England's P.O.V.
He walked into the shelter to find Alfred fast asleep. "Poor lad," he whispered, "It kills me inside to see you this way." He put his hand on Alfred's forehead, noticing how hot it was. "Your fever is just too high Alfred, I'll get some more water." He took his now dry clay bowl and began to fill it with water. Unfortunately, the water turned slightly muddy, insufficient for drinking out of. "I'll use the bowl for the water for your forehead and continue using the leaf for drinking," Alfred yawned. He hated to admit it, but he was starting to get really tired. After splashing his face a few times, he went back to the shelter with water for Alfred.
Once he got in there, he immediately got to work. He peeled the now dry shirt sleeve off of his forehead, soaked it, then placed it on the sick lad. Alfred's eyes immediately started to flutter open from the cold impact. "I-Iggy?" Alfred whispered. "Drink up lad," Arthur said bringing the palm leaf to his mouth. "Arthur," Alfred said. "What is it?" Arthur asked. "The water tastes like shit," he grunted, "It hurts my throat." "Well, you need to keep hydrated and this is all we have," Arthur gently scolded. He began to yawn again. "You're tired, because of me," Alfred started to cry. "No, no, it's not your fault, I haven't been sleeping well anyway," Arthur said, trying his best to comfort Alfred. "Then sleep," Alfred stubbornly said. "No Alfred, I need to keep watch and look after you," he said, getting up and walking away. "NO!" Alfred yelled, grabbing onto Arthur's arm and pulling him over. "Alfred release me at once! You're pulling my arm too much!" Arthur yelled. "Then stay!" he yelled, giving one more pull. Even sick, Alfred was still freakishly stronger than him. The tug sent him flying over Alfred, right onto the ground onto a group of rocks. He landed headfirst. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was Alfred screaming his name. After that, total darkness.
Alfred's P.O.V.
"Arthur! Arthur! Arthur please wake up!" he pleaded. He heard Arthur began to grunt, "Good, he's waking up," Alfred sighed. He took the long, folded cloth off of his forehead. He unfolded it, and wrapped it around Arthur's head and tied it. That made Arthur begin to drift off again. Using full adrenaline now, he ran to the river, carrying Arthur with him. He set Arthur down in the river, and as an act of revenge, he began to splash Arthur in the face, screaming his name. He didn't even notice that Arthur was starting to wake up.
Arthur's P.O.V.
He began to flutter his eyes open. He looked up and saw Alfred still splashing him with water, screaming his name, making his head hurt more. Alfred's eyes were shut. He tried talking, but he couldn't get the words to come out. So he did the next best thing, he grabbed Alfred's arm, making him gasp. "A-Arthur! You're okay!" Alfred yelled, picking the country up, instantly feeling woozy from the weight. Alfred was still sick after all. Alfred set down, still holding him in his arms. Alfred cradled him into a hug and began crying. He couldn't figure out what was more embarrassing, being knocked out by a sick person, or being in a cradle with his former colony. "A-Alfred," he whispered, finally able to get the words out of his mouth, "I'm fine, please let go of me."
"Why would I," Alfred asked. "Be-Because you're, (gag) suffocating me!" he said, quieter than before. "Oh, sorry!" Alfred said releasing him somewhat. He began to gasp for air. Once full of air, he began to yawn again. "Go to sleep," Alfred commanded. "You're the sick one, you need sleep," he said. "Actually, I'm starting to feel a lot better, you're too tired and need sleep," Alfred scolded. "I'm perfectly fine thank you very much," he growled. "Oh yeah," Alfred began, "Prove it. Make it back to the shelter all on your own without yawning once." "Fine you bloody git!" he yelled and began to walk. He hated to admit it but he was really becoming too tired. After all, he was an over 1,000 year old country. He needed to sleep. He got up, as soon as he was on his feet, he began to feel dizzy. His head pains weren't making things any easier. He began to loose his balance, swaying from side to side. He suddenly felt something come over him as he began to fall forward. Bracing for impact, he felt something warm and soft instead. It was Alfred, he had grabbed him. "I told you….. England?" Alfred yelled, soon realizing that he was just sleeping.
Alfred's P.O.V.
"At least he's finally asleep," he thought to himself. He picked Arthur up and carried him back to the shelter. He set the sleeping nation on the palm leaf bed, putting some cool water on his forehead. "He looks kinda cute when he's asleep like that," he thought. He slapped himself on the cheek, "No! How can I think that! He is my old nation and former big brother," he told himself. He noticed a shade a red on Arthur's face. "Did he hear me!" he thought. He placed his hand on his forehead, noticing how hot it was. "Shit!" he said outloud that time.
Awww.. Someone's getting uncomfortable with his feelings.. (^w^)
I wanna be writing some of the next chapter now! XD
This is not my drawing
