FrUk one shots

Medicine is in the kitchen

"A-A-Achooo!" Francis sneezed and groaned, for just being sick it hurts more then you would think. Arthur watched with a little concern from the door way, he knocked softy on the door frame and slowly walked into the bedroom.

Francis sat there, looking miserable. He was curled up in 4 different blankets and had a half empty Kleenex box beside him, hair mussed and nose red, also cheeks red and eyes blood shot from lack of sleep. Arthur slowly walked over to him and Francis now noticed his presence.

Francis lifted his head and gave him his best smile. " Ah...b-bonjour, Angleterre." he said, voice straining. Arthur sighed and walked over to his bedside, sitting gently on the soft blankets. "Shhh. Don't speak it will just make your voice and throat worse." he whispered. Francis looked a little surprised but smiled softy none the less. Francis still managed to make Arthur melt from his dashing good looks and sweet smile, even when he was sick.

Francis then covered his face, feeling self conscious. Arthur looked worried and asked "What's wrong? You never hide your beautiful face from anyone." he blushed realizing what he said but tried to brush it off.

"I look terrible, I feel terrible and I just want to die so this pain will go away." Francis said, being a drama queen as always. Even though Arthur knew that he was half joking he still took that comment to heart and held France close to him. "What is causing you pain? Where does it hurt?" Arthur asked and ran his fingers through France's hair softly, mesmerized by how it felt and looked like silk.

France groaned again and said in a hoarse voice "My head is killing me, my face is burning but I'm freezing cold." Arthur nodded and said "I will be right back, I promise just stay here." he got up and quickly left the room and went to the washroom to find medicine. He then realized that Francis's stuff was in the kitchen. "Bloody frog." he mumbled and grabbed the closest cold medicine, he also grabbed some Advil in hopes to help France's headache.

England ran back in with the medicine and a cup of water to help wash it down. He walked over to France and placed his lips on France's forehead to see just how hot it was. As he did so, he swore he saw France's face get redder. He pulled back with eyes wide and concerned, "Your burning up." he said and grabbed the thermometer he brought with him.

After a while Arthur took the thermometer out of France's mouth, looking down at the number "101, that's not good at all." he said to mostly himself. He turned around and handed France the pills and medication he brought with him, France took them gladly and leaned back in his bed. England smiled softly and said "You need your sleep, love." leaning down he moved France's hair out his face and kissing his forehead gently. France nodded and his eyes fluttered closed.

England smiled at his sleeping beauty before him. He knew that he loved France, he knew that France would never loved him back. He sighed, now depressed from his own thoughts. Getting up and walking downstairs to make some soup for France. He opened the fridge and grabbed some left over soup, probably what France made himself last night because he was still sick but England wasn't there yet to take care of him.

He poured it in a bowl and warmed it up in the microwave. He put some crackers beside it and a glass of water. He smiled to himself and walked back upstairs to France's room, knocking softy on the door before entering. He walked in and set the soup and crackers on the bedside table before the walking over to France himself.

He sat down and smiled as he brushed a few strands away from France's face "your so beautiful, did you know that? I'm head over heels, how I fell for bloody you out of all people I still don't know but I did. I know that you will never return the feeling so my efforts are in vain, but at least I have finally told you, I'm not sure if you heard me but I truly love you." he said and went to get the soup. Little did he know that France was awake the entire time and heard all of England's little speech.

He opened his eyes and looked up to see England looking back at him with a scared look. "F-Francis, I-I didn't know you were awak-" he started to ramble but was cut off short when he felt a pair of soft, warm lips press against his. France was kissing him? He realized what was going on and pulled France close to him kissing back. After a few minutes they pulled away and panted, looking at eachother speechless.

"F-Francis?" England asked stuttering. "I love you as well, all this time I have and I know you love me too." France said and England and was very surprised. England felt a complete wave of relief wash over him, he sighed and said " Thank god. I love you too." be said and pulled France into another kiss then pulled away with a shy smile. France smiled himself and tilted England's chin to look at him and said "you should smile more Arthur, it looks great on you." France said and looked over England's shoulder, spotting the soup. "Chér? Did you perhaps, cook?" France asked with terror. England glared at him and saddened a bit saying "No I didn't, it's just leftovers." he said with a small scowl.

England handed him the bowl and water still looking down. France sighed and hugged England " Désole mon chér, I didn't mean to offend you." England smiled a little and said " It's fine love, I'm okay." He pulled back and kissed France's cheek then let France eat.

France wasn't eating at all and it worried England "love? What's wrong?" He asked then said "I told you that I didn't make it, it's okay to eat." France smiled and laughed a little then said " That's not why I'm not eating mon amour." "Why?" "My arms are too weak to eat, can you feed me?" France asked sweetly and England tried to resist but couldn't. "You bloody git, fine." he said giving in "Say ahhh."

(Awww sick fluff. Yay. I'm sorry if it's bad and I could still use suggestions if you leave them teehee just saying.>3< peace out!)