Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
Fire Emblem Awakiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing... I already won it, once.
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Alfred leaned against the giant tree, and closed his eyes. He could feel every little bug, crawling on his skin, but he couldn't kill them. He could barely move, without his entire body hurting from the strain it was forced to endure the night before.
He's been outside for at least an hour, now, and he was sick of it. He couldn't even enjoy the scenery around him, because he didn't have his glasses on him. He gasped when he heard the sliding door open.
"Don't worry. I'm just here to bring you back inside, unless, you want to stay out?" Alfred shook his head, but that wasn't a good enough answer for Ludwig. "Do you want to go back in?" He nodded. "Can you TELL me that you want to go back inside?"
"I-I want to go back inside... Please?"
Ludwig couldn't help but smirk at the added "please" at the end. He unlocked Alfred's collar from the tree, but he kept the chain around the tree. Alfred was picked up bridal-style, again. He was set down on the couch. Ludwig sat next to him. Alfred was moved so he was sitting on Ludwig's lap, making him tense up.
"Are you hungry?" Alfred shook his head. "Are you thirsty, then?" Again, Alfred shook his head. Ludwig sighed. He placed his palm on Alfred's forehead, and groaned. Ludwig moved Alfred back on the couch, and left him alone in the living room.
Alfred was able to relax, a little. He knew that it was probably a very temporary thing, before Ludwig comes back.
Alfred gasped in surprise, when he heard Ludwig come back. "Open your mouth, and lift up your tongue." He was confused, but obeyed. A thermometer was shoved under his tongue, making him even more confused. "Keep that in there for a few minutes."
'Why? I don't feel sick, or anything...'
Ludwig left Alfred alone in the room, to check on the people he left in his basement. He sent the one nameless girl he was "taking care of" down there to feed the other two males a while ago. She yelped, startled, when Ludwig was walking down the stairs. She looked almost guilty, once Ludwig actually saw her.
"What are you still doing down here?"
"T-This man..." She pointed to one of the three men. "He's refusing to eat. I've been trying to get him to eat something for a while, now."
Ludwig sighed. "Then he'll starve until dinner time. You can just set that dish down on the kitchen counter, or something. I'll make him eat what's on it, later. Just make sure you put a paper towel above it, or something. You may... Read a book, or something, until I need you, again."
The woman nodded, and left the basement, with Ludwig. She went into the kitchen, where Ludwig went back into the bedroom, and grabbed the thermometer. He checked the number, and sighed. "Thirty-eight..."
"What?!" Alfred blurted out. "That's not even... What?!"
"What's- oh. No, this is celsius. Your temperature is thirty-eight celsius, which is about a hundred point five in fahrenheit. You have a small fever."
"Oh..." He sighed in relief.
"I would be a lot more worried, if you were thirty-eight degrees in fahrenheit, in more ways then... Well, I can't imagine. You know, that's the first sentence that wasn't forced out of you, ever since your... Breakdown."
Alfred looked down at his lap. He flinched, when he felt a hand in his hair. Ludwig sighed again. Alfred was back to staying quiet.
"You MAY talk, you know." Alfred kept his body tensed up, until the hand was removed from his hair. "I'll go grab your glasses, and a shirt."
Alfred almost wanted to say "thank you," but he kept quiet, even when Ludwig returned with the promised items. He tried to lift his arms enough to at least put on his own glasses. The fact that he could barely moved was frustrating him.
"You know what? Nevermind."
He still had help from Ludwig. He was picked up, and carried back to the bedroom. He was set down on the bed, without having his ankle attached to the bed by hand cuffs. Ludwig covered his body with a blanket, and removed his glasses, again.
"You just rest until you can move, again. I have to... Go check something."
He was planning on sending Alfred to an asylum-like hospital, if Alfred still refuses to talk more than he has to, by the time he can move around again.
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It's almost have been a month since I posted the last chapter of this. I haven't been feeling like making anything for a while, now!
And also, Fire Emblem Awakening. THAT took a few weeks of my life.