged helplessly, biting his lower lip.

He waited a few seconds, while the hoarse coughing slowly surceased. England blinked his watery eyes open.

"How did-ow-, my throat." The small country said hoarsely, rubbing his throat.

"Herbs, are you alright?" The brown haired country asked as he placed the back of his hand to the younger country's fore head

England nodded his head, as blush sprinkled his face.

"Thank you" the messy haired man whispered. China smiled at him.

"Now, you need to get some rest." China said, helping the younger country to his shaky unstable feet. China clicked his tongue disapprovingly. He picked England up on his back and headed up the stairs to England's room.

England's face was a bright red as he continued to mutter "I'm sorry" and "Thank you."

When in his room, China let him down gently onto his bed. Lying down fully, England was still thanking him, when China leaned over him.

"You're welcome." He whispered. China leant down and gave England a soft kiss on his lips. England's eyes fluttered shut as he silently kissed brown haired country back. When china broke the kiss, he whispered "Good night Arthur, I'll be here in the morning."

As China began to turn around, England reached out and tugged on the old country's sleeve. China turned around.

"Could you, stay with me, just in case I start coughing again?" England said quickly. China smiled and sighed lightly before lying down next to the green eyed man. England blushed lightly before closing his eyes and dosing off. China smiled as he watch the small country's chest rise and lower in an even beat. The brown haired country smiled and enter twined his fingers with his love.

"Good night, ài*."

*love in Chinese

A/N- Please comment, rate, or whatever my friend edited this chapter and is helping me write the rest, please read the next chapters to come. I am probally going to start using -ahen (opium) in chapter 4 if i can, instead of -aru all the time.