Note: I'm sick so I made Alfred sick too.

12. Cat boys don't make good nurses (But they sure are a lot cuter than most nurses!)

"ACHOO!"

Matthew ran back in the room with a bucket full of towels, kneeling by the bed where a huffing and cherry faced Alfred lied in bed. "Mattieeee, this is the end…" he groaned. Yesterday he had leant Matthew his sweater to ensure he'd be warm, leaving him with nothing but a shirt. So while Matthew was perfectly fine, he ended up getting sick instead.

"Come on Alfred, it can't be so bad being your own personal heater" Matthew murmured as he pulled out a rag from the bucket beside him.

"You're just saying that because you've never had a fever! But it isn't warm, it feels like I'm freezing my butt off!" he huffed.

Matthew frowned, very confused at how Alfred could possible cold when his body was radiating heat, but decided to let it go as he folded the rag and placed it on Alfred's forehead.

Alfred furrowed his brows under the rag, reaching up to pat it softly. "Mattie… what are you doing?"

Matthew shrugged, "I've seen people put rags on people who are sick, figured it would work with you. Is it just a movie myth?" he asked, cocking his head.

"But…" Alfred pulled the rag off his head, feeling it between both hands before he looked at Matthew, then back at the rag, before his face broke into smile just moments before he started laughing loudly.

"You're supposed to wet it!" he laughed, "Not just throw it on my head while it's dry!" he suddenly stopped laughing, gasping in air. "O-Ok, no… no more… l-laughing while sick" he huffed out.

Matthew pouted, suddenly feeling self conscious, "How was I supposed to know!" he whined, pulling the rag back out of Alfred's hand and throwing in the bucket.

Alfred shook his head, a fond smile still on his face, "I know, I know. You had no way of knowing, but it was still so cute~" he continued to tease, trying to reach for Matthew to give him an ear scratch.

Matthew continued to pout but allowed Alfred to scratch his ears under the excuse of "He's sick, can't be too mean to him", and purred softly into the touch for a few moments before shaking Alfred's hand off and getting up again, bucket in hand.

"Well just wait here and I'll be back with wet rags. Really, don't know why you would ever purposely wet yourself. I was right to call you a dog" he joked before stepping out of the room, a faint "I love you Mattieeee" coming from the room he just left.

He shook his head with a soft laugh, "Love you too, dog" he murmured.

By the time Matthew had returned with decently damp rags, Alfred was snoring away on the bed. Matthew carefully walked to the bed, kneeling down beside it again and folding a rag before placing it on Alfred's forehead.

Alfred let out a soft murmur of appreciation, never opening his eyes as he began to softly snore again.

Matthew rested his head on the bed, watching over Alfred to make sure he was fast asleep before he decided to carefully crawl onto the bed and over Alfred, snuggling against Alfred's side with a content sigh by his own human heater.

Note: GDI Alfred don't you know you're supposed to lie down in a bathtub full of ice, or else your brain will fry in your head!? Oh wait, you don't have Hispanic parents.

*Warlike flashbacks of memories of my childhood fevers full of ice water, vaporu, and being rubbed with alcohol*

in other news, i've had the song "everybody wants to be a cat" (the last minute of the song) stuck in my head on loop for 3 days. There is no escape.