A Spoon Full Of Sugar (Sick!England x Sweet!Reader)

1 - The Sick Brit

Today was the day you'd go out to buy your friend their birthday gift, you could still make the market sales if you hurry. Going downstairs you see that your room mate had fed Iggy already so pet the feline once before slipping your shoes on.

"Be good, Iggy! I'll be home soon!" You giggle when getting a simple meow back from the Scottish fold. The moment you step outside into the cold you wrap the scarf around your neck tighter.  Weather in England was so strange, but you had to admit the snow was pretty.

It was only after you got a few steps from your house that you got a familiar call from your BFF Alfred. Flipping the phone open you held it away from your ear as the male shouts. "Yo, Dudette Iggy is dying!"

You felt a rush of cold sweat run down your cheek as you tried to register what he just said.

Wait...this is Alfred we're talking about.

"Hold on, hold on. Calm down and explain Alfred." You nod a few times as the American explains that Arthur had fainted earlier that day. Come to find out the Brit had a terrible fever. "I'll be over soon."

Hanging up you heave a sigh knowing you weren't gonna get your friends gift anytime soon at this point. "Sorry Megan."

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"Arthur are you home?" You knock at his door for the fourth time and ended up shuffling with the grocery bag at hand. "Coming, love.." You heard a series of coughs before the door opens to reveal a sick friend with a blanket draped over him.

He looked worse than he sounded on the phone. Red nose, paler complexion, and he seemed terribly weak. Even so you could see he was trying to put on an act of being able to walk fine.

Judging by how he stumbled to escort you to the kitchen you could tell that wasn't working out.

You took out the can of soup setting it aside with the juice you'd bought for him to, as well as the medicine you knew he'd hate. Alfred was worse when it came to this stuff, however you could see where he gets it from.

"Do you need any h--," you cut the gentleman off. "No no you. bed. now."

Turning him around gently you push the male gingerly upstairs. "I'll be up in a minute with your soup."

Seeing him pout about not being able to help you made a small smile tug at your lips. "Thank you." He mumbled heading to his bedroom. When you hear the door click a hum of approval passes as you go back to the kitchen and spend the next ten minutes making his soup.

Some fresh fruit you found in his fridge was cut up and pout in a small bowl.

One by one each item was set on a rather beautiful tray he had on hand. It had a rose design on it which oddly enough made you want to have tea.

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Upstairs you help the Brit sit up setting the tray in his lap so he could eat. Despite the kitchen already being cleaned up you thought best to leave him be while he eats. "I set your medicine aside so take it after you eat. If you need anything else just let me know." Smiling you turn and go off back downstairs.

He was oddly quiet this whole time.

Did you do something he doesn't like?

One more glance over the kitchen along with a quick scrub down and you were tired. His place was much bigger than you'd like to admit, so that meant a bigger kitchen.

"I'll just rest my eyes for a few moments."

Practically melting into his soft sofa you cuddle up to a pillow curling up.

*~(Timeskip)~*

He'd headed downstairs to put his dishes up refusing to call you to take them. What kind of gentleman would he be sick or not to allow his crush to wait on him hand and foot.

"When is this cold going to pass?" He asked the air mostly. "I knew I shouldn't have tried that spell." It always back fires on him, when will he learn.

Now that he thought about it where were you?

It was so quiet in the house he'd up and forgot you were here as a guest.

Tightening the blanket around his shoulders Arthur sets off to search for your form. He, however didn't travel far because there on the sofa, you were curled up like a cute kitten joined by his cat Iggy. The name wasn't his idea, Alfred gave it to him.

When you began to shiver he walks over accidentally waking Iggy up.

"Mrow..?" He tilts his head.

"Shh, we don't wanna wake sleeping beauty?" He smiled.

With ease Arthur lifts your body carrying you off to his guest bedroom where you were tucked in. He took the utmost care to dot on you momentarily and take your extra constricting top off leaving you in your sweater.

While asleep you clung to his sleeve refusing to let it go.

Now this was a problem. If he yanks his hand away you'll wake up..but if he lays in bed you could get sick.

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He got into the bed.

Emerald eyes look over your sleeping form as his fingers rake through your hair as best he could. Being this close to you always did get his heart to hammer in ways no other could.

What was it about you?

It might be your personality, or that you seemed to always be there when he needed you.

He didn't care.

With one kiss to your forehead he cuddled closer. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"..Love you too, Arthur."

He froze looking down to meet shining (E/C) orbs looking warmly back into emeralds. Well...this wasn't how he pictured the moment to happen.

"You feeling better?" Your voice was soft still partially groggy from that nap. It's hard as is to stay awake now with all the extra warmth he provided. "Y-yeah..thanks, (Y/N)." He mumbled still not able to wipe the surprise from his face.

You lean in pressing soft lips to his cheek and go back to cuddling. "Good. You owe me one." With those words you fell back to sleep later to be terribly embarrassed at these events, while Arthur would enjoy teasing about it.

His smile never falling the British gentleman held you close actually glad that spell backfired. It was worth taking that awful medicine.

That is until you get sick the next week and it's his turn.

OMAKE

ACHOO!

"How..how did I even get sick?" You sniffle feeling just awful as your boyfriend whips you up a nice big bowl of soup.

All you remembered was hugging him, that couldn't be enough.

Arthur would never tell you about the kiss he stole while you slept next to him that night.