"Ghghghghg!" Alfred moaned as he attempted to repair his messed up bed sheets. "Sitting up is giving me a headache." He spoke, unenthusiastically.
"Heaven save you," Arthur stated as fact, "If it hurts that bad then let me do it." He stood up to fix the 'broken' bed sheet, first lifting it up to expose Alfred's (surprisingly toned) body, then flattening it by spreading the wrinkles to the edge of the bed.
Though the two had been close for beyond years, lately Arthur had been catching himself with lewd thoughts. "Ugh, it won't fit!" Alfred said, snapping Arthur out of his daydream.
"M-my apologies-What did you say?" Maybe he was hearing things.
"My Snuggie!" Alfred yelled with a nasally voice gesturing to his arm which was stuck in his (notably American) blanket.
"My goodness," The Englishmen sighed with relief. This is going to be a long day.
He nipped my neck as though he were a vampire. Slurred moans escaped me as I tried to say something, tried to express my feelings of lust and love but all that could escape was a long and drawn out sigh of relief as he reached down further and further…
"Should I swallow?" He asked.
"Mmmhmmm…" Arthur responded.
"What was with that noise?" The American asked a bit creeped out by his moaning friend.
"I said swall-" Arthur paused as he opened his eyes to the crippling reality before him. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" He yelled, realizing he had almost given away his fantasy.
"My medicine…" Alfred scooted away in his bed towards the other direction of his 'special' friend. "Should I take it?" he asked, rephrasing his words.
"Y-Yes, please do," Arthur said, shaking his head as he spoke. Jesus.
As the night with his sick friend drew on, the Englishman's energy deteriorated.
"I believe it is time for me to take my leave," Arthur stated, still in his head. He was now inserting himself into a teenage vampire love story between him and his fellow nation.
"Wait, don't go I want to tell you something," Alfred said in a serious tone.
"What is it now," The older nation said, sitting back down in his chair by the bed.
"Thank you for taking care of me today. I really think I love you." The sick man said, reaching for his friend's hand.
Arthur couldn't have been more stiff in his life compared to that moment. "What?" He said in disbelief. He was definitely still imagining things.
"Come on, don't make me say it again," Alfred complained. "I said I love you..." He said crossing his arms and frowning.
Arthur smiled, as he knew he could not even imagine the event which just took place. "You look like a child," He whispered, leaning down to hug the American. "I love you too." He said.
