You walked through Arthur's front door, not caring that he didn't invite you over. This was a normal thing, you'd show up unexpectedly, he'd shout at you to leave, then you'd stay against his will.
England was a good friend, but he wasn't very fond of you at the same time. You'd shout embarrassing things about him in public, push him into Francis, constantly roast him in the world meetings, and worst of all, talk to his idiotic brother. Not that he was jealous of his brother, he just didn't want two Alfreds in his life, one was already too much. You were nearly becoming a female Alfred from the large amounts of time you'd spend with him and Arthur could do nothing but sit back and watch. It was getting pretty boring just having to watch.
You didn't slam the door this time like you usually did, and Arthur wasn't shouting his head off. He must not have heard you come in. You really didn't care if he was here or not, you just wanted to do something other than sit around your own house and be sick. This cold was really killing you and your sanity. You had taken medications earlier that were just a little too strong for your body to take, so you weren't really thinking straight. You sauntered into his kitchen drowsily, hoping to find some non-burnt food. Since his counters were empty, you checked the fridge. Surely something edible was to be found in there.
The cold of the fridge hit you like a slap in the face since you were already freezing. The blanket around your shoulders was pretty thick so you pulled it up over your head as well. Milk, a few eggs, an apple, a few containers of what looked like it was supposed to be custard ? You immediately drew the line at the "custard" and closed the fridge. Maybe you would have better luck with the pantry.
Pancake mix, cake mix, flour, baking soda, vinegar, a big spice rack, powdered sugar, some Hobnobs, and some oils. This man had nothing in his house that was edible. Sure, the Hobnobs were an obvious option, but you were sick and getting terrible cravings. Maybe you could make something from what he had.
You grabbed all the necessary ingredients and started making simple sugar cookies. You preheated the oven to 375 degrees and set the timer for ten minutes, getting to work on the dough. You neatly arranged the dough on the pan and popped it into the oven.
While you were waiting, you curled up on the couch and pulled the blanket up over your head, taking a quick nap. Not much later, the oven beeped and you waddled into the kitchen. You were really out of it, so without thinking, you tried to grab the pan with your bare hands. Needless to say, it was literally burning hot so you dropped the pan and screamed. Arthur obviously heard this and rushed downstairs to find you cradling your hand on the floor with an upturned pan and cookies all around you.
"(Y/N)!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT??!!"
You simply nodded as you cried and reached out to grab a cookie on the floor in front of you. He jumped over to where you sat and tried to check your hands, but he struggled as you were determined to eat that cookie. "(y/n), will you put the bloody cookie down ?!"
"My cookie's bleeding ?!" You started to cry harder and held the cookie to your chest.
"Wha- (y/n), your cookie's not bleeding, but you're burnt so let me see your hands !"
You glared at him and continued to hold your cookie. "(y/n), wait for it to cool off before you eat it at least, you'll burn your mouth, too."
You continued to glare, then out of nowhere, you tried to shove the cookie down your throat. Arthur had a firm grip on your wrists so you couldn't do anything, so you cried even louder.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!"
"YOU WONT LET ME EAT IT!"
Since you obviously were losing this battle, you decided that you should shove the cookie into his mouth when he was least expecting it instead. He started coughing loudly and had to lean the other direction to avoid coughing on you, which he started to question why he didn't just cough on you in the first place.
You tried to help somewhat by clapping his back, but your hand was still burnt really bad so you ended up crying again.
What a great situation, a sick crying girl next to a nearly suffocating boy.
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You both sat on his couch, not saying a word to each other. There would be the occasional cough from Arthur, but that was about it. He'd already bandaged up your hands, but they didn't really hurt considering your medications you took earlier were helping out. He still didn't know you were sick. He just thought you were starting to act even more like Alfred, so he was still mad at you. You went into a coughing fit all of the sudden and started sneezing within the coughs. He was concerned since he thought there was no reason for you to start coughing. After all, you were the one that suffocated him. He awkwardly tried to pat your back, not thinking that it would really make a difference. You only coughed harder and nearly fell off the couch in the process. Luckily he caught you before you hit the ground and slightly pulled you closer to himself so he could stop you from falling again. It was a bad idea, even if it was supposed to help, because you ended up hacking all over him instead. He was understandably disgusted and pushed you to the other side of the couch.
"Rude."
"Well don't bloody cough on me then !!"
"Oh, I get itttt...... you're one of those.... city boys"
"What is that even supposed to mean ?"
It really meant that you were loopy on medication and didn't understand what you were saying, but Arthur wasn't really catching on.
"Yeaaaaaa, you know, city boys."
"(y/n), you're making absolutely no sense."
"And you're making me even more sick."
3, 2,... "Oooh, you're sick."
You sniffled as a sign of it. "Yep, city boy."
"Why do you keep calling me city boy though ?"
"Well why are you such a city boy?"
"....... Ok, I'm done questioning it. So are you just going to stay here or are you going to go back home?"
"No. I came here because home was boring. I'm staying with my city boy." You draped yourself over him and hugged his torso, already falling asleep. He didn't dare move you, so you he stayed still until he feel asleep himself.
It was moments like these that he truly appreciated. Moments where you gave him peace and quiet compared to the usual shouting. Moments like these where he didn't realize that you would get him sick.
The next two days weren't the best, because you had to take care of Arthur now that you were over the sickness yourself. What a shocker, turns out that he's even grumpier when he's sick. Yay. Well you were pretty happy with that medication you took, and would you look at that, you just happened to have some left over.
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lmao this is disgusting, i literally had no idea what i was going to write then the words city boy popped into my head so i made it the title and tried to write a story off it, and i'm currently extremely sick and this is totally something i would do, so this happened.
