Fourth of July: The Best or Worst Day Ever?

Arthur sat up in his bed and sighed. He glanced at the clock a scowl etched on his face. " It's the fourth...." Arthur hissed. The 'of July' part remained unsaid. He, Arthur Kirkland, hated this day. Arthur ran his fingers through his un-tamed ash blond hair. Suddenly his cellphone started to blare 'O Canada' . With a groan Arthur kicking the sheets off and grabbed his cellphone. "Hello?" He asked harshly. "M-morning Arthur..." A quiet voice murmured softly from the other end. "Oh....Good morning to you too Matthew." The Briton said his tone a little less bitter. "Um....I...well..." The Canadian stuttered. "Well boy, spit it out!" Arthur encouraged. " Alfred wanted to know if you were coming to the Fourth of July party..." Matthew said his voice barely above a whisper. Arthur blinked a few time. "I would never, not even in my dreams, attend that absurd party of his. If he wants me to come he himself will have to drag me from my house." Arthur hissed venomously. "Alright." Matthew said calmly. Arthur sighed. " You already knew what I was going to say didn't you?" The Brit said softly. "Yes I did. I warned Al about it too but he whined and said you wouldn't do such a thing. " Matthew said wearily. Arthur chuckled and wished the quiet Canadian the best of luck with his hyper active brother. Closing his cell phone ever so harshly Arthur felt a familiar feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. He flinched as his stomach turned. "G-good God what did I eat?" Arthur grumbled. He slowly climbed out of bed his head spinning. "Uuugh....."Arthur groaned leaning against the doorframe. His vision blurred in and out. Someone pounded loudly against the front door. Arthur's knees gave out beneath him. "Bloody..." Arthur managed to get out.

Alfred pounded loudly on Arthur's front door. "ARTIE!! ARTIE!!" The American yelled knocking (*cough*punching*cough*) on the door. When there was no answer Alfred lifted up the welcome mat and retrieved the spare key that Arthur keep under the welcome mat. Unlocking the front door Alfred ran his fingers through his wheat colored hair. His sky blue eyes searched the entry way for the shorter blond. When there was no sign of his best friend he began to worry. "Artie?" Alfred called again. Alfred made his way into the living room and glanced around. No Arthur. He wondered into the kitchen and frowned. Still no Artie. The American went up stairs and headed to Arthur's room. What he saw laying in the door way made him pale. "A-Artie?" Alfred choked and kneeled down next to the ash blond. Arthur lifted his head to look at his American friend. "Ello Alfred..." Arthur choked and started to cough. "A-Arthur what happen?!" Alfred stuttered lifting the smaller blond in his arms. "I felt like I was going to get sick so I tried to walk to the bathroom but vision started to blur then my knees gave out..." Arthur mumbled. Alfred mentally cringed. Arthur looked so pale. Even his eye color had paled. Their normal emerald green was now a grayish green. "Arthur I'm taking you to a hospital." Alfred declared.

Arthur glanced up at the American. "No." Arthur growled. "Yes dude." Alfred said lifting the smaller blond off of the ground. Arthur began to squirm in Alfred's arms. "Hold still." Alfred said holding back a chuckle. "No I will not! Put me down right now!!" Arthur snapped. Alfred paused for a moment then sighed. "Fine." Alfred said. Arthur looked at him in surprise. "R-Really?" Arthur stuttered. "Yep." Alfred hummed an walked into Arthur's room. The American set the Briton down on his bed. "I'll be right back." Alfred said exiting the room. Arthur didn't complain and snuggled into the comforter on his bed. The bed seems softer, Arthur thought. Alfred shuffled loudly into the room. The bed creaked as Alfred sat on the edge of it. Arthur raised his head to look at the American. Alfred had a small smile on his face. "What are you smiling about?" Arthur murmured. Alfred's smile grew. When the American leaned in Arthur realized exactly how close he was to him. "A-Alfred..?" Arthur mumbled. "Yes?" Alfred responded. Arthur could feel Alfred's breath on his face. "What are you doing?" Arthur snapped suddenly and pushed the other blond away.

Alfred blinked a few times before he realized what he just about did. I-I almost kissed Arthur, He thought. "Alfred I'm trying to talk to you!" Arthur snapped again. Alfred shifted his confused gaze from the bed to Arthur. He almost cringed when he saw the look in Arthur's eyes. Damn those eyes, Alfred thought, those beautiful eyes. What Alfred saw in those eyes was what he feared he would have seen. Fear, anger, and confusion. "ALFRED!!" Arthur yelled. Alfred looked at him again. When their eyes meet Alfred almost cried. Arthur didn't know exactly why his best friend just tried to kiss him but he figured Alfred didn't know why either. Arthur felt his stomach turn again. "A-Alfred." He groaned feeling bile rise in his throat. Alfred grabbed a bucket and help Arthur sit up. Arthur vomited into the bucket and shuttered. Alfred rubbed circles into Arthur's back. Arthur leaned against the American and fought back tears. "Shh. It's okay." Alfred murmured softly continuing to try and comfort his friend. Arthur broke down crying. Alfred wrapped his arms around the Briton and sighed. "It's okay Artie...shhh...it's okay." Alfred whispered to his friend. "A-Al...my chest hurts." Arthur hissed in pain.