London is burning
"Are you going to eat that?" Alfred asked in an hopeful voice, looking strait at Arthurs hamburger.
"Of course I am!" said Arthur while looking down on his plate, gulping. "Just give me some time."
Alfred grumbled in response and stared sullenly at the table. It was the same thing every time England came for a visit. He hesitantly picked up his burger and started eating while America stared at the burger with something resembling love in those sky-blue eyes. To Arthur's surprise it didn't taste quite as bad as he thought it would, this was also the same every time he was on a visit, but he would never admit it. So when Alfred asked what he thought he simply said:
"You can keep your greasy hamburgers to yourself!" And then he threw the whole thing in the face of the American. He sighted inside, he was hungry, but he couldn't admit that he liked Alfred´s cooking, if so he´s life depended on it.
"Woah!" Alfred exclaimed while catching the flying burger mid-air. "Thanks a lot Iggy!" He started to chew on the burger in a manner that made Arthur turn his head away in disgust. Suddenly he felt a sting of pain from his chest and wrinkled his eyebrows. Was that London?
"Hey Arthur! Hows it going with old Francie?" Alfred asked with his mouth full of half chewed hamburger meat.
The Englishman stiffened, why would Alfred ask about Francis?
"Nothings going on with that frog that concerns me!" Arthur said with a dangerously low voice.
"Oh well, that´s not what he´s saying." Alfred looked at Arthur with eyes full of laughter.
"He is saying what now!" Arthur abruptly rose from the chair, he was not in the mood for the Frenchman´s idiotic ideas right now. He felt a headache coming on.
"Take it easy! He was just saying that..." Alfred trailed of, insecure if Arthur would explode or not.
"America, what is he saying?" Arthur looked dangerously close to reach across the table for the other man. Alfred scuffed back in his chair and swallowed, he decided to put his own safety first, despite him being a hero.
"He said that you two had been... seeing each other lately." Alfred said with a hesitant voice.
"That damn wine-drinking excuse for a man! When I get my hands on him I will... I will...I..." The Englishman stared of into the distant and raised his hand to his chest, a deep frown appearing on his face.
"Arthur?" Alfred said in an insecure voice. Did his anger finally give him a heart attack? When the other man didn't answer the american rose from his chair. The sudden movement caught Arthurs attention.
"I´m fine" He said rapidly. He quickly removed the hand that had crumpled the fabric of his t-shirt above his heart, but the pain in his eyes wasn't completely gone.
"Are you sure? What ha..."
"I said I´m fine!" Arthur cut him off. "I´m borrowing your restroom." The englishman abruptly rose from his chair.
"Well... okay." Alfred looked when the englishman turned for the corridor leading to the bathroom, concern filling his eyes. Something was wrong. He saw the man walk around the corner with stumbling steps, sweat appearing on his forehead.
Why are you so stubborn? America thought irritatingly. He started to eat his burger again. If England wanted his help, he would ask for it. But then again, he would never ask anyone for help.
America sighted and rose from the chair slowly. He could at least check on him. When he neared the bathroom door he could hear muffled moans and something sounding like... barfing?
He knocked on the door.
"England? Are you okay?" No answer. He raised his voice.
"England? Are you in there?" This time there was a sudden silence from inside.
"I'm okay, I will be out in a minute." A weak voice said.
"Arthur please open the door." Alfred furrowed his eyebrows, something was definitely wrong.
"I´m fine, so leave me alone I can take care o..." The voice was abruptly cut of by a sound sounding disturbingly much like someone throwing up. He didn't want to bulge the door in if he didn't have to, it got so messy. He sighed and picked up his mobile, what else choice did he have. He dialed the number and waited dreadfully for the owner to pick up.
"Oui? Francis speaking." Alfred couldn't hold back a shudder, there were to many disgusting memories connected to that voice.
"Hey, France. It´s me, Alfred."
"Oh, mon America!" The frenchman exclaimed with noticeable joy. "How are you?"
"Yeah I´m fine. But I called to ask you something, have you heard something strange about Eng..."
"I was just going to call you." The Frenchman cut him off. "Have you heard about England?"
"That was what I was going to ask you about!" America said angrily. "Is there something going on over there?"
"Going on and going on, the last thing I heard was that London was on fire. Are you with him? Is he okay? I would not be able to take it if mon cher is hurt..."
Alfred had stopped listen to Francis´s rambling. London? This was bad, really bad.
"Francis I need to go, I call you later."
"Non! I have to know! Is..." Alfred snapped the mobile shut. He felt a bit bad treating the other man so rude, but then he remembered it was Francis, he would be okay.
"Arthur I´m coming in!" He listened at the door but the only response was a low grunt.
America took a step back and then threw himself at the door as hard as he could, it was too hard. He landed on the floor in a heap with the remains of the door. Damn.
He scrambled free and lifted his gaze to search for the object of his concern. He saw him sitting at the floor in the corner of the room, eyes squinting at the man that just came bursting in. The Englishman was clearly in great pain and his hand clutching hard at his chest. He was drenched in sweat and had a thin line of blood sipping from the corner of his mouth.
"I told you I was fine, what do you think you are doing here?" He sputtered with clattering teeth.
"Don´t be silly." The american approached the englishman cautiously. "I know what happened, you are not fine."
At his words Arthur heaved himself off of the floor. He reached out for the sink but in his drowsy state he missed and would have fallen too the floor if it wasn't for the American. Alfred caught him with arms around the other mans chest but at the moment he touched the Englishman he flinched away, the other mans chest was burning up! At the touch Arthur let out a cry but stayed upright with considerable effort. He panted heavily while looking at the shocked American.
"I can handle myself." England panted. He started to head for the door. "I have had worse, just leave me alone and I will be..." He was cut off by a violent cough that resulted in blood sputtering from his mouth. Arthur brought his hand up to his mouth and touched his cheek.
"Shit." He mumbled, but he continued to stumble forward.
Alfred looked on, shocked. Should he help him? He was brought back from his deliberation by his mobile. He snapped it open.
"H...hello?"
"Alfred? Mon ami? Do you now how England is doing? They say the fire is spreading rapidly." France sounded really upset.
Alfred glanced over at the Englishman now leaning at the door frame, he could see burn marks spreading up above his collar.
Arthur just looked at him and shock his head. Alfred hesitated.
"He says his fine." He said slowly. His lie was rewarded by a faint smile by the Englishman and a threatening voice from the Frenshman.
"Don´t mess with me mon cher. I wan´t to know." Alfred´s eyes widened, was France threatening him?
"H...He..." Alfred looked at the now glaring englishman. He swallowed. How did it end up like this?
"He says he´s fine. I call you later."
"Don´t you dare..." He snapped the phone shut.
"I hope you have a really good excuse for that, I´m in big trouble now." He shuddered, France was a pain in the ass when you treated him kindly, how he treated a person he was mad at was something Alfred preferred not to think about.
"Thanks." Arthur said weakly, then he turned around and started to stumble out of the room.
America just stood there, staring. England actually thanked him. Now he was really worried.
He heard a thud from the hallway.
"Fuck." He said and hurried out. He saw England on the floor, sprawled out against the wall breathing heavily.
"England!" He ran to the other man, noticing that the burn marks had spread to Arthurs throat. The Englishman coughed slightly and hid breathing was labored. "Hey, England! Answer me!" He received a faint groan in response.
"Hang in there." America tried to pick the other man up in his arms to carry him upstairs where he could put him in bed, but as soon as he touched the other nation he flinched away. When he looked at his hand it was covered in ashes. England had his eyes squinted tight and the sipping of blood from his mouth had become a stream. People were dying.
Alfred cringed out of his bomber jacket and ground his teeth together. He picked the smaller man up with the jacket as a safety layer in between but he could still feel the warmth radiating from the other man as from a fire.
"P...Put...Me...D...Down." England managed to say in between the coughing and chattering of teeth.
America didn't even bother answering but just kept on hurrying for the bedroom upstairs.
When he reached the bed Arthur´s head lolled loosely and when Alfred put him down on the soft beddings he uttered a silent whimper. The American´s eyes was starting to fill with panic as he tried to shake some life into the unconscious Englishman.
"Arthur!" He shook the man´s shoulders. "Hey, wake up!" He drew back his hand and slapped the other man across the face. England let out a small wince and his eyes fluttered open.
"Thank god." America muttered.
"A...Alfred?" Arthur´s eyes flickered across the room, unable too focus.
"Yeah, I´m here." He took England's hand and saw the other man relax a bit before he suddenly began gasping from air and clawing the bed with his free hand. The hand in Alfred´s grip grasped his with incredible force and combined with the increasingly amount of heat radiating from it the American wasn't able to hold back a small cry of pain. But he didn't withdraw it. Arthurs eyes started rolling back in his head and Alfred looked on in panic, what was he supposed to do?
Chapter 1 – Finished!
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I don't know if I should continue on this story... If you have any ideas how to continue the story, please tell me!