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SICK DAY

Herakles always has a hard time getting out of bed. But this time, it's more than difficult: it's impossible. Like a hundred of cats were resting each of his limbs.

Atchoo!

It made Athena, one of his cats, who had the misfortune to wander in his room at the moment, jump and rush outside. After a moment, she poked her head through the opening left by the half-closed door and Herakles gave her a sorry look. The cat then jumped on the bed and approached him slowly. She rubbed her nose against Herakles' forehead, which was burning hot.

"Don't, Athena, you'll catch my cold."

The cat shot him a look that said something like "Silly you, you can't contaminate me like that, you're a nation and I'm a cat, remember?"

But then again, Herakles did often forget he was not a cat.

Then it would be a boring day. Staying in bed was maybe what he believed he was doing best, but being sick is annoying. Then the front door opened. It would either be a burglar, or Kiku. The latter option would definitely be best, but Herakles didn't really have the strength to go downstairs and check. He simply decided to wait. The visitor was climbing upstairs and opened the bedroom's door.

"Hera-kun!"

Hell yeah. Kiku was extremely worried and when he saw Herakles lying pale and half dead on the bed, he hurried towards him.

"Hera-kun, are you alright? I've been worried about you."

Herakles simply took Kiku's hand, still cold from the outside, in his burning one, and played with his fingers. He muttered a thank you. Kiku narrowed his eyes and looked around the room. Then he turned his head towards Herakles again, frowning.

"Have you seen the mess you live in?" Herakles shivered. Things wouldn't go all too good, after all.

Kiku began to rush to the window. He opened it wildly.

"Come on! It's so cold…

-Shall I remind you, Hera-kun, that we're in Greece? It's never cold."

Herakles simply buried himself under the covers, growling. Kiku was not piling up the dirty laundry scattered around the room and began afterwards to dust of the furniture. Herakles smiled. Of course, he wasn't sick because of the mess, and Kiku knew that it was because of his bad economy, but he thanked him for not mentioning it and instead make as if it was a simple matter of cleaning. It may also have been an excuse to tidy up.

Then Kiku sighed, proud that he had made this room finally clean, a bundle of laundry under his arm and a broomstick in the other. He went downstairs. Herakles watched in amusement as the little man stormed out of the room.

After around half an hour, Kiku was back in the room, holding a tray with two fuming bowls on it. He put it on the bed and sat down elegantly, then put a light kiss on Herakles' forehead.

"Open your mouth, he ordered.

-Wha…? Too late, his mouth was already stuffed with a spoonful of warm soup."

Kiku giggled while Herakles finished his mouthful. Latter one smiled warmly. They kept on eating like this, until Herakles thought that they could have much more interesting business than just eating. He neared Kiku's face and, sliding a hand through the other's hair; he closed the gap between them and kissed him. Eagerly, he snaked both hands under Kiku's shirt, though the little man was pushing him away weakly.

"W… Wait! Weren't you supposed to be sick?

-I am, he answered while nipping his neck.

-But..."

Herakles silenced him with a finger on his lips.

"How about playing doctor, then?"