This is what happens when I read 2p stories while writing a story with little to no continuity.

So, Day 17. Also known as: Kuro gets sick and decides to drag Sigurd down with him while acting like a three year old. And somehow spooning gets involved. Somehow.

I never question these guys. Ever.

Disclaimed.

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Day 17: Spooning


"Kuro~!" Sigurd sang, unlocking the Japanese nation's door and slipping inside. Now, normally this would be greeted with a 'What the hell do you want' or something along those lines, or at least a grunt, but today there was nothing, not even the slightest sound!

The Norwegian frowned. "I know he's here, his motorcycle's in the driveway, and he never goes anywhere without that…! So where is he? Kuro, where are you~?"

A faint sound, like a whine, came from upstairs. Sigurd raised an eyebrow. "Kuro…?"

"Go away!" came the muffled response. Oh, so it was one of those days.

"Not gonna happen!"

"F-fuck off, Sigurd!"

Sigurd frowned. Kuro never referred to him by his name, unless they were in the middle of… diplomatic relations, as Kuro described it. It was always 'bastard' or 'bakka'. Never Sigurd, ever. "Kuro, are you alright?"

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Well, that wasn't suspicious or obviously a lie, which was even more suspicious, as Kuro was a brilliant liar.

"Suuure you are," he drawled, making his way up the stairs.

"I am! Now p-piss off!" The older nation sounded more than a little desperate, which just made Sigurd more curious.

"Nope!" he reached the bedroom door and pulled it open; another odd thing, since Kuro usually locked it. "C'mon Kuro, let's go do something fun!"

A soft moaning noise from the bed. "Shut the damn door!"

Sigurd obeyed and went to sit next to the lump under the blankets he assumed was his kind-of-boyfriend. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I've told you not to c-call me-" Kuro broke off, coughing.

The Norwegian frowned. "Kuro, are you… sick?"

"Nuh-uh!" He shook his head violently. "'M fine!"

"Then you won't mind if I do this." Sigurd tugged back the covers and rested a hand on the raven haired nation's forehead, ignoring the other's squirming. He sighed. "Kuro, you've got a fever."

Blood coloured eyes glared up at him hazily. "I said I'm fine! Leave me alone, bastard!" He blinked several times, shaking his head in an effort to clear it.

"Kuro, trust me for once. Please? For me?"

A soft sigh of surrender. Kuro curled up a little more, eyes sliding shut. He looked positively miserable, to be honest. Sigurd stroked his hair gently. "How about I go make you some soup," he suggested, starting to get up.

"Noooo," Kuro whined, actually whined, grabbing the blond's sleeve and tugging him back down onto the bed. "Don't wanna eat…"

Well, that was new. "Kuro?"

"Yes?" Red eyes blinked once, confused.

It's probably the fever making him act all weird. No big deal! "I want to eat, so can you let go of me?"

"Uh-uh." Kuro buried his face in Sigurd's leg. "It's cold up here. Stay," he commanded, voice muffled.

"Kuroooo, I'm hungry!" the Norwegian complained, attempting to extricate himself from the Japanese's grip.

"Too bad!" came the retort. Kuro snuggled a little closer, shivering slightly. "Stay here, please…? Please, Sigurd?" Those goddamn eyes stared up at him so hopefully and pleadingly, he didn't have the heart to say no.

"Alright," he sighed. "I'll stay. But later you have to eat something, okay?"

Kuro nodded. "Okay… Later…" He yawned, curling up, head now completely resting on Sigurd's lap.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?"

"Mm… A little…" Kuro hummed, eyes sliding shut again. Then they opened. "But I don't wanna sleep. I'll have dreams."

"Aw, are you scared you'll have nightmares?"

"…Not scared…" he muttered.

Sigurd smiled gently, running his hands through the older nation's raven hair. "Good. Because I'm right here, so there's nothing to be scared of. Now go to sleep, sweetheart."

"…Stay with me?" Kuro asked quietly, already drifting off again.

"Always," the blond hummed, adjusting Kuro so he could lie down behind the other and cuddle him. The Japanese twisted his head to press a soft kiss to the side of Sigurd's lips, smiling softly.

"…Love you," he murmured softly, blushing.

"Love you too. Even if you are an ass most of the time."

"Hey!"

Maybe Kuro should get sick more often. He's so cute~!

(Three days later, Sigurd woke up with the same cold and came to the conclusion that Kuro was, in fact, just an ass.)

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Short and terrible, but I finished the prompt!

Next up: Doing something together.

See ya~!

-Bird