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MonaViet: Sick Day
France sighed as he removed the thermometer from Monaco's mouth. 40 degrees Celsius. Her fever was quite high.
And yet she was shivering, and kept demanding that more blankets be placed on her bed. He obliged, but grew more worried every time she would ask for more.
He looked over towards the clock and sighed. He had a meeting in half an hour, but there was no way he could just leave his protégé.
And unfortunately, everyone that he called was busy with something else. Monaco had a habit of speaking only French when she was sick, so that meant he had to ask a French nation. But the Africans had an AU meeting, he highly doubted that Switzerland would be willing to look after her, Belgium and Luxembourg were camping with Netherlands, and Canada would be at the same meeting as him.
The only one he didn't call yet was…
He sighed, knowing that she was most likely going to hang the phone up as soon as he spoke, but he had no choice.
"Ma chère, before you hang up, I have a favour to ask, s'il vous plaît," he said.
There was silence for a moment.
"What is it?" she sighed.
"Monaco est malade, and I have a meeting. She has a cold fever. And when she's sick, she only speaks French."
Silence again.
"I'm assuming I'm the only one left to call?"
"Oui. I know you probably don't want to…"
"D'accord."
"Qoui?"
"I'll look after her."
"Oh, merci, merci, merci! I promise, I'll make it up to you."
"Please don't."
…
Vietnam knocked on Monaco's door, where France said to meet him. She looked around, drinking in the cosy atmosphere.
She turned her attention back to the door when it opened, revealing a relieved France.
"Merci, ma cherie," France said. "You have no idea how grateful I am."
She narrowed her eyes, but said nothing.
"I'll be back in four hours," he said, walking past her.
"France, one thing before you go," she said.
He looked back at her, and she whacked him over the head with her paddle. France said nothing as he scurried away.
Vietnam sighed, bracing herself to take care of the sick girl.
…
Vietnam saw the shivering bundle of blankets, and upon closer inspection, she saw the flushed face of the person underneath.
She placed her hand on the other's forehead, noting the temperature, and sighed, going towards the kitchen and getting an icepack. A cold compress would help lower the fever.
Of course, there was always the alternative of making it too hot for the fever to handle, but she would use that as a last resort.
…
Monaco woke, feeling something on her forehead. It was soothing to her heated skin.
She was thankful that she was no longer cold, but she was incredibly thirsty.
She spotted movement out of the corner of her eye, and she at first thought it was France.
"Je suis altérée," she muttered.
She heard a shuffle, and then water being poured, before the glass was brought to her field of vision.
While she took the glass, she noticed that the hand that handed the glass with the relieving liquid did not belong to France. She could focus on who it was later. At the moment, her thirst needed to be quenched.
When the glass was empty, she gave it to the other, who took it without a word. She then looked up to see the other, and she noticed that it was Vietnam.
"Où est la France?" Monaco asked.
"France is at a meeting," Vietnam replied. "He asked me to take care of you."
Monaco nodded her head, understanding. A bowl of soup was then placed in her line of vision.
"Mangez," the older nation said. "Soup du poulet."
She looked at the soup for a moment before taking it, and reluctantly began to eat. She couldn't even eat half of the soup before she had to set it aside. Vietnam took it without a word.
After that, Monaco drifted back to sleep.
…
When Monaco next awoke, she found Vietnam standing next to her bed, a thermometer in hand. She also noticed that she only had one blanket over her now.
"Put it in your mouth," Vietnam ordered.
Monaco did as told, and they waited for the result. After a minute had passed, Vietnam removed the thermometer from the younger nation's mouth.
"You still have a bit of a fever," Vietnam said, "but it's better than it was. Perhaps you would like a bath?"
The younger thought for a moment, before nodding her head. She was covered in sweat, and she needed to wash it off, and perhaps it could help her cool down.
…
A few minutes after she finished the bath, Vietnam checked her temperature again, and was pleased to note that the fever had subsided, for the moment at least.
"Merci pour votre aide," Monaco said.
Vietnam gave a small, barely noticeable smile, before she gestured to the living room.
"Let's get you out of this stuffy room," Vietnam said. "Maybe we can see what's on the TV?"
…
When France returned, it was to find Monaco and Vietnam on the couch, the TV on in front of them. Monaco was asleep and was using the Asian as a pillow.
France smiled, whispering another 'merci' before going to the kitchen and making dinner for the three of them (hopefully Monaco was able to eat).
…
The next time Monaco and Vietnam saw each other was at the next world meeting.
Vietnam was speaking to Thailand and Taiwan when she suddenly felt arms encircling her waist. She turned to see Monaco standing there.
"Merci encore," Monaco said.
"It really is no problem," Vietnam said. "You're easier to deal with than most of Asia when they're sick. And I enjoyed your company."
And Vietnam gave a small, barely perceptible smile.
The original prompt was: 'One is sick, taken care of by France. Something comes up and he needs to leave, so he calls in a favour. They appreciate each other's company and vow to spend more time together.'
And the part of making it too hot for a fever is, like several other things I write about, based on a personal experience. I had a fever in the middle of a heatwave, and since it was registration time at my campus, I had to be there, and it was the only available day. Since I was changing my course of study, I also had to have a few documents personally signed, so online registration was out of the question. The heatwave combined with the amount of walking I did managed to break the fever.