A/N: So sorry that it's been so long, but school has started again... We got himework on the first day... So fun(note the sarcasm). But i'm not really sure what to think of this chapter, since i tried using paragraphs after several complaints saying my chapters are hard to read, so i don't know if i wrote this correctly but whatevs... Enjoy!?

"W-w-w-w-what the bloody hell are you doing!?" England stuttered as he sat up, quickly pushing himself against the wall, his cheeks tainted tomato-red.

"Ah, I uuhhh…" America stated, looking away from the angry brit, trying to come up with an excuse, but failing miserably. A blush crept into his face as well, except that his cheeks weren't as red as England's.
England glared at him expecting a pretty damn good explanation for what just happened.
America fiddled with his gloved hands nervously, why had he just done that? To a sleeping person as well… He now felt like shit… And England looked like shit, in that cute sick person way. He finally opened his mouth and said "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just…" America trailed off.
England simply stared at the American, getting more and more flustered, and tiring more and more by the second.
America seemed to notice and looked up at England, facing him "You okay dude? Does it hurt anywhere? Come to think of it, you have a pretty bad fever…" he stated as he hurried over to check England's temperature, the kiss forgotten. For now…

England glared at America as he made his way over. England crossed his arms "I feel perfectly fine thank you very mu-" he silenced himself as America placed his hand on England's forehead, before frowning and carefully leaning towards England until their foreheads were touching.
"What do you think you're doing you sod!?" England shrieked, cursing under his breath as a coughing fit escaped him.
America immediately pulled away, looking worriedly at England, before his face lit up like a candle on Halloween.
"Oh I know… I'll make you some tea and honey, like you did to me when I was sick as a kid!"
he smiled as he rushed out of the room before England could protest, let alone respond.

England sighed, stupid American… He touched his lips lightly, still feeling the ghost America's soft lips there. He blushed even more, if that was even humanly possible. He looked around, searching for his fairy friends; they were sleeping soundly on his table. England looked worriedly over at them, they hadn't woken from the sleeping spell yet, which was strange.
On second thought, it made sense. They are so small and the dose was quite big, England coughed again as he thought about it.

Soon enough, America returned with a tray in his hands, there was a steaming teacup on the tray, smelled like earl gray. America had poured milk in it, which made England smirk slightly; tea is best with milk after all…
But to England's surprise, there was a plate next to the teacup. There was toast with some jam and a few corn biscuits. He looked at America with confusion, which the American only laughed at.
"Dude, you're sick, you have to eat healthy…"He said reassuringly.
England puffed his cheeks and snorted.
"I know what to do when someone is sick you bloody tosser… But usually you make porridge…" he said, the usual sarcasm in place.
America smiled slightly
"Yeah, sorry dude, I don't remember where you keep it…" he smiled innocently.

England couldn't help but blush slightly, but it wasn't all that visible over the flush from the fever.
England mumbled something that escaped the American's ears.
America looked hopefully at England as he took a sip of the tea, to be honest the American wasn't very good with tea, and so he hoped it wasn't that awful.
"Hmmn… Not bad… You have gotten very skilled at making tea, I must give you that…"
England stated, smiling slightly, then he seemed to realize something and placed the teacup back on the tray, he looked at America, blushing fiercely.
"Thank you… For taking care of me…" he mumbled, making America smile.
"Even though I'm perfectly fine on my own…" England added stubbornly and snorted.
America just chuckled; England really was cute, even when being a big pain in the ass…

When finished, England carefully placed the tray on his table. He threw his legs over the edge, standing up. A sudden dizziness took over and he collapsed, America catching him before his head reached the floor.
"Damn it…" England mumbled Angrily "This is so bloody frustrating… Thank you America, but I am fine, I just stood up too quickly…" he sighed.
But America was having none of that, and sat down on England's bed, still holding the gentleman tightly. "What you need is rest…" America said, a certain commanding tone in his voice.
England huffed, "Are you deaf? I said let me down!" he tried to wiggle himself out of America's grip, but tiring himself out way sooner than he would find pleasing.

America sighed and placed England down on the bed again "Dude, you're staying in bed, even if I have to tie you down and sit on you…" America said fiercely, looking over at England, who just sat there, clearly shocked.
"The thought of having you sit on me doesn't sound all that welcoming…" he mumbled, causing America to burst out laughing,
"Then you better stay in bed, or instead of sitting on you, maybe I'll kiss you again?" he said suggestingly between his laughter.
This immediately silenced the British gentleman, who was blushing fiercely at the last comment.
"Do that and I'll punch you…" England mumbled softly.
This statement made America chuckle, he patted England's head, "Don't worry… I won't do that if you don't like it… But I will tie you down, mark my words…" America's voice was playful, but had a serious tone to it.
England scoffed "I will curse you…" he said, his voice dark. He was dead serious.

America laughed his usual obnoxious laugh "You're weak at the moment though, so it wouldn't have been a very effective spell" He stated.
England nodded weakly, his head shot up, when he heard America gasp slightly, his face was lit up like a light bulb and it reminded England of America's younger days, saddening him quite a bit.
America, not sensing the change in mood said eagerly "Dude! We can call that dude Norway or Romania over, they use magic too right?" his eyes and voice filled with a certain hope, a hope that England might get better.
"Uh huh…" England answered absentmindly, making the obnoxious American frown.
"You weren't listening were you?" he pouted.
"Uh huh…" England nodded again, making America facepalm.
"Dude…. Not cool… But I guess the two of them would be busy huh…" he raised a brow, sighing "for now I guess I'll take care of you…" he said, blushing slightly.
England simply nodded again but jumped as a new voice entered the conversation,
"Arthur, this surely isn't the time to think about that…" the voice said, and a very tired Fury flew in front of his face. It looked like he could fall back asleep at any moment. But this was perfectly normal as Fury isn't very good with mornings.
America cocked his head to the side "Thinking about what?"

England looked away, clearly flustered "N-nothing…" he whispered.
America was not convinced though and so he cupped England's cheeks in his hands again "Tell me…" he ordered.
England looked like he was thinking, and then shook his head "It's nothing important…"
America stared at him; England was clearly lying but why?
England shifted under America's gaze, blushing slightly "Really, it's nothing…"
America sighed, and nodded. He stretched and his gaze fell on England's window, for once the weather was nice…
"Umm… America? Could you do me a favor?" England's voice was smaller than usual, like he was nervous.
America nodded "Spill…"
England nodded and took a deep breath, hesitating.
Fury groaned "Go on Arthur, ask him…"
England nodded and blurted "I can't walk, so would you mind taking me out to the garden? I refuse to sit still in this wonderful weather…" he said, looking away from America and puffed his cheeks…
Cute… America thought and grinned, nodding "Sure thing dude, you just have to change out of your PJ's first, right?" he smiled warmly, making England restless.
England nodded, making America support him as he stood up and slowly made his way to his closet, choosing today's attire, he was going to the garden, so something that could get dirty. He settled with a plain white shirt with a green vest and his black joggers and plain shoes, he made America turn as he changed. When he was finished he gently poked America's shoulder, "I'm done…" he said, barely above a whisper. Clearly this was a blow to his pride, just the thought of something as preposterous as being carried around like a child when he was a grown man, made him feel useless.

America smiled gently as he carefully picked England up in his arms, earning approving whistles from a certain fairy. America simply glared at Fury, silencing the fairy momentarily.
England felt giddy and jumpy, he did not care for being a burden, but once America opened the door and a gust of fresh air hit his face, he couldn't help but smile. "Finally, some nice weather here… I don't know if I can stand another rainy day…" he whispered, mostly to himself.

America chuckled "True…" he stated "It's so depressing with all the rain…" he mumbled.
England looked up at America, before frowning "You can put me down now…" he said sharply.
America apologized and gently placed England on the ground in front of his roses, they were beautiful and red. England must take great care of these flowers… America thought to himself, smiling as he imagined England standing in the sun with a simple straw hat and dirt on his hands, watering the flowers and properly removing weeds and such on a warm, beautiful day like this. The beads of water on the flowers shining like stars in the sunlight, the picture America had made in his head was surely beautiful, but a bit surreal, even so, he was sure that is exactly how it looked.

England looked at his roses, they were in full bloom. He smiled at them, they looked so happy, he had spent years to make his garden this beautiful, and he would not ruin all that work because of a small dilemma such as this "America, get the hose will you?" he asked, turning around to look America in the eye, anything else would be rude.

"Sure thing, dude!" America smiled as he practically skipped off to get the water hose. When he came back however, he dropped the hose to the ground; England was trying to stand again, failing miserably, his legs shaking from the strain. America immediately rushed over, supporting England by holding onto his shoulders.

"Get off me you bloody git, see how well I'm doing, on my own…" his voice had a victorious ring to it, he was obviously proud of himself.
America frowned "Dude, you looked like you were about to collapse, I'm not risking that… Besides, didn't you want to water your flowers?" America questioned.
England sighed, crossing his arms and sitting back down, scoffing and mumbling something sarcastic in response, so cute… America thought as he giggled.

America had helped England water his roses and even pick some weed that had managed to sneak in for a long time, but he enjoyed it, it was peaceful and reminded him of when he was a kid. When they were finished, It was afternoon and unbelievably hot outside. England grinned and offered to make some iced tea with biscuits or something, which America had agreed to eagerly.
If there was one English type of food/beverage America loved, it was iced tea, especially when England made it.

So a few minutes later they were sitting on the outside furniture and enjoying their tea, with a couple of sandwiches. Obviously, America had made them, or England had, but America had helped! These were actually pretty good, since, really now, you can't exactly burn food that's not been heated…

But of course, the peace had to end as England looked up at America as he placed his tea-cup on the table. "America, about that kiss, earlier… What was that about? Surely you don't normally go around kissing people when they sleep do you?" he asked, uncertainty filling his eyes and voice.

America almost choked on his Tea, how was he going to explain it to England!?

He was utterly and truly Screwed…

A/N: What the hell is up with me and cliffhangers!? Sorry guys! don't hate me for it! I just can't helo it! since i'm too lazy to write any more than that on this chapter... Even though i wrote about 1,000 words more than usual... *proud* Well, Reciew/comment please, and tell me what you think, or what you think i should add in the next chapter! And sorry for Any spelling mistakes that might be there... I have proofread, but i'm tired it's 00:15 AM and there is school tomorrow... Sooo, i'm out~~