Arthur
"Would you take your damn medicine, Alfred?"
"No! you're not the boss of me." Alfred shouted.
"Just do it. It takes two seconds." Arthur held up the bottle of Buckleys.
"No!"
"Fine. Be that way. Stay sick." Arthur stormed out of the room, not even bothering to leave the cough syrup behind.
Francis
Francis sat at Matthew's side, pressing his hand to the child's forehead to feel his temperature.
"Poor baby. Here, take this." He held up a spoonful of cough syrup.
Matthew nodded and sucked down the substance, wincing at the taste.
"Très bien." Francis pet his child's head. "Would you like me to sing to you?"
"Oui papa."
Francis curled up next to the boy, his voice bellowing a tune in french that lulled Matthew to sleep.
"Good night mon fils."
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Hetalia Oneshots
FanfictionThese One Shots are based off requests from friends and Tumblr Prompts. They're all hetalia. Feel free to request through PM.
