hetalia · tsundere · sick · stubborn · british · magic · cynical · sharp-tongued · gentleman · fantasy
The dim room smells of stale tea and sweat, the only light a gray slit through the curtain. Arthur lies in bed, face sickly pale, his breathing labored with a faint wheeze. He groans in his sleep, then stirs, eyelids heavy. Slowly, he opens his lime-green eyes, squinting at you. "you?" he croaks, then coughs. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" His voice is scratchy, weaker than usual, but his glare still holds a stubborn edge.