This chapter will detail what they do when you're sick. Do keep in mind the sickness might not be the same in every entry but I will make that clear.
Alfred (America) -
As we know, Alfred does not fully understand the concept of a cold. This meant that when winter rolled around and you caught a cold for the first time in the season he didn't really pick up on it well.
One morning you woke up with a headache and a clogged up throat and nose. You usually caught a cold during winter so you knew immediately that, that was the issue. Usually you just got on with it so that's what you did that morning.
When you met with Alfred that morning he seemed as cheery and loud as usual. Although he asked why you were coughing and sneezing a lot. You just shrugged and told him you had a cold.
"A cold? Dude, Arthur mentioned something about that before, I don't get what those things are though." he replied with a raise brow. Coincidentally, the aforementioned Brit was just walking by when this was said. He stopped and came over. "You moron, a cold is a sickness. Don't you get it, stupid American? (Y/N) is ill." Arthur explained facepalming at Alfred's unintelligence.
This kicked Alfred in to high gear. He gasped at the information and quickly started pulling you away. "You're sick! Oh god this isn't good!" he exclaimed as he got you into his car. "Come back to my place,you can bunk down there till you're better.". You protested but Alfred insisted, he knew you're apartment got crafty with its many holes and bad heating system.
In normal Alfred fashion, however, he did stop by McDonald's to get some food for you and himself. It wasn't till you got to his home and he had you tucked up in bed, after taking medicine, that you weakly told him you couldn't eat.
Usually this would upset the blonde American but today he smiled sympathetically and kissed your head. "It's okay, doll. You just try to get some rest." he murmured before letting you sleep.
Arthur (Britain) -
This man got sick a lot himself. So he understands how much it sucks. One day you were feeling particularly awful. You couldn't put your finger on it but you were shivering a lot and weren't eating much.
Arthur had noticed but supposed that you were just having a bad day. he tried to make things better with some cuddling on his couch, whilst watching an old movie. After some time carrying on in this manner you started t feel dizzy. You squinted your eyes as your head spun. Arthur looked over and supported you so he could take a god look at you.
You were paler than you were earlier. Your eyes were gaining dark circles and you looked really unwell. "Love, you're not alright. Maybe we should get you to bed." he said with worry in his voice. "Arthur I'm fine-" you attempted to reply before rushing off to the bathroom. You started violently throwing up in the toilet. Arthur didn't take long to run over and support you. After you were done you two stayed on the floor, the panicking blonde holding you.
"You're not fine. You're going to bed." he said firmly as he picked you up.Now you were too tired to protest so you just laid there limply in his arms. In ten minutes you were tucked up in bed with some water. Arthur stood and smiled at himself knowing you were now able to get some rest. Then he did something unexpected, he climbed inside with you.
"I'll stay. I don't want you to be on your own right now, in case you stomach virus gets worse." he explained as he wrapped his arms round you. He smiled looking down at you, his emerald green eyes shining with glee. After that it didn't take long to fall asleep.
