Alfred gets sick and a little needy for his motherly British boyfriend.
Fluff, fluff, and Alfred being a dork.
It certainly was terrible. Alfred had been under the weather all day and everything seemed to hurt. His head pounded and the dull ache of his body refused to go away, no matter how he tried to ignore it and drift off to sleep. And on top of it all, he felt very irritable. Tears threatened to leave his eyes as he hugged the pillow harder.
“Ah fuck…” He hissed at the sharp pain in his back. With a sigh, he rolled around on the bed. It seemed as though the torture would never end, and the once comfy mattress lost all its softness. It was agony. Alfred pouted. The medicine was not working.
“Alfred, love, what’s the matter?”
The voice was music to the sickly man’s ears. Alfred felt a little bit better now that his boyfriend was home from work.
“I feel like shit.” Alfred groaned from beneath a heap of blankets.
The older blond made his way over to the side of the bed and took a seat. His green eyes immediately widened in worry when he placed a hand on the other’s forehead.
“It seems as though you’re running a fever. Did you take medicine?”
Alfred nodded, his ailment making his emotions run a little wild.
“Poor thing… I’ll call the doctor–”
Arthur looked at Alfred in confusion.
“Ah… I-I’ll be fine, Artie. Can you just.. stay with me for a bit?”
Alfred looked up at the Brit from the cover of his blankets feeling slightly flustered when Arthur began to chuckle.
“Alright, Alfred. But only for a bit. And if you get any worse, to the doctor’s office you go, understand?”
Arthur, slightly blushing slipped under the covers beside the younger man who gladly snuggled up to him. He couldn’t help but smile as Alfred crawled close, using his chest as a pillow. He was a bit heavy, but Arthur didn’t have the heart to say anything.
He lied there, carding his fingers through Alfred’s messy hair. After a few minutes Alfred yawned. His blue eyes drooped sleepily.
“Go to bed darling,” Arthur whispered, “You need to rest.”
“Mm.. Okay.. Love you…”
“Love you too.”
Arthur carefully pushed the sleeping man off of him and got out of the bedroom, cautious not to wake him. He supposed he would make Alfred some soup and maybe find a movie they could watch out of their large dvd collection. Alfred would like that very much.
After the soup was done, Arthur carried in a bowl for Alfred and placed it on the bedside table.
“Alfred,” he gently shook him, “wake up love, dinner is ready.”
Groggily after some coaxing on Arthur’s part, Alfred sat up in bed.
“It’s your favorite, alphabet soup.” Arthur said with a smile as he handed Alfred the bowl and his spoon.
He always found it cute how his boyfriend liked to spell out little messages in his soup. It was childish but adorable.
“Thanks, Artie. I feel a lot better now.” Alfred smiled.
Arthur couldn’t help but feel relieved. He put the movie in the DVD player and joined Alfred in the blankets.
“I love this movie!” Alfred exclaimed.
“I know love, I thought it might lift your spirits.”
Alfred grinned widely, quickly pecking Arthur on the cheek.
“You’re the best babe.”
Arthur blushed again.
“Now could I ask you for one more little favor?” Alfred asked with a mischievous smile.
Arthur stared at the hopeful American for a second. He didn’t see why he shouldn’t indulge Alfred at the moment so with a content sigh he grabbed the spoon.
“Okay, but only for today.”
“Yay!! Thanks Artie! Love ya!”
“Love you too, Al.”