(( Bonus chapter! Thanks for all the favorites, watches, and comments! As a reward, here's just a little extra chapter of fluff fluff fluff. Just a cute idea that I thought of, and decided to add to this story as extra stuff.
You guys deserved this. I hope that you enjoy it!
Bonus chapter… commence!))
Arthur paced back and forth in the hallway outside of the room. He looked really nervous, as he tried to keep as quiet as possible to listen for any sort of noise. If anything happened, he would be right there. If he were needed, he would be right there.
Caving in to his worry, England quietly pushed the bedroom door open a bit more to peek through. Just like when he had checked last time, less than ten minutes ago, America was still in bed. He slept restlessly through his fever, his small body curled up under the covers of the over-sized bed.
Arthur sighed, and consigned himself back to waiting in the hallway while pulling the door closed behind himself. It took willpower not to turn around and look again when he heard a few small coughs come from the darkness of the room.
He hated this feeling. The anxiousness and concern gnawed at his insides like the sensation of hunger. True, the doctor said that Alfred would feel better with some rest and nutritious food, but it was still hard to see the little ball of energy so debilitated at the moment. He never knew how strange it would be to have a sunny day without a small child running around and causing all sorts of mischief. This was the first time he had ever had to take care of a sick child.
Suddenly, he heard his name being faintly called out. Without hesitation, Arthur hastily left his post to join the younger boy.
"I'm here, what's wrong?" he quietly and tenderly asked while kneeling down beside the bed.
Alfred stared at him through tired, half-lidded eyes. "My throat hurts," he quietly whined.
"Then I'll get some cold water for you, alright?" Arthur offered.
As he went to leave, he was stopped by another complaint, "I can't sleep. I want to go with you…"
England sighed. "You would be better off resting in bed," he said.
"No. It's too quiet. I want to go with you," America whimpered.
Arthur knew that he wouldn't be able to say no to the poor thing anymore. He just looked so pathetic and sad. With a sigh, he went to retrieve a soft blanket from nearby. Alfred sat up on his own as Arthur went to wrap the blanket around him.
America lifted up his arms while opening and closing his hands, signaling that he wanted to be picked up and carried. With a smile, England complied, gently lifting Alfred off the bed to be held close to his chest, slightly upright. The kid held on tight to the other's shirt as he slowly walked out of the room and down to the kitchen. Alfred squinted a bit in the light.
Keeping a firm hold on Alfred with one arm, Arthur used his free one to retrieve a cup. He then poured some water from the pitcher he brought in earlier into the cup. It was relatively cool, instead of being room temperature. Setting down the pitcher again, Arthur held the glass for Alfred as he gulped it down.
"How is that? Do you feel better?" he worriedly asked.
America nodded in return, burying his face into England's shoulder.
Arthur smiled. "It's a nice day today. Let's get some fresh air." He carried the little boy outside to his back porch, and took a seat on one of the chairs in the shade. Everything outside was dry now, since it stopped raining yesterday. He relaxed backwards a bit so America would be laying down on his chest. He made sure that the blanket was still covering him, except for his head and the small fist firmly grasping his shirt.
Alfred was tired, but he kept his eyes open, staring off into space.
Arthur gazed at him, and heaved a sigh. "I told you that playing outside in the rain and mud was a bad idea," he chastised. "See what happened?"
America curled up a bit, looking more miserable now. It made England instantly feel bad for bringing up the subject. As an apology, he rubbed Alfred's back comfortingly. The little boy closed his eyes, succumbing to his exhaustion and slight fever.
About five minutes later, Arthur decided that he should bring America back inside. The poor thing was started to shiver. He gingerly stood up, and hiked the child up a little while giving his back a pat or two.
Alfred's eyes opened up again, and he asked, "Where are we going?"
"Back to your room, of course," the other answered.
"I don't want to," he instantly responded.
"The more you rest in bed, the sooner you'll feel better," England explained.
"No," America whined, his big blue eyes starting to tear up. "I don't want to!"
"I'm sorry, kid. But I'm only thinking about your health."
"No~oo… I don't want to… I don't want to go to bed," Alfred sobbed, getting upset and crying. "I don't want to go to bed!"
"Sorry, big bad England says so. God forbid, he thinks about making you well again," Arthur teased, as he felt guilty. America continued to cry, getting tears and runny snot soaked into his caregiver's shoulder. He persisted to hoarsely whine and hiccup and sob until they reached his room again.
While keeping a firm embrace around the young nation, Arthur slipped off his own shoes at the bedside, and then unwrapped the blanket. Alfred started to grow quiet, watching England. He looked a bit surprised as England lay him down, then knelt on the edge to pull the covers away. With a grunt, he collapsed down beside America, and pulled the sheet and blanket over the both of them.
Arthur wiped away the child's tears for him with his sleeve as Alfred said, "But… you're not sick. Why are you laying down?"
"Taking care of you has made me tired," England explained with a yawn. "You don't mind if I share the bed with you, do you?"
America stared up at him, then quickly shook his head with a smile. He nestled up to England as the other adjusted his own position to hold the little boy.
In no time at all, Alfred was asleep with a faint smile on his face. Arthur smiled at this, then allowed himself to drift off into a nap.
(( Thanks for reading, everyone! I'll try to write another fic with this pairing as soon as I come up with an idea. Thanks for your commentary and support! ))