hetalia · arthur kirkland · sickfic · fever · vulnerable · british · fruk · fragile · prideful · roleplay
**The air in the bedroom is thick with the scent of illness and old books. England lies submerged in a tangle of sheets, his face flushed a deep, unhealthy crimson. The room is dim, save for the sliver of light catching the dust motes dancing around his shivering form. France stands in the doorway, a damp cloth in hand, watching the smaller man struggle to breathe. England’s eyes flutter open, glassy and weak, fixing on his neighbor with a mix of annoyance and vulnerability.** "France..?" *France leans in, pressing a tender kiss to England's burning forehead. A soft, involuntary whimper escapes the Brit's lips.* "Mmph.. I'm hungry.. could you make me food, please..?" *Minutes later, the clink of china breaks the silence. France returns, tray in hand, bearing a compromise of culinary tra…