Okay so, this is the next chapter. I didn't have my friend to help me tonight. Yeah, I was on my own. :( I don't know if I did a good job, so cut me some slack, lol. I added some fluff though. I hope you like it. 3
Arthur made a run for the bathroom to throw up. Much to his surprise, Alfred was there with him and rubbing his back. There was a worried frown on the American's face which also caused him to blink. It wasn't like Alfred to show any signs of concern for the Brit, even if they were good friends. Perhaps it was their constant fighting that always made him wonder whether they truly were that close to each other.
Alfred helped Arthur back to his bed, catching him each time he staggered. Arthur was too sick to shake the American off or tell him to leave him be. Maybe it was the fever, but he felt relieved to have him there. It wasn't until Alfred started coughing from a tickle in his throat, only to shrug it off.
"Don't tell me you're getting my blasted flu..." he asked with a hoarse voice.
"Dude, me? Nah. I'm as healthy as a horse!" Alfred grinned at him.
"I don't see how stuffing your face with hamburgers is healthy..." Arthur remarked weakly before starting to cough. "Ugh. This bloody headache isn't going away any time soon. Go to my medicine cabinet and grab the bottle of Nurofen..." he groaned, trying to rid of the headache.
"Huh?" Alfred tilted his head and stared at the Brit with confusion.
"Oh, right. Forgot you Yanks have different brands." he continued coughing heavily until burying under the covers. "Please, just get the bloody medicine from the bathroom, would you?" he grimaced with excruciating pain.
It didn't help how achy he felt either, aside from the splitting headache. Arthur grabbed a tissue and started to blow his nose while Alfred went to his bathroom. Alfred came back with two painkillers and a glass of water.
"It's about bloody time..." he scowled as he swallowed both the pills with water.
Alfred watched as Arthur fell asleep, hoping the medicine would help. Without Arthur knowing, the American smiled and planted a kiss against the Brit's hot forehead. It caused him to stir in his sleep until Alfred blushed a little. He figured Arthur needed to get some rest before nightfall came.
It wasn't until night finally came, making it difficult to sleep. First Arthur was boiling hot with the covers, yet he was cold without them. This made it impossible to get any sleep so he made his way to the kitchen to make some hot ginger tea. Arthur noticed the large lump snoring loudly on the couch as he took a few sips of tea. The painkillers had worn off after helping him sleep for about four hours.
There was still no way he felt any better either, not as much as he wanted to. Arthur made his way back up to bed with a sigh. It turned out to be a sleepless night of nose blowing, coughing and sniffling. Alfred woke up to check on Arthur who wasn't able to sleep, no matter how much he tried to rest.
"Yo dude, what's up?" Alfred asked him, despite being really worried.
"I am not in the bloody mood, Alfred..." he snapped at the annoying American.
"Whoa, someone sounds totally cranky!" Alfred frowned at him.
"It's one in the bloody morning! Why the bloody hell wouldn't I be cranky?! I'm ill, and I can't get a wink of sleep!" he squeaked, causing Alfred to laugh uncontrollably.
Alfred just groaned loudly as he started coughing hard. He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose again with a huge sigh. It sucked having the flu, especially at this time of the night. Arthur felt a hand against his forehead, but he was too weak to slap it away.
"Geez, you're still on fire, bro!" Alfred frowned again and started to worry.
"Why wouldn't I be? I've got the bloody flu, you twit!" he snapped with another unintended squeak in his voice.
Alfred placed the thermometer under Arthur's tongue while he lay there. He felt like he was going to die from being miserably sick. Arthur took the thermometer from his mouth before starting to cough again.
"40.1°C..." he frowned and sniffled heavily.
"Um, English dude?" Alfred blink at him in confusion.
"That's 104.3°F, in your system..." he started coughing even more. "I'll be relieved when this bloody flu is gone..." he groaned and tried to get some sleep again.
Alfred climbed into bed beside him and snuggled him closely. It caused Arthur to blush madly, despite having such a high fever. Arthur enjoyed the American's warm embrace and slowly fell sound asleep. It wasn't until he woke up an hour later to a sleeping Alfred clinging to his waist.
Arthur could hear the nasally sounds coming from his nose. He knew they weren't from his, even though he was pretty congested. Alfred actually looked pretty adorable sleeping that Arthur had no choice but to snuggle into his chest. His throat hurt so bad from the constant swallowing, yet it was comforting to have Alfred's soothing warmth.
I swear, you are such a bloody fool... he sniffled and started coughing heavily.
Arthur was hesitant to wrap his arms around Alfred when he finally did. It was actually a comforting feeling, but he didn't fall sleep until five in the morning. Alfred blushed as soon as he realized Arthur was clinging to him. Neither of them were feeling well at all, meaning that Alfred was now sick.
Alfred slowly removed himself from the Brit's arms, causing him to wake up. Arthur rubbed the sleep from his eyes and started coughing. He could tell his companion was sick too as they felt each other's foreheads. The two of them nearly coughed at the same time, indicating their poor health.
"I think you knew bloody well you were going to get sick..." he said with a hoarse voice that led to coughing and soreness.
"Dude, you're so mean to me! You really should be nicer to someone who's sick, man!" Alfred complained to him as Arthur just sighed.
Arthur wasn't in the mood to be arguing with someone as sick as he was. Instead, he just lay there acting as if he was dead. Alfred started coughing until snuggling close to him with a smile. This caused the two of them to blush as they rested for two more hours.