It was only a few more weeks until Thanksgiving. Several more days until the festivities. Hell, the days could've flown by if Yong Soo played his video-games day and night and going out sight-seeing with Alfred.
Too bad a couple of his plans had to make rearrangements, since Francis decided to cruise his way over to New York and to the hotel room Yong Soo and Alfred were staying in (while dragging a non-amused Englishman with him).
"Would any of you like tea?" Yong Soo asked, keeping his distance away from France.
"Non, I am fine mon amo-," But the blonde couldn't finish as Arthur yanked on the other's hair.
"I would very much like some, thank you," Arthur said, smiling towards Yong Soo.
The Asian nodded and quickly retreated to the kitchen, only to then bump into Alfred.
"Oh! Sorry man," The blonde quickly apologized, grabbing on the other's arm to keep the Asian from falling.
"I-It's fine," Korea said, looking up at Alfred. He noticed how close their faces were. He blushed and struggled from the other's grasp. Alfred tightened it and pulled the other closer.
"You sure? You look like you have a fever or something. Maybe you stayed outside too long."
And with that, Yong Soo was then finally free from America's strong hands. Alfred turned him away from the kitchen and pushed him to the bedroom.
"A-Alfred-shi?" Yong Soo questioned in surprise.
"Shush. Go rest. You're probably sick. We'll go check you out by the doctor tomorrow." Alfred said, a tinge of worry in his tone.
"But I'm fine daze! I don't need to rest nor do I need to go to the doc-," but was already in the bedroom and forcefully sat on the bed. His forehead was pressed against the other's forehead, causing Yong Soo to blush even more furiously than he already was.
"Wow. You got a serious fever." America muttered. Yong Soo blinked, he looked at the wall behind Alfred.
"Try to get some rest, 'kay? I'll handle France and England," the larger nation then moved away from the Asian and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Yong Soo nodded, even though the other male left the room. His heart was pounding against his chest, almost threatening him to burst out. W-What's going on with me? Am I really that sick? Yong Soo thought, then stood up again to reach out for his travel bag. He took out a white shirt with the Korean emblem on the back. His pajama pants were black and white with checkered patterns. He slipped off his everyday clothes and slipped on the nightwear (even though it wasn't even five o'clock yet, he had to rest anyways).
"I wonder if Aniki ever messaged me!" he Korean whispered, slightly excited. He jumped in bed and broke out his laptop, immediately typing messages to his friends and letting them know to come to the Thanksgiving dinner party he and Alfred are hosting. He quickly received replies.
'AWSOMEE! LIKE ME! I'll come!'
'Cool! Totally coming, like, with Liet!'
'Me and Japan are planning to come anyways, but thank you for the reminder, aru!' Korea smiled.
'WOW! This is great! I'll bring some pasta too along with Luddie.' Korea snickered at the nickname.
Many more replies followed, so he spent the next hour sending messages and going on webcam to see his friends. It was until he got tired from the sending and talking that he fell asleep during mid-cam. His computer shut-off automatically (because the energy-saving laptop originated from him), leaving him to peaceful bliss and silence.