APH DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Heres chapter 3! Well guys I would like for those who reviewed and thank you for reading. It's New Years Eve! 2010 was fun, anywhos, I'am working on chapter 4 and it will be posted soon!
Alice made her way to Alfred's room. Truth be told, she was nervous on what could happen. Her reaction to Alfred's afternoon confession could've been the cause for the sudden change in his condition. Alice sighed as reached the door to his room. She carefully balanced the tray on one hand as she knocked on the door. There, she didn't hear anything but the water running. Worried, Alice turned the doorknob and let herself in. the room was dimly lit, the only light source was coming from a lamp on the night stand by Alfred's bed, and the bathroom. 'Wait.. The bathroom?' she thought. Alice placed the tray on the night stand and looked back towards the bathroom. There she saw an all too familiar silhouette.
" What are you doing here?" Alfred asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.
" What do you think? I'm just here to- wait a minute did you take a cold or hot shower?"
" Why are you here?" he asked again, this time his hand dragged the towel on his head to cover his face. He heard Alice sigh and suddenly found her right in front of him. He jumped a bit when she grabbed the towel from him and began to dry his hair.
" Well, I was just going to give you your food, but you took a shower-"
" and?" Alfred asked as he moved Alice's hand and the towel. He looked down waiting for an answer, but Alice seemed too busy with drying his hair. Before he could drop his hand to his side Alice began to reply.
" and what?" she asked. 'Of course, she'd answer with a question' he thought. Alfred sigh, which to his surprise actually got Alice to stop. She moved the towel so that she can see Alfred's face. " Well?" she waited for an answer.
" Why are you still here?" he asked. At this Alice grabbed the towel planted her hands on the sides of his head ( with the towel blocking it) and again, began to dry his hair.
" Well, I don't have anything against people taking a shower when they have a fever, but it's important to dry up as fast as you can when you have one." as soon as she said she looked at Alfred. "….and why are you not wearing a shirt?" she asked. Alfred looked down, he completely forgot that he was only wearing pajama bottoms over his undergarments, he wasn't wearing a top at all. He saw Alice shaking her head as she paused on drying his hair. As soon as she resumed, she was suddenly pulled into a hug.
" America!" she yelled. " What are you-"
" I'm hugging you" he said, his whimsical tone kicking in.
" I can see that you git, now, why are you hugging me?" at this she felt Alfred shiver.
" 'cause I'm cold" he said. With this Alice began to panic.
" What the hell! Alfr- America if you feel cold you should cover up" at this she felt Alfred's weight get heavier. " What the hell are you doing?" she asked. She felt her knees bending from the added weight. 'this guys is heavy' she thought. Suddenly Alfred relaxed, but sadly, his weight completely fell on Alice. Alice fell to the ground.
" Bloody hell, America!" she screamed, hoping that Mathew would hear her. Alice tried to get up, but Alfred's weight was too heavy.
"England, I fell really dizzy right now" he said.
" OF COURSE YOU WOULD YOU STUPID GIT." she yelled. 'Can anyone even hear me?' she thought. " can you atleast move your arms?" she asked.
"uhm, I'm kinda in pain here England, so I really wouldn't want to move."
"oh, for the love of- America, do help me and yourself, and please, just prop yourself up by your arms." she heard Alfred grunt.
" fine" he said. Alice felt the weight get off of her. She finally felt herself breathe, she quickly slipped out of her predicament. She stood up and then grabbed Alfred by his arm.
" What are you doing?" he asked. She looked back at him, he was confused on why she had an annoyed expression.
" For once, can you stop asking questions and let me do what I need to do?" she asked, flashing a ' just shut up or else' smile'. Alfred nodded in silence. The next seconds of his life amazed him as Alice managed to turn around and out him on her back. 'a Piggy back ride? Won't I crush her?' he thought. He snapped back into reality as he hears her grunt.
" Heavy aren't I?" he asked.
" shut it git." she said in a hurried grunt. She slowly took a step to the side. " it's not like I think that you're a little kid, certainly not."
" isn't my weight like, I don't know, crushing you?"
" like I said, shut it you git" she muttered under her breath. She suddenly turned around and with her last energy, she jumped back, knocking her and Alfred into the bed.
"oof!" Alfred said, the little weight on him suddenly disappeared when Alice jumped off the bed. He sat up, only to be brought down by a blanket Alice was dragging across his bed.
" Geez, you may say you have grown up, but you're still a big baby" Alice said as she sat down on the side of his bed. Alfred sat up and observed his former mentor. Her hair braided and spun around into a little bun at the bottom of her head. Her back was turned to him, but she sat in a slanted manner that he could still see her face, he watched as her chest moved in unsteady rhythm, her breath was uneven. Alfred let out a sigh knowing that he was again, a burden to England. As he look away he felt a warm steam brush up against his cheek. He turned to face Alice only to find her holding a spoon filled with chicken noodle soup.
" What the hell-"
" You need to eat." Alice said cutting him off, she moved the spoon closer to his mouth. Alfred stared at it, and then at Alice. "America-"
" I'm not a baby England" he said. At this Alice looked at America.
" Sure you are, you're a childish grown up man" she said. At this Alfred looked at Alice.
" I' AM NOT A-" at that instant England shoved the spoon full of hot chicken soup into his mouth. "mff-!" Alfred yanked the spoon out of his mouth and forced himself to swallow.
" WHAT THE HELL ENGLAND! YOU JUST DON'T GO SPOON FEEDING ME WITH YOUR HOMEMADE SOUP!" at this Alice, flinched. She didn't know what was worst, the fact that Alfred would reject her food or the fact that, or the fact that America was screaming at her.
" I didn't cook the soup or any of the food you git, Toris did all of the cooking." at this Alice began to stand. Suddenly she felt Alfred's hand gripping her hand.
" Don't go!" he said, she suddenly felt his grip loosen. She sighed as she sat back down on the side of the bed,
" Fine, I guess I'll stay." she then grabbed the bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Alfred. " here, go eat this" he hesitantly grabbed the bowl as he began to eat the soup. She looked at Alfred and then sighed again. Alfred handed her the bowl, he looked away as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. As she placed the bowl back onto the tray she heard a distinct sound. She looked towards the window, and then at Alfred, to her surprise his eyes were already widening. She walked towards the window and moved the curtain. The soft patters of the rain drop made her smile. Suddenly she saw a distinct flash of white 'hm, thunder and lightning? this storm is pretty bad' she thought. She looked back and saw a small lump of white on the bed. She walked over to the bed. A small smile presented in her face.
" don't tell me that you're still afraid of the thunder." she asked. She watched as Alfred pulled the blanket down to look at her.
" I'm not scared…I just don't like the sound."
" lie"
" no, I'm not"
" damn lie America"
" no I'm not ly-" suddenly another crashing sound came, sending the poor boy back into the his little den. Alice then began to laugh.
" Sure America, you grew up" she stated as she made her way to the door.
" England!-" another crashing sound came. " Don't" another crashing sound. "Leave-" another crashing sound.
" Damnit! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME" he finally screamed out before another crashing sound came. He then felt a soft pat on his shoulder.
" You know, you're still such a child." she said as she sat down the side of his bed.
" America, you should really sleep, you need your rest." at this Alfred laid down. He turned and hugged Alice around the waist.
" Don't leave me Iggy, please don't" he said as he buried his face into his pillow. Alice looked down and began to pat his head." Will a song make you feel better?" she asked. He looked at her as he moved his head. He managed to get a small peek at her. Her messy tied up hair, her gleaming green eyes. He hugged her close and nodded. Alice stared out into the room and then looked at Alfred. She began to comb his hair with her hand.
" Well what do you want?" she asked Alfred. Alfred looked up.
" I don't know, Disney? Something French? I don't know."
" Well that was not helpful" Alice said as she looked away.
" Hush little baby, don't say a word, Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird" she started
" What the hell England, I'm not a baby" Alfred protested.
" And if that mocking bird won't sing, Papa's gonna you a diamond ring" at this Alfred pulled Alice down, making her lay down next to him. " I'm not a baby!" he yelled in her face 'although I wouldn't mind buying you a diamond ring' he thought.
" and you yelling at me proves what?" she asked. Alfred looked at her. Her green eyes were gleaming behind her glasses, her soft smile was on her face. She brought one hand up to his forehead and another to hers.
" Well you temperature seemed to have gone down." she said, but Alfred didn't hear any of that. Instead he was hearing her breath, and he noticed how their faces were close. too close to each other. He leaned closer to her, which made her jump.
" America?" she asked, looking at him wondering what he was up to. Suddenly Alfred buried his head onto the crook of her neck. "AMERICA" Alice exclaimed as hot breaths landed on her neck. She tired to move his head off her shoulder. " What are you-"
" What I said earlier.." he began. Suddenly his grip on Alice tightened. "I meant it..not as a child…" she heard a small sob escape his lips.
" Alice Kirkland… answer me..do you love me the way I love you?"
I'am so sorry to leave you guys at that note. DDx. anywhos, the lullaby England was singing clearly was not made by me. The history of this Lullaby was interesting, it's been said that it originated in America ( because of the mockingbird), but some say it originated in Europe. Honestly I do not know which to believe since the song is very old. Thank you for reading, please review! and I have any errors please tell me, my grammar is very horrible. :D Thanks you! w