War of Roommates (USUK)

Fourteen

It was late at night, and in the household of Rodereich and Elizabeta were full of smaller micro-nations and two nations who were worn out after the ordeal.

Alfred sat next to Arthur, applying pressure to the wound on the back of the British man's head, all the while trying to hold his leg still so he could recover himself.

"Is he going to be alright?" Peter asked worriedly as he sat on the floor, waiting for the injured man to wake up from his unconcious state.

Elizabeta nodded as she applied another ice pack to the swollen part of Arthur's head.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be perfectly fine. Ve just need to apply some ice and bandages in order to clean him properly up."

Peter only sighed in response, as he sunk back down to the floor.

A knock was heard at the door, and Elizabeta told Alfred to keep applying pressure to the wound until she got back.

"Peter! Tino and Berwald are here to pick you up!"

Peter scrambled up from the floor and shouted, "Coming! Tell Arthur to get well soon!"

As more hours passed and the later it got, all of the micro-nations made their way back home to their guardians while all the while, Kugelmugel was sketching Arthur and Alfred asleep together on the couch; Alfred still kneeling on the floor with the ice pack in hand.

"Alfred...Alfred?" Elizabeta murmured quietly as the American woke up from his slumber, slightly groggy from his nap.

"I think jou boys should be getting home, after all, aren't jour  first quarter exams coming up soon? I'm not zhe only one who still has to study." The Hungarian woman said gently.

Alfred nodded as he picked up Arthur with both hands and began to walk out.

"Don't jou vant a ride?" Elizabeta asked, suddenly worried that Alfred didn't have a car.

"Nah man, it'll be fine. I can carry dead-weight here with me. Eventually he'll wake up and slap me in the face."

At least, that's what the American hoped he would do soon since the Brit has been out for a couple of hours. He was unsure if he was knocked out from his head injury, or that he was just tired.

Nonetheless, the American hobbled out with his coat wrapped around the British nation as he made his way back to his room.

As he was walking, he noticed Arthur twitch slightly in his arms, but then snuggled closer to Alfred's warmth.

The American's face slightly felt red at this action, wondering if he was actually awake, but yet, the smaller man's eyes were closed and his breathing felt calm.

"What a free-loader..." Alfred thought to himself as he continued to hold him closer as he saw the school come into sight.

"Finally..." Alfred muttered to himself, but then felt somewhat sad that he had to let Arthur go so soon. He felt the corners of his mouth go up slightly as he whispered under his breath, "You're kinda cute when you sleep like that..." The thought soon crossed him as bizarre when he reached their dorm room door.

"Wait! What am I thinking!? I'm not enjoying this at all! What the hell has gotten into me? Did I hit my head hard too?" Alfred internally screamed at himself as he fumbled for his dorm key in his pocket, all the while trying to balance the Brit with one arm.

Once he made his way indoors and put Arthur upon the Brit's bed, he he'd his head in frustration, wondering what had gotten his h ad spinning so badly.

"It must be stress or something..." The American concluded as he laid down on his own bed.

He pulled up his phone to see if he had any messages, but saw that he had none, which kind of bummed him out since he wasn't that tired.

Alfred looked over at Arthur who had made himself comfy again in his own bed, and was starting to awaken.

Afraid that the Brit had heard him earlier, he yanked the covers over his head and pretended to sleep as Arthur started to come to his senses.

"Alfred? Are you awake?" Arthur hoarsely muttered out as he felt his head to feel that it was all bandaged up.

Hearing no response, Arthur assumed that he had fallen asleep.

"Elizabeta must have driven us back...what even happened while I was out?" Arthur wondered, but only shrugged it off as an accident probably caused by the bloke next to him.

Then again, he did remember being launched into the forest with Alfred, and that something had cushioned most of his fall.

"Was it...Alfred?" Arthur thought to himself as he looked over at the bundle of blankets breathing somewhat quietly.

"No...that doesn't seem right...Alfred hates him...hell, he probably was the one that shoved him into this mess!" Arthur thought indignantly, but a part of him hoped that the American hadn't done that.

"Maybe he isn't all that bad..." The Brit muttered to himself as he peered over again at Alfred to see if he was truly asleep, and it seemed like it to him.

Looking around to see if anybody was there with them, Arthur whispered out something barely audible, "Thank you Alfred...you really are a good guy aren't you?"

The man never noticed the shakiness in the Americans breathing as he turned off the lights and rolled over to go to sleep.

"That old man definitely hit his head too hard, I just know it!" Alfred thought to himself as he curled up into a tighter ball under his covers, tired of just today in general.

(Authors Note: Guess who's back from the dead?)