(( A/N: ahah fighting happens but its short w I promise next chapter will be cute and cuddly don't worry

enjoy~!))

Kiku was soon shuffling out the front door of the building, out into the freezing chills that P.E.I. had to offer. Kiku walked along the street side, watching cars rush by in the snowy streets and other people walk along the side walk.

Soon enough he stopped at a bus stop, getting out his change. Several freezing minutes passed before the bus arrived, Kiku boarding.

It wasn't long before he was walking up towards Ludwig's front door, slowing his pace. The house was a two-story home, painted a grey-blue color. A few trees hung around it, shadowing the house only slightly.

Kiku climbed the stairs up to the front door and unlocked it, knocking the snow off of his shoes before entering. He shuddered from the warmth hitting him,closing the door behind him.

The inside of the house was darkened, none of the lights turned on. That seemed average, seeing as it was still quite early in the morning. He looked around for any sign of the German being home, finding it too dark in the little entrance hall to see.

He took off his shoe's, setting them aside, not wanting to drag any dirt into Ludwig's house. Quietly he stepped along, peering about.

"Lu-" BAM! Cut off by a hard blow to the back of the head, Kiku stumbled forward, just barely catching himself on the wall. Drool ran down his chin from how hard the hit was, Kiku dazed but trying to hit back as to get away.

He struck out blindly behind him with his foot, nailing his attacker in the shin, a very off-balanced hit but it did send the person back a few steps. It was too dark to see in the narrow hall, Kiku trying to decipher one of the man's features, only able to see a strong build...

"L-" Cut off once more, Kiku was slammed in the face and another hit to his temple, sending him to the ground this time. He could feel the blood dribble down his chin from a busted lip, Kiku landing on his chest.

The attacker was indeed Ludwig, panting with clenched fists, in a defensive position. He was messy looking, hair a bit tattered and bags under his eyes. He had heard someone enter his house and when he went to see who it was, he didn't recognize them, due to his feverish daze and from how dark it was.

He backed off from the limp person laying on the floor, looking for the hallway's light, dragging his hand across the wall. He turned it on, looking down and spotting the one he attacked.

If he wasn't already so pale, he would've been white as a sheet, recognizing the figure sprawled out on the floor. He settled his fighting position for a moment, trying to figure out if this was another fever dream.

Once he figured it wasn't, he swore under his breath, going towards the Asian. Gilbert hadn't told him that anyone would be here, or at least he didn't remember if he did, so he had just acted on impulse.

He hesitantly fell to his knees by Kiku's body, looking him over from the back. He didn't seem to have a lot of damage done, though a bruise or two would form. Slowly and hesitantly he took Kiku's wrist and felt for a pulse, knowing he had hit him in the temple. He sighed in relief as he felt a steady pulse, turning Kiku over to examine the rest of the damage, holding his head softly with his hand as to not let him rest his head on the hard-wood floor.

Blood ran down the side of his face from the corner of his mouth, lip split. Ludwig winced as he knew it was his doing, feeling terrible now since his worker more than likely just came to check up on him.

He was hesitant to touch the Asian. The man had always had a very strict personal bubble, even shoulder touches would make him tense. Ludwig felt a tad invasive by being this close without Kiku conscious. He knew he couldn't just leave the poor guy on the floor, though.

Gently he slipped a hand under Kiku's knees, his other arm going up and around the young man's shoulders. Ludwig stood up with him with a small grunt, holding him bridal style.

Kiku was very lithe, easy to hold. It was a bit shocking to Ludwig, but he knew that Kiku had always been 'petit'. Ludwig carried him into his living room, a simple white-walled room with a couch, reclining chair and TV along with a large picture window with the drapes pulled shut.

Ludwig set Kiku softly down on the couch, the smaller man limp. Ludwig headed off to go retrieve a cloth to clean up the blood and an ice pack.

By the time Kiku came to, he was settled on his back on the furniture, icepack under a cloth like a pillow and the split in his lip no longer bleeding. He blinked his eyes open groggily, glancing around.

Ludwig flinched away as he had still be tending to the man, bringing his hand away as he had been holding a wet cloth to his temple. Kiku looked to Ludwig fast at this motion, the man quickly averting his gaze as to not seem like he was staring.

He cleared his throat. "K-Kiku, er, Mister Honda, I am sorry for attacking you, I didn't think that anyone was coming to my house, little less had the key," Ludwig explained, Kiku processing the information as he remembered what happened.

"I-it's ok, Mister Beilschmidt, I should've made my presence clear," Kiku replied, not blaming him. He would've reacted the same if someone he didn't know just came into his house without much warning. Well, maybe not so violently. Kiku put a palm to the couch to push himself up, Ludwig reaching and taking Kiku's wrist to stop him.

"I hit you in the temple, you'll be dizzy if you sit up, " Explained Ludwig, Kiku tensing under Ludwig's touch but nodding. Ludwig took his hand away upon the others discomfort.

"Ludwig, you should be in bed," Kiku stated, not wanting the situation focused on himself.

"I'll be fine, it is just a small fever," Ludwig tried to reassure, Kiku frowning at this response.

"A smalll fever can get worse if you're not in bed," Kiku informed, sitting up this time. He indeed got quickly dizzy, putting his palm to his temple, Ludwig trying to push Kiku back down by the shoulder but Kiku waved his hand off.

"Go to sleep, you need it to get better," Persisted the Asian, Ludwig sighing heavily as Kiku didn't seem to want to take no for an answer at all. He stood up from being on his knees by the couch.

"Fine, but you have to rest too, you cannot be walking around and risk hurting yourself," Ludwig replied sternly, Kiku faintly aware that Ludwig was trying to assert some dominance over him, seeing as the Asian was telling him what to do. Kiku nodded lightly, not wanting to but, for the sake of coming to some sort of compromise, he would.

Kiku motioned lightly for Ludwig to get going, the man lingering for a moment before doing as told and walking off towards his room down the hall. Kiku lowered himself back down on the couch, wincing lightly at the sting of his head. He curled up in his coat some to keep warm on the couch, closing his eyes to ado as told and rest up.

It was nearing six pm when he heard coughing and gagging coming from the hall, Kiku sitting silently and trying to think of what it could be. Once he remembered Ludwig was sick, he quickly opened his eyes and sat up so fast that his back popped, thankfully his injuries doing somewhat better so he didn't get too dizzy.

"Ludwig?" Kiku called as he hurried off into the hall, bathroom door ajar. The coughs died down, Kiku hurrying to the bathroom and peeking inside.

There Ludwig was, on his knees in front of the toilet, wearing the same clothes he had fallen asleep in; a simple light blue t-shirt and a pair of stripped pj-pants. Kiku paused as he wasn't sure what to do, go comfort the man or leave him be.

"K-kiku?" The raspy voice caused some surprise in Kiku, Ludwig sounding like a disgruntled child. The Asian hesitantly stepped over, giving Ludwig a gentle pat on the back.

"I'm here, don't worry," Kiku hushed, Ludwig panting lightly. Kiku left his side for just a moment, heading over to a shelf in the corner of the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth. He got Ludwig to sit up before gently handing him the cloth to wipe his mouth off.

"Are you going to throw up again?" Kiku asked, Ludwig muttering a 'no'. Kiku reached out, taking Ludwig's free hand and helping him to his feet.

"Go back to bed, I'll be in there with water and a bucket in a moment," Kiku replied, Ludwig not having the energy to argue as he nodded and started off towards the bedroom, Kiku going to the kitchen to get what he said he would.

Ludwig sat himself in bed, just sitting on the side with his feet on the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing to himself as he felt awful- not sick, but getting Kiku involved with his sickness. He rubbed at his temples, trying to ease his pain, the cool air of the bedroom feeling somewhat good from the hot sweat he'd been in.

"Here," Ludwig blinked open his eyes, Kiku having come in without Ludwig noticing. He set down a cup of water on the nightstand as well as a bucket down on the floor.

"Thank you," The German muttered, taking the cup of water. Kiku gave a nod in response, settling his stance.

"I'm going to go out and get fever medication and a few things from my house," Kiku stated, in a somewhat more requesting way, unsure if Ludwig was ok with him leaving.

"Go ahead," hummed Ludwig, starting to lay down once more. He didn't want to keep Kiku here all day. He paused for a second before asking.

"Do you have a license?" Kiku blinked in surprise at the question, nodding his head. He had one, but he never got around to buying a car. It was just good to have as an ID and if he ever needed to rent a car.

"You can take my car, keys should be in the kitchen," Ludwig hummed. He was well aware Kiku took the bus everywhere, he didn't approve of it sometimes. Their little town wasn't the safest, packed with plenty of kidnappings and theft. though Ludwig never voiced his disapproval, usually just giving Kiku a worried or disgruntled look behind his back.

"er... Thank you mister Beilschmidt," Kiku somewhat uttered gratefully with a small bow of his head, the man grunting and starting to get comfortable in the bed once more. Kiku headed off hurriedly, going into the kitchen and grabbing the keys.

After getting dressed in his winter gear, he went into the garage, finding Ludwig's car there. It was a soft blue color, being small but was expected since Ludwig was usually the only one in it. Kiku inspected it for a moment before quietly heading over and unlocking it.

Soon enough he was on the road, hurrying to his apartment. Upon arrival, he parked the car in the lot and hurried inside. He knew that if he was going to stay at Ludwig's house, he ought to get a change of clothing, he also already had some medication that would work to help Ludwig get better.

The inside of his apartment was painted a cream color, living room nicely furnished with a couch and chair, book case in the corner. The kitchen was a bit messy, dishes not done yet, though besides that it looked fine. Kiku hurried past these rooms and into his own room.

Inside, he retrieved some clothing to change into and changed into something a little less formal, seeing as he hadn't changed from his work suit. He wore a simple navy-blue turtle neck sweater and a pair of black jeans. It was warm, good for the cold weather.

He snatched a jaw-string bag from his closet, packing the clothes and the medicine he needed, along with a few other things he might need. He left hurriedly, not wanting to keep Ludwig waiting. He drove back to Ludwig's house, pulling back in the garage before getting out and heading inside. He slipped off his shoe's and coat, putting them away before walking quietly in the house.

He made sure to make his presence known, though, not wanting another punch on the face, knowing he was still a bit bruised from Ludwig's hard punch. He headed down the hall and to Ludwig's room, opening the door a crack.

The man was still heavily sleeping, rolled onto his side. He clutched a pillow to his chest, curled around it. His usual hard expression was soft, a better look than usual to Kiku. He usually just saw the stern, serious looking business man that Ludwig was.

Inviting himself into the room, Kiku set himself to work. He made sure to be gentle as to not wake the German or startle him in his slumber. He first pressed the back of Ludwig's forehead. It felt hot, but not scorching. Gently he pulled the blankets down some to let Ludwig get some air, seeing as he had hidden himself well under a few layers of blankets.

Kiku left and came back with a cool, dampened cloth. Ludwig had managed to pull the covers up a little more in his sleep, Kiku allowing it, coming over and trying to get Ludwig to roll onto his back. The man was stubborn, still trying to cling to the pillow, but with a few tries Kiku got him on his back.

Ludwig's cheeks were bright red, his face still relaxed though. Kiku set the cloth on his forehead with as much softness as he could muster, still not wanting to wake Ludwig. He preferred to do his actions without being watched.

After a few minutes he was finished, trailing over to the foot of the bed and sitting down for a moment. Ludwig was settled quite nicely in bed, Kiku proud of his good home doctoring skills. He could barely suppress a yawn that escaped his lips though, Kiku covering his own mouth as to try and stifle the noise. It was getting late already, nearing eight pm. Kiku stretched a bit before getting up, looking over Ludwig for a moment before heading off to go sleep on the living room.

It was one hell of a day already, surely tomorrow wouldn't be that bad, right?