Hetalia Drabbles

By your bedside (FrUk)

Discpaimer:I do not own the following work of fiction.

France POV

"Poor Britain, He gets these terrible colds all the time. "I said as I watched the blond man lay motionless in the hospital bed. It seems he had caught the flu from staying out in the cold rain for too long. Last time this happened America rudely interrupted and trudged into the room. He placed a hamburger on Britain's forehead and expected it to make him feel better! Well, I guess that's American healthcare in a nutshell. Hopefully we won't have any interruptions this time. I smiled and thought about all the times we've spent together. Some people say we have a love/hate relationship. Even though I often deny it I wish that relationship would lean more to the love side. I've come to know that my heart yearns for him in the strangest ways. I've had many lovers in the past but something about the feelings I have for Britain are different.........Ugh why do I even think about these things. I continued to watch Britain sleep in the bed. An IV is hooked to his arm and is pumping medicine into his bloodstream that will make him feel better faster. His face is a bright scarlet shade from his fever. It's as if he is blushing. O why does he need to be so adorable when he sleeps? For once he isn't angry with my presence. If only he knew....... I slowly bent over him and placed a small kiss on his forehead. After I pulled back he squirmed. He let out a moan and smiled. He must be dreaming. How cute! After I took one last long look at his beautiful, smiling, dreaming face I turned and started for the door to get home and finish some work I've been putting off. As I opened the door I heard my name.

"France....... " Britain moaned in a soft voice.

He must have woken up with my movement. I turned around and walked back up to his bedside.

"France........Is that you?" he said as he slowly opened his gorgeous emerald eyes.

"Yes"

"Why are you here? Have you come to make my time in this awful hospital more unbearable?" He said weakly. Almost as if he whispered it.

I let out a chuckle but on the inside what Britain just said hurt my yearning heart more than you could ever imagine.

" I just came to make sure you're okay. But since I see I'm not welcome here I'll leave you to your suffering!" I scowled and turned my back to him.

" No France! Wait....Thank you......For thinking about me....You're the first person to come visit me."

I smiled and looked over my shoulder at his expression. He was blushing a bit and looking at the wall. It must have taken a lot of inner strength for him to actually thank me.

"You're welcome, old friend."

"France?" He looked up at me with sad eyes.

I sat down on his bedside. "What?"

" Would you mind grabbing me an extra blanket? I seem to have gotten the chills." He asked me.

" Sure." I got off the side of his bed and walked over to the shelf were the nurses stored blankets and grabbed the fuzziest one they had. I slowly placed the blanket over Britain and tucked it around his shoulders. He happily snuggled into the warmth and smiled.

"Thank you." Britain said as he started to slowly drift off. He must be exhausted. I stood by his side until I could hear the soft even breaths of my amour sound asleep. He coughed a few times but other than that he has shown great improvement since he checked into the hospital. He's getting a little healthier everyday. I'm so happy he's getting better. He really worried me for a few days at first. I opened the door to leave yet again since he needed the rest. I took one last look at him over my shoulder. It was weird........He seemed to be shivering in his sleep. He must really have a bad case of the chills still. I came back to his bed and tried to think of what I could do to help him. "This place is kind of chilly." I said to myself. More blankets wouldn't help much so there was really only one thing to do. I slowly pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed next to him, carefully so I wouldn't pull out any of the dangling wires attached to his body. I gingerly wrapped my arms around him. Surprisingly he didn't wake up. I felt his forehead and it seems he still has a slight fever. Britain shuffled a little to get comfortable and cuddled into my chest. His shivering decreased due to my body's warmth. I chuckled at the peaceful look on his face. "You look like a little angel all cuddled up." I whispered into his ear. He snuggled closer to me as if he actually heard. I blushed and smiled to myself. "Je t'aime Britain. Je veux être avec toi pour toujours." I told him and laid my head down on the pillow, nestled with the British man. I then slowly drifted off to sleep with thoughts of my amour and what his nurse will think when she walks in and sees this ohonhonhon~