Sick Day *AmericaxReader*ONE-SHOT

Sick Day

The blaring pop music coming from my phone is what woke me from my nap. My eyes blinked open and I lazily answered the call.

"'Ello?" I mumbled, still half asleep. I heard a sneeze and a sniffle come from the other end of the phone, which woke up me up a little. The voice that came out of the phone is what woke me completely.

"[Name]..." Alfred murmured hoarsely, sounding absolutely horrid. I sat up and used my free hand to rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Al? God, you sound horrible. Are you alright?" Even I could hear the evident concern and worry in my tone, which made me blush a little. Yeah, I cared for Alfred, maybe a little more than what was normal, but he would never know that.

"No.. I'm sick, [Name].." Alfred sniffled, sounding pitiful and tired and stuffed up. My expression softened.

"Awe, I'm sorry, Al.. Is there any way I can help?"

"Come over and take care of me..?" I could hear the pout in his voice. And I can't resist him even if I tried. Goddammit.

"'Course, Al. I'll be there in ten." Rolling my eyes at myself, we exchanged goodbyes and I hung up, quickly hopping out of my bed and changing into a pair of skinny jeans and a tank with a button up flannel over it. I ran a brush through my hair before braiding it and placing my glasses on my face, slipping on my socks and shoes. As I walked out of my house I sighed, the things I do for this boy.

Soon enough, I got to Alfred's house. I walked up to the door and raised my hand to knock, but the door opened before I could. A very sick looking Alfred pulled me inside and shut the door behind me. I squeaked and looked at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling sorry for him. His hair was a mess, there were bags under his eyes, and his nose was red. He looked horrible.

"Oh, Alfie.." I sighed. Said boy whimpered and looked at me with big eyes and a small pout. "How long have you been sick?"

"I woke up like this.." Alfred whispered, his voice scratchy and thick. My eyes softened with care for the country and I brushed his hair from his forehead gently.

"It's okay, love. I'm gonna take care of you, okay?" I cooed, smiling softly as he nodded. "C'mon, let's get you up to bed and I'll make you some of my famous homemade chicken soup, yeah?" Alfred brightened up slightly at the mention of my chicken soup, nodding again. I wrapped my arm around him and lead him back up to his room, knowing his house like the back of my hand.

I tucked him into his bed and kissed his forehead before going back down into the kitchen, getting started on making the soup. I hummed softly and danced around while I made it, giggling softly. I quickly finished and put some into a bowl and grabbed a spoon, carefully walking back to Alfred's room without spilling the soup.

"Hey, sweetie, I've got some soup for you," I whispered as I entered his room. Alfred looked up at me with a smile and gestured for me to come over. I complied, padding over to his bedside and sitting down on the bed. "Sit up, Al, so you can eat." He listened to me and sat up a little, looking at me in a way I couldn't define. It brought a faint pink tint to my cheeks.

I fed the soup to him slowly, spoonful by spoonful. He finished it all and I smiled at him. Al smiled back at me before holding his arms out.

"What is it?" I asked curiously, tilting my head in confusion.

"Cuddle with me?" He asked, his voice so childlike and adorable. I couldn't help but nod and crawl under the covers next to him. Al beamed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I closed my eyes and tucked my head into his neck, relaxing. I thought about how I had dreamed of doing this for so long. What snapped me out of my thoughts and into shock was what Alfred whispered into my hair before snoring as he fell asleep.

"I love you, [Name]. Thank you for taking care of me.."

Till Next Time~