A/N: FLUFFFLUFFLUFFLUFFLUFF

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: I'm so tired of doing these… OY! ALFRED! YOU DO IT! No? PLEASE? Gah. I don't own Hetalia.

9.

"Stay up all night with us when we're sick."

"Nn... mmn..."

A hand went to the feverishly warm skin of the second occupant of the king-sized bed, gently rubbing circles on a sweaty shoulder.

"Shh..."

"Ah... nn..." A groan of discomfort broke the silence otherwise occupied by the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. "Mmm... nnh..."

Bright green eyes, dulled with tiredness, watched the contorted face of its owner's lover. The other hand that wasn't on the shoulder smoothed back golden locks sticking to a sweaty forehead. "Darling... shh... it's okay..."

Alfred's eyes moved restlessly under closed eyelids, face twitching in obvious pain. "Mmn... nghh..."

Arthur only had to wait a few more moments for Alfred's eyes to half-open and for him to sit up, barely awake. He placed his hand on Alfred's back and leaned over his heat-ridden body to hold his bangs back as the younger man leaned over the side of the bed and retched, stomach convulsing as it attempted to rid itself of the virus. Alfred had long since thrown up everything his body had to offer, the sickness starting in the early evening and continuing until now, almost three in the morning, and every ten minutes he would wake up from a fitful sleep and vomit again.

Arthur waited until Alfred had stopped and gently guided him back on his side and laid him down, resting his head back on the pillow. He took the towel that was on the bedside table and wiped Alfred's mouth, carefully removing all traces of the episode before putting it back in its spot.

Alfred sighed, slipping into yet another fitful, fever induced sleep. He shivered, body racked with chills although his skin burned, and Arthur could only murmur to him softly.

"Hush, Alfred... my love... this too shall pass..." He fought back a yawn but allowed himself to indulge in closing his aching eyes for a moment. "I'm here... right here..."

Alfred shifted uncomfortably, a small whimper escaping him. "Nnn... Artie..."

"Shh... I'm here..." Arthur moved his hand to stroke his hair. "I'm here... I'm... here... mmm..."

Arthur's hand stilled and his jaw went slack as sleep overtook his exhausted body. A tired snore left him and he went limp.

"Nn... nna... hah..." Alfred swallowed, eyes flickering as he moved his legs restlessly. "Mn..."

Arthur's snores grew louder, and his hand twitched in Alfred's hair.

"Hnn..." The American let out a sob-like sound before his glazed eyes opened again and he clutched his stomach. "Nn...! Ar... Arthur...!"

Arthur jumped awake, hands immediately flying to Alfred's face, smoothing back his hair and leaning him over yet again to the bucket on the side of the bed, where he retched violently, shaking with the force of the repulsion of his body.

"Shh... poppet, shh..." Arthur shushed him, soothingly tracing shapes on his back. "It's okay..."

Alfred sat up and Arthur grabbed the towel, wiping his mouth again. He looked at Arthur, blue eyes just as tired as his. "... M'sorry..."

"No, darling, no..." Arthur gently pushed him back onto his pillows. "No... this isn't your fault. Try and rest, love."

"You should... you should sleep in the guest room..." Alfred murmured, reaching up and running a thumb over the circles under Arthur's eyes. "M' keeping you up..."

"No, I'm going to stay here and take of you," Arthur told him, reaching for the bedside table for the cup of ice he had. "Here... take a few licks of this."

Alfred obeyed, lapping at the partially melted ice cubes in the cup and moaning at the cool, fresh taste on his tongue. "Can I have a drink, please?"

"Not until you've stopped throwing up, I'm afraid," Arthur set the cup back down and kissed his unnaturally warm forehead. "Now go back to sleep, my love."

"... 'Kay..." Alfred closed his eyes again. "... love you sweetheart..."

"I love you too, Al..." Arthur whispered, laying down next to him, ready for the next round. "I love you too."

A/N: When I was about three years old, I had a stomach virus exactly the one I gave Alfie: Dad stayed up with me all night long and rubbed my back and every five minutes I'd throw up. I remember a teeny bit of it. It was awful.

My head canon states that Alfred calls Arthur nicknames like "baby", "babe", "sweetheart", "honey", and stuff like that while Arthur is much more 'traditional' and 'English' with his "love", "darling", "poppet", and things like that! … any thoughts, people? Oh, and if Alfred said "darling" it would be "darlin'" with a southern twang… :3 Heh…

So sorry this is short… I doubt you guys want more of poor Alfred throwing up though, so… XD

AH, and instead of boring you with my usual banter about reviewing, I brought in Mr. Tony to do it for me!

Tony: Fucking fucking!

THANK YOU TONY! You heard him people! *shot*