The Writer and The Café

Chapter Seven

Alfred stared dumbfounded at the man holding him and felt himself slowly leaning closer to Arthur's lips before he pulled back. He could see the disappointment in the Brits face as Arthur tried to pull away from Alfred with pain easily seen in his eyes. Arthur let go and tried to get away from the American but Alfred wrapped his arms around him and pulled Arthur into his chest. "Arthur, ya need to listen to me dude," Alfred murmured calmly. "I want to kiss you, but there are two problems with that. One, is that you're sick. And I really can't get sick dude, at least not for two months, any other time is perfectly fine though."

Arthur was shocked at so much and still couldn't stop himself from chuckling at Alfred silliness. He stopped his laughter and wrapped his arms around Alfred and tried to take in the moment. Tears spilled from his eyes as he heard Alfred say he wanted to kiss him, even if he was being a slight smart ass about it. Then the smile on his face went away as he began to wonder if it was all dream again.

"And the second thing is," he said as he buried his nose into Arthur's soft hair to calm himself down. "I think I want a serious relationship with you, I don't want to move too fast with you and ruin that chance. I want to get know you before we get too attached, if ya know what I mean."

After Arthur heard 'serious relationship' he knew he wasn't going to stop the tears. He held onto Alfred and nodded, letting him know that he agreed with his words. The American would never know how happy he had made Arthur in that moment but it really didn't matter. He didn't even care if he was dreaming anymore, he didn't want his happiness to go away.

"I'd like that," Arthur murmured happily he then realized how dizzy he was and fell into Alfred's arms before blacking out.

Alfred held onto the Brit as he felt him collapse in his his chest. He quickly picked Arthur up into his arms and carried him to his bedroom. Gently kicking the already cracked door open, Alfred stepped into the spotless room and laid Arthur down onto the bed. He laid the back of his fingers against Arthur's cheek and could feel that the Brit was warm with a fever. Alfred began to panic about Arthur's health and about what he should do. He thought about calling for an ambulance but shook the thought from his mind, he believed Arthur might get angry at him for it. Alfred smiled as a thought popped into his head, he could take care of Arthur and they could get closer as he did so.

Running to the kitchen Alfred began to search through the drawers looking for a cloth that he could use to bring down his fever and couldn't find one. He looked down the hallway to Arthur's room before he decided to go to his own apartment and grab one and some medicine. Alfred quickly left the Brits apartment and made sure the door was unlocked so he could get back in, he went into his own home and ran to the kitchen and grabbed a clean wash cloth. He then went to his bathroom and grabbed some pills for Arthur to take to ease his cold symptoms. Alfred left his apartment and ran back to Arthur's and grabbed a water battle from his fridge before he went back to the Brits room.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook Arthur's shoulder trying to wake him up. "Yo, Artie," he murmured as he noticed his eyes slowly open. "I have some pills I need ya to take. They'll make you feel better."

Arthur shook his head no and regretted it due to the stab of pain he got from his head. "I don't want to," he grumbled as he slowly rolled over. "I'll get over this if I sleep long enough." Alfred sighed and placed the pills onto the bedside table, he opened the water bottle and poured the cool liquid onto the rag.

"Come on Artie, roll over so we can try and get your fever down please? It'll feel good," he whined as he laid his hand on the Brits shoulder and tried to roll him. Arthur gave in and did as he was told and rolled over for Alfred. "Don't you dare stay too long you bloody git. I can take care of myself," he mumbled before his eyelids grew heavy and he let sleep overtake him.

Alfred could only smile at the Brit as he placed the cool cloth on his forehead. He seemed so relaxed that it made Alfred think he wasn't even sick at all. His fingers began to run through Arthur's soft blonde hair and Alfred never wanted to stop, but he knew he had to.

Getting up from the bed, Alfred went to the kitchen and got a bowl and poured the water from the bottle into it. He opened the freezer and grabbed a few ice cubes and tossed them into the bowl as well. Alfred then went to the couch and grabbed Arthur's blanket before carrying the two things back to the bedroom. He placed the bowl onto the table and covered the Brit in his blanket to which Arthur smiled in his sleep and snuggled into it. Alfred had to do everything in his power to not hug the smaller man and never let go. He sighed as he sat and watched the Brit sleep and began to look around the room, bored out of his mind.

Alfred saw the Union Jack hanging above the bed and a book shelf completely full of books as well as stuffed animals. He got up to look at them and going that they were as small plushies that children often collect. When Arthur woke up Alfred knew he would be mortified knowing that he had seen them, but he honestly found it kind of cute.

A vibration came from Alfred's pocket caused him to jump in surprise and pull his phone out of his pocket. He had completely forgotten that he had placed it back into his pocket before coming to Arthur's apartment. Glancing at the Brit nervously he stepped out of the room and closed the door before answering.

"Yo dude, what's up?" Alfred asked his now fully awake brother. He knew the Canadian would be ready to rip his head off, but he was normally gentle about it.

"Alfred, we have a problem."

Otaku_Izumi_kun Hun! Hope ya feel better! Please smile today for me! And if not for me then for yourself. And know how great a girl you are! This chapter is for you!