When light peeked through the window, deep green eyes opened sleepily and found themselves facing the open window. Small breezes slipped into the room, letting in the warm summer air and smell of the wet land from last night's rain shower. Hungary took in the feeling of her smooth skin being caressed by the warm morning sunlight and sat up in her ruffled bed sheets. She stretched out and sighed in content from her nights sleep, but then she realized that she was not in someone's arms when she woke up.

Hungary looked to her side to find the sleeping figure of Austria facing the other side of the room. His body lay flat on the bed but his head was turned to the side of the room opposite from the window. His chest rose and fell lazily as his skin almost glistened against the pure sun light and snow white bed sheets. Austria's lips were slightly parted while his delicate breath came in and out and his now messy hair was spread upon his soft expression and his deeper than usual blush.

Hungary stared in awe at her lover's precious figure and smiled to herself. She thought about awaking him for a second but then remembered at what he encountered the night before. His deep breaths and his rare act of sleeping in convinced her that she should let him rest.

Then she slipped out from the covers and walked barefoot out into the kitchen to start on their breakfast. She placed the pot on the stove and let the water for their tea warm up. Hungary looked out the kitchen window to watch the beautiful morning pass by as she enjoyed the calming silence in her house. She thought about their plans for the day, she would make Austria take a break from his days of work and go on a date with her. She smiled and mentally planned what they would do. When the water was ready, she poured them into porcelain cups and put in Austria's favorite tea.

A smile grew on her face when she though of how happy Austria would be when he saw that Hungary had made breakfast.

"Two spoonfuls of honey and one of sugar…" she thought of as she giggled at how he was so serious but liked his tea sweet. She poured herself some as well and carried it to the piano room.

When Austria was not around, she enjoyed sitting in the vast room and reading a book or simply looking at the view. She snuggled into one of the sofas and picked up the romance novel she found in his library. When she was comfortable, she sipped at her tea and fell into her book.

Even a tomboy like her enjoyed something like this every once in a while…

Then suddenly, a small noise came from Austria's bed room. She looked up from her book and stood up to find out what she heard.

Out in the hallway, the noise was heard again. It was Austria.

Coughing?

She walked back to the kitchen, got his tea and went to his bedroom. As she stepped in, she saw that Austria was laying in bed, face flushed and a slight look of pain in his eyes. He groaned softly when he opened his eyes and sunlight came in. His headache was worse than yesterday and his body didn't feel any better.

"Roderich? What's wrong?" said Hungary as she walked to the side of the bed.

He was startled by the sudden presence of his lover and said, "What? Oh, it's…it's nothing, Elizaveta."

Hungary put a hand on her hip and eyed him in disbelief, "It doesn't look like anything to me, Roddy…"

"Oh please don't call me that Elizaveta…" he said sitting up in bed, "You know I don't like it. And I'm fine, really, I am."

She put his tea on the nightstand and placed her hand on his forehead, while he laid back on the bed.

Austria's violet eyes were half closed and didn't have the same light that they usually have. The dark shades under his eyes revealed his fatigue and his breath was becoming deeper by the minute. When Hungary felt that his temperature was hotter than it was supposed to be, she said "Seems like something to me…"

"It's just the weather, I'm sure. I'll be fine." He responded.

"Austria," she said suddenly using his formal name, "do NOT lie to me. I've known ya since we were kids. I know that you're a horrible liar."

He sighed in defeat and looked up at Hungary. "I can't rest right now. I have to go do some more paperwork, after all with the war going on, I…"

He was cut off by Hungary brushing her hands into his soft amber hair. He lifted his head gently off the pillow and raised it to her own. She sat on the side of his bed and firmly put their foreheads together. Austria was surprised when he felt her cool skin upon his heated skin and closed his eyes in comfort.

"It's a fever," She said in a whisper. Then Hungary laid his head softly back onto the pillow and brushed his hair with her hands a little. "Here, drink some tea and I'll go get some medicine for you," she said handing Austria the small cup and walking out of the room, before he could protest.

Hungary walked to the cabinet where all the medicine was and silently searched for the right bottle. While she looked, her mind drifted into thoughts of her lover. He was sick in bed and she would not let him get up…because if they couldn't go on a date, they would still spend time together. She smiled with a hint of sinfulness and walked back to their bedroom with the bottle of liquid.

Austria was sitting up and leaning on the head board, finishing what was left of his tea. Hungary noticed that his cheeks were redder than other days and smiled at how cute he looked. She poured the bitter liquid into a spoon and pushed it towards her lover's mouth.

"Elizabeta, I'm sure that medicine isn't necessary. It's just a little fever. "

She gave him a look of displeasure and after a few moments of silence she said, "Fine. You know that I'm going to get you to take this medicine one way or another, Roddy."

"Elizabeta, please-"

He was cut off with the feeling of her body pushing his body down on the bed, making him lean on his elbows. She had placed her legs on either side of his hips and bent down to meet his supple violet eyes with her lush emerald ones, yet still holding the liquid spoonful. Never breaking eye contact, she pushed the syrupy liquid to his lips but he turned his head to one side, avoiding the spoon.

"Roderich, don't make me do something that I don't want to do…"

He looked at her with confusion and she only smiled in response. Slowly, she moved her hand to play with the skin near the end of his muscle shirt. Hungary ran her hands over his honeyed skin and placed a sleek smile on her face. Austria, on the other hand was utterly frozen, her hands were just above his right hipbone and were barely brushing upon his body.

Then, he watched as Hungary fulfilled her promise to get him to take the medicine.

She stuck the bitter liquid into her mouth and winced at the taste, and then throwing the spoon aside she grabbed the sides of Austria's face firmly. She looked deeply into his eyes and then pressed their lips together with passion. Slowly she slipped her tongue over his lips, and bit down gently on his bottom lip. Lustfully, he parted his lips and let his lover taste his mouth. But as soon as their tongues met, a sharp taste mixed with the flavor of Hungary's sweet mouth. He soon remembered the medicine that she had taken earlier and felt the bitter liquid run into his mouth, now thick with their saliva. Austria moaned into her mouth, both from the sour taste and in pleasure, and explored his lover's mouth in effort to replace the taste from the medicine with the taste of Hungary's lips. He positioned his hands to rest on her sides just below where her chest began, while she held firmly onto either side on his face, still sitting on his hips. Passionately, the two continued to kiss until Hungary was sure that he drank all the medicine and had licked every drop from her lips. She pulled back and smirked at the man below her, who was red from his fever and her improper act, but then again, he wasn't complaining.

"I told you I would make you take it," she said, smiling.

"Y-You know that wasn't fair…"

"Oh, but it is. I never said under what conditions I would make you take that medicine."

She smiled again and climb off his hips, then laying down next to him. She thought of the ways that she could make her lover feel better.

"Are you hungry, Roderich?"

Austria looked at her sleepily and said, "No, but thank you for asking."

"You sure? I can make anything for you…"

"I'm sure. I'm still tired so I think I will go back to sleep…"

Hungary kissed his lips lightly and whispered a "call me if you need anything" before walking into the hallway. She watched as her lover closed his eyes, and fall asleep just before she closed the door behind her.

…..

When hours passed, Austria found himself in his bed again, sheets messy and moist with sweat and his fever higher than before. He coughed a little and held his head as he sat up. The medicine he was given hadn't worked very much.

He looked at the clock and realized that it was already noon. Had he slept in so late?

Pulling himself out of bed, Austria walked out of his room and into the hallway. He was too tired to bother looking for his shoes so he simply sneaked out barefoot. The cold floor was refreshing against his skin but he only felt warmer compared to the temperature. Silently, he searched through out his home to find Hungary, but no luck came to him. Until, he reached the piano room, and there she was calmly reading a novel almost falling asleep. When a cough revealed Austria's presence, Hungary was surprised but slightly shocked.

"Roderich! What are you doing out of bed? You'll get even sicker!"

"I don't think that I can get any more ill than this…" he said coughing into his elbow, "my entire body aches all over."

Silence breezed into the room before Hungary straightened up a little and smiled.

" Austria…" she said walking towards him, "do you want some help with that?"

"W-with what?" he said starting to blush.

Hungary only smiled as she lead him back to his room, Austria only imagining what she could be up to. She let him sit on the edge of the bed while she sat next to him. She crossed her legs in a way that let Austria see most of them and placed one hand on a broad shoulder and the other tickling his ear. She leaned as far as possible into her lover and whispered into his ear, "I know the perfect way to get rid of that pain." He silently swallowed and stared at her now exposed legs while thinking of what would happen in these next moments.

What broke him out of his thoughts was the feeling of small hands pushing him down on the soft bed sheets. She slipped her hands under his shirt and felt his torso while pushing the cloth along his body.

"H-Hungary! I-I'm not so sure if we should do this n-now…"

"Don't worry, we wont," she said pressing her face closer to his, "I'm still waiting for that wedding to do that."

Slowly, she took off the piece of cloth covering his chest and let it slide off the bed. Once again, her tiny hands explored the new skin and exposed sensitive spots.

"Now, let's get rid of that pain shall we? Just lay on your stomach…"

He realized what his lover has planned and obediently laid on his stomach.

He felt her slim hips rest on his lower back and began to rub his tense shoulders.

The heat from her body made him blush deep and when she moved her hips in such a way that it made him moan involuntary, she laughed and whispered in his ear, "did you like that..?" He blushed even deeper has mentally cursed himself for being seduced so easily. Small, lazy circles were traced over his muscles and Austria let his head rest on a feathery pillow. Hungary's small slim fingers grazed his supple, honey skin and worked at the most tender spots. She bended over and planted small kisses on the side of his neck, while still moving her hands up and down his back. He relaxed into the touched and closed his eyes in bliss. Her hands moved slowly, making sure that every knot in his body was loosened. For what seemed like hours in heaven, she pleasured her lover and worked at his body.

"Now then, could you turn around, Roderich?"

Hungary stood up slightly and let her lover fully turn around before firmly straddling his waist. Skin from her inner thighs touched the skin from his hips, making Austria almost go insane. He couldn't take it much longer, every inch of skin where she touched him was heated and lustful. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach, working at the tense muscles. She bent over and began to plant light kisses on his neck. Hungary laid out onto Austria and continued to bite at tender skin. The heat of his lover's mouth moving south made him moan quietly. Blood rushed to his cheeks, and he let small breaths out to try to calm himself.

Slowly but surely, Hungary came back up to her lovers face and planted a small kiss upon his lips. They said nothing as he moved close her body and breathed in her scent and placed her head on his chest.

"You still feel warm…" she said shyly. Silently, she fixed their position so that Austria was against her own chest. He gladly took the turn of positions and let himself relax, hearing her soft heart beat as he wrapped his arms around the tiny figure. The heated breath from his lips tickled the skin upon her breasts as she let out a small laugh. He also realized what he had done, so with a smile he blew softly once again onto the sensitive skin. She laughed more strongly this time and said, "That tickles, Roderich…"

"Sorry." he said with a smile. He kissed the skin that he teased and rested on her body again. Austria let out a small yawn and buried his face into her supple body. Silently, the two fell into a deep sleep, watching each other come in and out of conscientiousness.

…

When Austria had finally fallen asleep, Hungary kissed his heated forehead and slipped out of his arms. She brought warm water in a white bowl and dipped a small towel into the lukewarm liquid. Then she decided that Austria should wear his shirt once again, to prevent any further illness. Hungary grabbed a button up shirt, slipped it on gently, and buttoned it up until it only exposed a bit of his chest and neck. Getting the warm cloth, she squeezed out the warm water and placed to upon his heat forehead. Small beads of water rolled down his face, cheeks red with fever and breath heavy. His eyebrows were knitted in pain and sweat glistened on certain parts of his face and neck.

Hungary stared at her beautiful lover.

Perhaps, she didn't mind Roderich getting sick every once in a while.

Hehe...sorry it took so long to update -_-'
I didn't really like the way it turned out but I hope you guys like it! enjoy! :D