ONESHOT
For any of those of you who've ever had croup (annually every year without fail) like me it sucks! This is the prominent illness in this sickfic between America/Britain. This is a family/friendship type one-shot. Enjoy…!
Arthur was awoken suddenly at the ungodly hour of one am. He heard not coughing, but hacking coming from the room of the nation next to him. He sprung out of bed and threw off the covers to see what was happening. There when he burst into Alfred's room was the nation sitting up in bed, hacking his lungs out. Arthur rushed over to him.
"My god America," Arthur patted the younger nations back. "What is wrong?"
"I don't know dude," Alfred hacked; he held his chest and coughed repeatedly. "I just woke up with this cough and I…"
Alfred continued coughing violently. Arthur held his hand to Alfred's forehead which was burning up.
"God America," Arthur said. "You're sick, are you feeling fine other than the cough?"
"Just got a little headache dude," Alfred smiled weakly. "But I feel absolutely dead."
"Well," Arthur held Alfred's hand and laid him back down. "Do you think you make it downstairs, I may have just the cure?"
"Yeah," Alfred jumped into another coughing fit again. "I can try…"
Arthur sat by the younger nation's side and let him sit up at his own pace. He waited for Alfred to tell him when. When Alfred was finally done coughing, he helped him to his feet. He pulled Alfred to the door and slowly down the stairs of the house one by one, having to stop frequently for the nation to breath. When they finally got down to the bottom of the stairs, Arthur threw open the front door and onto the porch the pair stepped.
Arthur set Alfred down on the huge porch swing. Alfred reopened his eyes about two seconds later and started to yell.
"Hey dude," he hacked again and hoarsely breathed in. "Where'd you go?"
"Calm down idiot," Arthur thrust a warm blanket over the shivering nation and placed something on his face. "I just went to get the three things I figured you'd probably need out here."
Arthur handed Alfred his glasses. Alfred's blurry vision suddenly turned clear and above him sat a semi-smiling Arthur cautiously placing his hand on Alfred's shoulder.
"Why are you taking care of me," Alfred barely spoke so as not to up rise another hacking attack. "I don't need a hero, I am the hero!"
"Ha," Arthur laughed, placing his hand on Alfred's forehead again. "Sometimes even hero's need saving…"
"Yeah," Alfred coughed. "I guess you're right."
"How's the breathing?" Arthur asked.
"Better," Alfred turned on his side, the swinging bench was surprising comfortable. "I can actually catch up with it now."
"Cold night air," Arthur pointed upwards. "Surefire cure for this kind of sickness, it was either that or help you into the shower."
"Yeah," Alfred chuckled a little. "I betcha really didn't wanna do that huh?"
"No not particularly," Arthur laughed right back. "Anyways…I'm glad you're feeling better a little."
"Yeah dude," Alfred yawned and closed his eyes. "Me too…"
Arthur stared at the sleeping nation. Alfred even slept with a smile on his face. He placed his hand on the center of Alfred's shoulder blades and rubbed his back a little. It reminded Arthur of when he was little and when he was sick, his mom would do the same thing. He sat with Alfred until morning.
RNR
Yeah I had to put my past in here a little. When I was little I used to get croup really badly and like Alfred I hacked and couldn't breathe, one time I had to be hospitalized, the night air and showers both really helped, but either way croup sucks and I hoped you all enjoyed the one-shot family type thing between America/Britain.
