July 4th

Chapter 7

Alfred's POV

Arthur and I have been dating for the past few weeks now and it has been going great, I mean we still argue about every small thing but that is us and I wouldn't have it any other way. We have been inseperable; except the fact that we don't live together yet! I have big plans for that. I had planned on asking Arthur to move in with me during todays meeting but he has not turned up and I cannot reach him on his phone either. The meeting did start two hours ago but I have been unable to concentrate due to the lack of Britishness present, I am getting worried as well. "You can have a 15 minute break and then the meeting will continue." Germany called across the room making all of the nations jump up and run towards the canteen, all except me. I got up from my seat and raced towards my car hoping that no one has seen me, pulling out of the car park I turn and head in the direction of Arthur's house.

-----Time skip-----

After 20 minutes of driving I arrive at his house and slowly make my way up the footpath to his front door, after waiting for my nerves to settle I knock on the door and wait. Arthur why aren't you opening the door? Fishing a key Artie gave me when we first started dating out of my pocket and inserting it into the key hole, opening the door and stepping in making sure to lock the door behind me. "Arthur, are you home babe? Where are you?" Walking into the front room; the first thing that I notice is the mess and disarray everywhere. Crap this is not right, Arthur is the neatest person I know he would never let his place get this bad, unless something is really wrong! "Arthur!" I call out again my voice growing louder and more urgent as I make my way through the house checking all of the rooms: the library, office, kitchen, bathroom and living room, until I am standing directly outside his bedroom door. Waiting outside the door and listening to hear if Artie is in there, hearing shallow breaths and the occassional moan now and then I decide to quietly open the door and walk in, surprised at what I saw.

Arthur was lying on his bed, flushed a bright red and seemingly finding it hard to breath, I rush to his side "Arthur... Arthur, Are you okay? What happened?" He opens his eyes just a crack and looks up at me, still managing to give me a small smile in his state before he answers "Spell... gone wrong... Ill... Frogs fault." I tried to make sense of what was being said, yes I am not as dense as people make out guys alright. "You tried to cast a spell of the frog but it backfired and made you ill instead?" Arthur nods his head wincing in pain as he does so "Is there anything I can do to help? How long is it going to last for?" I am paniking I can tell, my voice is wavering and my hands are shaking, to try and stop them I reach out and gently take Arthur's clammy from the sweat of a fever and interlock out fingers. "It should only last a few days but you should probably go I don't know if it is contagious or not." My grip tightens slightly on his hands as I shake my head "Arthur I refuse to leave you alone when you are in this condition, I mean when was the last time you ate or this place has been tidied? I am going to make you feel better because I am your hero and it is what heroes do best." I give him my best Hero grin and start to get up from my knees so I can sit on the bed next to him "I am not hungry Love, and I will tidy up when I get better," I can see that he is tired as his eyes are closing again and his grip on my hand is loosening but before he goes to sleep there is something he needs to do first. "Arthur babe, before you go to sleep we need to change your cloths, you have been sweating a lot and I don't want you to get any worse," I get off the bed and walk over to his draws which I know house his pajamas, pulling out a pair I walk back over to the bed only to find Arthur struggling to sit up. "Come on Arthur, let me help you." Lightly gripping both of his arms I coax him into the sitting position and start to undress him, pealing off his wet cloths and replacing them with warm pajamas. After lying him back down I pick up his cloths and walk towards the bedroom door pausing in the doorway and turing back around "I am going to make you something to eat for when you wake up, make sure you have plenty of rest and call me if you need anything." Seeing a small nod from the older nation I turn and walk out of the room leaving to door open just in case he decides to call. Walking down the stairs and seeing the mess again I decide to help Artie out and clean up for him, placing the dishes in the kitchen to wash up later and the cloths in the utility room to put on a wash Remember to seperate the colours this time America, don't let what happened last time happen again! Opening the windows to air out the rooms and walking over to the supply closet to gather everthing that I needed for the job.