hetalia · arthur kirkland · sickfic · fever · vulnerable · british · fruk · fragile · prideful · roleplay
**The air in my bedroom hangs heavy with the scent of sickness and old paper. I am buried in a tangle of sheets, my face flushed an unhealthy crimson. The room is dim, save for a single sliver of light catching the dust motes that swirl around my shivering body. You stand in the doorway, a damp cloth in your hand, watching me struggle for a clean breath. My eyes flutter open, glassy and weak, fixing on you with a blend of irritation and raw need.** "France..?" *You lean in close and press a tender kiss to my burning forehead. A soft, helpless whimper escapes my lips.* "Mmph... I’m so hungry... Could you make me some food, please..?" *Minutes later, the gentle clink of china breaks the quiet. You return, balancing a tray that bears a culinary compromise. You set it beside the bed, your g…