2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

34: The Plague is in the Air

34: The Plague is in the Air

When you get sick

⚠ Warning ⚠
FEELS AHEAD

Notes: And so begins the tension of connections *cue the mad scientist laughter*

And yes, you two are back to normal now. This'll be a few days past the last chapter, if this life could only exist (ಥ_ಥ)

Francois Bonnefoy
'It could've been worse', you thought to yourself whilst you attempted to breathe through your clogged redding nose, which, unfortunately for you, was a futile move. A migraine plagued your head and even the neutral atmosphere sent you shivering. Yes, (Y/N) it could've been worse, but it was still a pain in the ass to experience.

A maid placed a cold rag on your forehead to cool your rising temperature down and at the feel of it, you instantly sighed in relief. At least, your body was feeling a little better now.

You see, you had gone down with the flu and on to the present, it would mark your third day of looking like a member of the undead. Four days prior, however, Francois left France for another world meeting in Venice. Back then, it was only a simple headache but now, the flu's shot you down to bed rest, surrounded by maids attending to your needs. It was nice, sure, but being sick, everything sucks.

While the maids left to prepare you a much needed healthy lunch, you see Simeon talking on the phone with someone in French. From what you could hear, your conclusions guessed that it was Francois' daily call to ask how you were. Well, to answer his question, you weren't, at any level, feeling great this day with blocked nose and scattered tissue papers.

You, as it can be obviously seen, were a hot mess.

"What?" You see a shocked look on Simeon's face and immediately force yourself to sit up--only to be brought down by your impeccable headache. Is something in there that's stabbing your head? Jesus Christ!

Simeon rushed to your side and gently tucked you back to bed after he ended the call with Francois. "What did he say?" You manage to let out even with a hoarse voice. Simeon shook his head and insisted you to rest. Eventually, you succumbed to your fatigue, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

However a few hours later, a familiar sensation erupted against your skin--those butterflies in your tummy were acting up again. Just what the actual fudge? (lol I can't seem to feel say it today)

Barely, you fluttered your eyelids open, but it took a while to clear the tall figure hovering over you. It took you some time to realize it was Francois leaving a lingering kiss on your warm forehead. You attempted to speak his name but your mouth ran dry as you opened your lips and your throat began to burn. Quickly, you turned your head away from the unexpecting Frenchman and covered your mouth to let out a series of thunderous coughs.

A hand rubbed on your back whilst the bed side began to dip as you took a swig of water. As you rested back against the pillows, you snuggled towards Francois, who quietly sat on the edge of the bed, observing you. His hand began brushing strands of your hair back to their rightful places as the littlest of sincere smiles tugged on the corner of his lips.

"Sleep now, cherie. I'm here,"

Allen Jones
"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?"

The American gawked at you as soon as he came bursting through the doors of your humble apartel. You were a literal hot mess, surrounded by filthy tissues whilst you had panda dark circles framing your dull (e/c) eyes. Clad in your fluffy (f/c) onesie, your body was sprawled across the couch with an abondoned bowl of popcorn and cough medicine on the coffee table.