Save Me from Myself [ UsUk/ UkUs ]

"Put a shirt on you wanker!"

Alfred smiled when he noticed that Arthur had fallen asleep. He stood and picked the Brit up, careful not to wake him. Alfred then started towards Arthur's room.

Arthur lazily opened his eyes and could feel himself being carried. When he noticed this, he jumped and almost fell out of Alfred's arms. To keep from doing so, Arthur tightly wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck.

Alfred chuckled slightly. "You fell asleep on the couch so I thought I would take you to your room to sleep."

Arthur tightened his grip around Alfred's neck and closed his eyes. "Just please don't drop me you twat." He said quietly.

Alfred smiled and held Arthur a little closer. "I wasn't planning on it."

Arthur kept his eyes closed for the rest of the way. He heard a door open and soon felt a soft cloth on his back. "Thank you Alfred." He said after opening his eyes. Arthur gently pulled the covers over his legs and up to his chin.

Alfred smiled and nodded before heading out of the room and closing the door silently. He walked back downstairs and sat on the couch.

"Alfred...." Arthur said quietly. Alfred didn't notice him so he tried yelling. "ALFRED!!" He screamed. Maybe that was a bit too loud...

Alfred sprinted up the steps, alomst falling, and burst through the doors panting. "I-... is everything.... okay?" He asked through gasps of air.

"Yes. I'm fine" Arthur said casually

"Then what did you need me for?" Alfred asked.

Arthur began to blush. "W-Well I...." He hesitated before speaking the rest of his words quickly. "I wanted to know if you would stay in here for tonight.... If you don't mind." Arthur couldn't look Alfred in the eyes after what he had just asked.

Alfred blushed but chuckled slightly. "I don't mind. Let me just change real fast." He said before walking out of the room.

I could probably use a clean pair of clothes too. Arthur was still wearing the blood stained clothes form earlier that day. He sat up and slung his legs off the side of the bed. I can't walk even if it wont hurt. What am i suppose to- ...... "NO!!" Arthur didn't mean to yell at the thought but it had just slipped out. He slammed his face into the pillows and began cursing at himself.

Alfred ran into the room wide eyed. He only had sweat pants on and a toothbrush in one hand, holding it as a weapon.

Arthur sat up and saw a half naked Alfred standing in the doorway. He blushed and looked away. "You bleeding idiot! Put some clothes on before coming in here!" Arthur said, irritated.

"You were the one that screamed. How was I to know that you weren't getting attacked or somthing?" Alfred smirked and walked a little closer. "Anyways, why does it matter if I have a shirt on or not? Do you not like the view?" Alfred asked cockily.

Arthur blushed madly and threw a pillow at Alfred. "Put a shirt on you wanker!!" He yelled trying to keep his eyes away from Alfred. "You're lucky i cant walk or you would be dead right now!"

Alfred laughed. "You sure do blush easily. Anyways, even if you could walk, I highly doubt you could hurt me. Dude, you fight like a girl." Alfred smirked at Arthur and moved closer.

Arthur threw the rest of the pillows at Alfred. "I told you to go put a bloody shirt on!" Arthur yelled.

Alfred laughed and walked to the door. "Okay, Okay." He walked back to his room and finished dressing.

Arthur peeked at the door and saw Alfred had left. He let out a sigh of relief and fell back onto the bed. His heart had been beating rapidly and his face was probably blood red by now.

Alfred came back with his hands in his pockets. "Is that better?" He asked while chuckling.

Arthur glanced at Alfred and laid back onto the bed. "Don't do that again." Arthur growled.

Alfred laughed, "Okay, fine. Anyways, you were the one that screamed 'No'. I thought something might have happened to you."

Arthur suddenly remembered the wretched idea that had crossed his mind. He blushed slightly as he thought about it. "I was fine. I just.... had a bad idea." He said nervously.

"What was your idea? I mean it couldn't be that bad." Alfred asked, sounding curious.

Arthur turned away from Alfred and spoke quietly. "I just...." He hesitated for a moment. "I didnt know how i was suppose to dress myself with a wound like this. I thought i would have to have help..." Arthur closed his eyes and scolded himself for thinking of such a ludicrous idea.

Alfred laughed, "You know, you can just ask. I know how bad your wound is and I know you are going to need help with things." He smiled and walked over. Alfred held a hand out to Arthur to help him stand.

Arthur blushed and swatted Alfred's hand away. "Why are you acting so casual about this?! I am not comfortable with having another man undressing me!" 

 "I just thought you might need some help. Anyways, it isn't like it matters." The American said with a shrug. "But if you don't need help, I could just leave."

Arthur hesitated for a moment. He sighed in defeat and pointed at the closet. "Just get on with it."

Alfred walked to the closet and pulled out a grey t-shirt and navy sweat pants. He tossed them to Arthur, "You might want to take a shower though." The American suggested.

Arthur caught the clothes and avoided Alfred's gaze in embaresment. "Could you... carry me?" He asked quietly. 

Alfred nodded and walked back over to Arthur. He picked the Brit up in his arms, carefully, and started towards the bathroom. "I don't mind helping you with anything. So there is no reason to be embarrassed."

Arthur tightly kept a hold around Alfred's neck for the entire time they were walking. 

Alfred reached the bathroom and opened the door. He set Arthur down on the toilet and headed towards the door. "I will go get you a towel." The American said before walking out of the small room.

Arthur reached over and turned on the shower. He adjusted the temperature and waited for Alfred to return. 

Alfred walked back into the bathrrom with a towel and rag. "Here you go. If you need anything else let me know." He said and walked out of the bathroom with a smile.

Arthur took the supplies and set them aside. He careully undressed and pulled himself into the shower.