A cure for the damned

Chapter 3

France POV

England has just been lying there on his bed, fidgeting slightly in his sleep for hours. With pain etched on his face. He was running a high fever, trying to keep away from the cold, but trying to run away from the heat. It pained France to see his cher in so much discomfort and pain.
He brush his fingers gently through the Brits hair. It was oily and discussing but he couldn't care less. He moved his hand down to his flushed cheek. Arthur relaxed slightly and leaned into his comforting touch as if it could save him from the burning.
This only upset Francis more, and the tears silently fell again. The room was ticking thanks to the clock that was hanging on the wall.
Tick-Tock
It relaxed him, the steady beat of sounds. It was better than complete silence. That would have sent him insane. Or even more so.
Tick-Tock
There was a harsh breath that came from England. France hastily wiped away the tears. Scared that if England saw his tears that he would direct all the attention to him. Which is not what he needed.
Tick-Tock
England was twisting and squirming quite a bit. Was he having a nightmare?
Tick-Tock
One deep breath
Tick-Tock
Breath out
Tick-Tock
England relaxed again, his breaths deep and even. He will be alright once he wakes up. Of corse he will.
France stands up again and walks to the door and looks back to England one last time. He seems calm now. So he exits the door and closes it softy.
Tick-Tock
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Hello everyone!!
I'm Nigel No-Body nice to meet you all.
(I'm sorry it's so short please don't eat me)
I'm great! How are you?

I need your help though! I'm not the best at writing and I'm defiantly no good at inspiration so I need some fillers!! Any ideas?

PS. I'm Australian that's why the spelling may be different. If you were wondering.
~Nigel OUT!