This is a request from the same requester on last chapter:@nashidrangeel1
Thanks for requesting! This is a ship between America and England. SicFic, to be exact. In this oneshot, they are already boyfriends.
Enjoy!!!
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America walked down the stairs, bleary-eyed, and sat down on the breakfast table. Today was especially not a good day. Yesterday he fell ill, and right now he had a pounding headache. He didn't feel like going to the world meeting at England's place, but he knew he had to. Otherwise people wouldn't start the meeting without him.
He sighed wearily and dragged himself off to the bathroom to make an attempt at freshening up.
When he went out, his hair still looked like a rat's nest. He shrugged, almost falling in the process, and snapped his fingers to teleport himself to the world meeting.
It didn't work.
He panicked. He knew that if he was too tired, the magic reserves that England had made for him would be dead, and would be so until he got better.
He whipped out his iPhone to text England, to find it on 2%. America couldn't text the others because they were not the organizers of the world meeting, so he gave up on trying and just flopped on his bed, that horrible, dreadful, pounding ache still present in his skull.
A buzz rang from his phone, and he reached over to see what the text was.
Then, at that exact moment..
His phone died.
He groaned and took in a shuddering breath, trying to get enough air.
He had just almost drifted to sleep when the doorbell rung twice. He neglected to answer, and the door suddenly slammed open, and a voice yelled out, "America!?"
He inwardly cringed. England was here.
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The door to his bedroom was flung open, and he immediately tried to sit up, only to slump down again on his sweat-soaked sheets.
"Love! You're sick!!" England regarded him in surprise. He rushed to him and checked his temperature.
Arthur cussed."103!! Your fever is rising! Why didn't you tell me!?"
"Couldn't,"he croaked out," Phone ran out of battery."
England, instead of replying, rushed out of the room.
"Hey! Where are you going...?"
"To get meds and food! Hang on!"
England returned a few minutes later and set the medicine and chicken broth on the table. "Eat."
"Smells like tar and ash."
"Stop complaining, wanker."
He complied, and drank the medicine.
England watched, his eyes inscrutable, as he slurped the broth.
"Shouldn't you be at the meeting!? You're the organizer after all..."
England smiled reassuredly."I already texted them." He showed America his phone.
At America's house. Ttyl. Sick.
"Ok, that's good."
A long moment of awkward silence ensued between them, and England finally broke it."How about you sleep, and I'll stay here and make you something for dinner?"
America nodded weakly, and smiled his gratitude. England quickly kissed him, and stood up from the bed."Hope you feel better, love. I love you."
America smiled as he turned onto his side, touching his lips where England had kissed him.
"I love you too..."
And he dozed off, content in his happy dreams.
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Sorry, I know it was bad, just bear with me.
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