Munch….munch…munch - Alfred had almost an entire burger in his mouth, feet up on the table, relaxing. A few strands of his golden colored hair had fallen into his closed eyes, and as he finished off his burger, his hand found the next one. Arthur Kirkland stared at him, shocked that he could eat…in his sleep.
Arthur couldn't blame the boy for being tired, though, for he had been fighting off sickness for quite a while now, but sleep eating? Alfred's eyes jerked open and he looked at Arthur. Finishing his food, he gave him a smile. "H-h-h-hello, UK." He said, yawning and then rubbing one of his eyes. His eyes then drooped and Arthur felt his heart beat pick up in his chest.
"Uh…morning, America." Arthur sighed a bit and stood. "How can you sleep eat?" At any other time it would have been turned into an insult by the older of the two men, but right now, he just honestly wanted to know how the younger country could do it.
America blinked, tilting his head to the side as if he had no idea what UK was talking about. "Oh! I guess it's a hero talent." He said, smiling and then laughing a bit when UK rolled his eyes. The boy's obsession with superheroes even became apart of his excuses. How annoying.
"Aren't you sick?" So serious, America decided. He nodded, though, and UK sighed. "Usually superheroes have weaker power when they're sick." America's eyes widened and he started to panic a bit. When Arthur held up a hand, Alfred almost instantly calmed, not having the chance to say anything. "You just need to sleep it off. Come on, I'll help you home."
Once they were home and America had changed into his pajamas - which consisted of Superman pajama pants - UK helped him into bed and pulled the covers up, making it a snug cocoon for him. "You know, UK, as much as we fight…" America yawned. "You're a good guy."
"You're just saying that because you're sick." Arthur couldn't help the smile that had curled up along his face at America's compliment.
America shook his head. "No, I mean it." Sitting up he revealed his bare chest once again, which UK had tried so hard to hide. He kissed him on the cheek, then curled back up again. "Good night, Arthur."
Blushing, he stood and made sure that the nineteen year old fell asleep, and he smiled a bit. "Good night, America."