A/N: Hi all! This was the one with the highest votes so here it is! Please have a read and tell me how you feel!

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My Nose Is Blocked

Characters: Merlin and Arthur

Inspired by: I have a cold…so I decided to make Merlin suffer ):

Timeline: Any time after Season Five 'With All My Heart'

Genre: Friendship/Humor

Warnings: Not really...well, it can be slash if you want it to be. :)

Synopsis: Merlin catches a cold.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their respectful owners!

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"Merlin!" Arthur shouted, bursting into Merlin's bedchambers, where the manservant slept, curled up under the blankets, into a surprisingly tiny ball for someone so tall, "You were supposed to wake me up four hours ago! And do you know who had to wake me up? Hm? Do you?!" He didn't wait for the manservant's reply, "George!" he exclaimed, looking at the ball on the bed furiously. "He made at least three jokes about brass and I can't find my ceremonial sword! He never puts my stuff in the place I want them to be!" He sighed in anger, "And Guinevere's run off to properly mourn Elyan and the knights are all on patrol and I'm bored!"

At the loud, one-sided conversation in Merlin's room, the figure underneath the blankets stirred, then a dark head popped out from the foot of the bed, followed by a pair of bloodshot, silver-blue eyes.

Arthur raised his eyebrows in amusement. How had the boy managed to flip over in his sleep?

"Ardhur…?" (Arthur…?) Merlin's voice questioned, in a sore voice. Arthur wasn't sure whether it was from too much sleep or if he was sick.

"Yes, it's me." The King of Camelot muttered exasperatedly, crossing his arms across his chest, as Merlin slowly sat up, "And have you really been sleeping all this time? Are you hung-over? Don't tell me you spent the night at the tavern…"

Merlin shook his head vigorously, then stopped, moaning in pain as the throbbing headache made itself known. "Owww…"

There was a moment of silence as Merlin clutched his head in his hands and Arthur sighed impatiently a couple of times.

"Ardhur…?" (Arthur…?) Merlin finally called out.

"What?" Arthur asked.

"I'b gold…" (I'm cold…)

"Well, what do you expect me to do about it?"

The younger man shrugged. That's when Arthur noticed Merlin's small form shivering. If he's cold, then why couldn't the idiot just pull up the blankets?

There was another moment of silence. Then…

"Ardhur…?" (Arthur?)

"What?" Arthur snapped.

Merlin looked up at him from his bed, pouting at the bad-tempered tone in Arthur's voice. Then he mumbled, "By those iz blogged…" (My nose is blocked…)

"Your nose is blocked?" Arthur repeated, properly, moving closer to the bed.

The manservant nodded. Then, after a third silence, Arthur sighed. Biting his lips to hold back a smile, he pulled off his Camelot-red coat and draped it over Merlin's small, shivering form. Then he grabbed the blankets and enveloped Merlin in them too.

His shivering noticeably went down.

"Oh, Merlin…" Arthur sighed dramatically, shaking his head as he settled himself onto the chair beside the bed, "Where would you be without me?"

"Sdill be sleebig, abbaredly…" (Still be sleeping, apparently…) Merlin mumbled, already half-asleep.

Arthur let out a breath of laughter, reaching over and tousling his manservant's hair. "Idiot." He muttered affectionately.

"Brad…" (Prat…) Merlin shot back.

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A/N: You liked? I hope you did! Any suggestions for improvements or future one-shots would be nice. Reviews are love! Have a nice day!

Darii, out.