Alfred woke up shivering and with a heavy head. He wrapped the blanket around his body, hoping to muster some sort of warmth, but alas, it was no use. The blond let out a groan, loud enough to wake up the normally deep-sleeping Japanese man next to him.
Kiku rolled over so that he was facing Alfred, and murmured softly in hisadorable, adorable morning voice, "Alfred-san, I don't feel too well this morning. I believe I have a cold."
Alfred swung his feet over the edge of the bed, and flicked on a light, causing Kiku to dive back under the blanket to shield his eyes.
"You want soup or something? I can go make you some if you want."
Kiku nodded his assent under the blanket, and Alfred was stumbling into the kitchen, hoping to get the job done before he spilled out his insides in the toilet. He haphazardly poured some broth in a pot, heaved it onto a stove, and put in some pasta that Feliciano had given at his last visit. With a sigh, he dragged himself to the couch, lay face down, and cursed whoever was above him for giving him this flu.
Kiku decided that if he was going to be sick, then he was going to get up anyway, despite the hell it brought on in his head. The world swayed around, and Kiku could barely walk around, but he made his way into the kitchen, where he found Alfred lying face down, glasses awry, and drooling on the couch. He sighed, and turned off the stove, seeing the soup nearly boil over.
"Kiku, babe…" Alfred slurred, still half asleep. "go back to bed. 'S not good fer youuuuu…"
In response, the Asian said nothing and ladled the steaming soup into a bowl.
About an hour later, Alfred was heaving the ugly contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl, and Kiku was back in bed, wondering why he ever decided to get up. He had taken about a hundred medicines (two) and had a bowl of cold soup on the bedside table, and was tossing around, not entirely aware if he was awake or sleeping.
Alfred wiped his mouth and nose and rinsed out his mouth. All he really wanted to do was lie down on the couch and watch anime or something, or maybe go on another Disney movie spree. Yeah, that sounded nice. The American wiped away the last of any traces of his insides, and shuffled into the kitchen, flopping down on the couch and turning the TV on.
Kiku finally decided that he couldn't stay in bed forever, even after what happened earlier, and if he were to be sick he may as well be sick with Alfred. He just wanted to cuddle with him for body warmth, for it was freezing despite his having turned on the heat.
Kiku found Alfred lying down with a blanket, watching a Disney movie that he was unfamiliar with, taking up the entire couch. Upon seeing his boyfriend, Alfred rolled over and lifted up the blanket so he could crawl in, and Kiku did just that, resting his head against the beating heart of the American. He sighed contentedly, and pressed his body against Alfred's, falling asleep once more.
