~(A month and a half later)~

You were laying in bed, sweating, panting, and terribly sore. You most definitely had caught the flu.

Arthur walks into the room with a bucket of water and a cold washcloth.

"Arthur," you said breathlessly. "I'll be fine, I doubt it's the plague." You tried to joke, lightly laughing.

"_____, as your boyfriend, I must take care of you! Besides I want to!"

"But Arthur, you have to go to the world meeting."

"I've skipped them before, you are more important!"

You smile. It feels good that you are the first thing on his mind, but you were not going to let him sit here and waste his day on you. "Arthur, I'm not going to let you get in trouble because of some silly cold."

"You have the flu, that is worse then the common cold!"

"But I'll live!" You tell him sincerely.

He looks a bit concerned. Still not wanting to leave you alone. Besides it's not like he enjoyed the idiotic meetings!

"_____. Love," he said kneeling by the bedside, holding your hand. "are you sure?"

You nodded. "Yes, go."

He stood up with a sigh. Then he pressed his lips to your forehead, before laying the cold rag there.

You shivered at it's touch but soon closed your eyes. "I'll see you when you return."

"Ok love." he says reluctantly.

~~~

Arthur arrived at the conference hall a little later then his usual time that he showed up, but he was still relatively early.

"Look who it iz, how are you Arthur my petite?"

"Bug off." The Brit grumbled to the Frenchman.

"Something iz bothering you."

Arthur sighed.

"Is it _____? Is everything alright!?" Francis asked worried.

"Yes, she's just a little under the weather, and she made me come to the meeting, instead of letting me tend to her."

France smiled. "She is far too good for you."

"What is that supposed to mean!?" Arthur yelled.

The Frenchie laughed and slung his arm around the Brit. "She puts you before herself. She doesn't want your boss yelling at you, and would rather suffer at home alone."

Arthur hung his head. "Stop it, you're making me feel even more guilty." He sulked.

Francis smiled softly. "Do not worry, _____ is a strong girl she will be fine, and she'll be waiting for you when you get home." Then France's aura changed slightly. "Besides, if she iz still unwell when the meeting iz over, there iz more then one way to break a fever." He laughed darkly.

"Bloody hell! You never change do you!?" England screams.

England storms off, with France still laughing.

The Brit finds a place to sit at the large table, before the meeting starts. Britain crosses his arms, how does France always manage to press his buttons? It didn't matter, all he had to do was make it through one world meeting.

Only five minuets into the meeting and everyone was already arguing. The British nation looked around, Turkey and Greece were nose to nose yelling at each other in their native tongues. Whilst next to them was Romania sleeping with his head on the table, allowing his little brother Moldova to braid his hair. Then there was Belarus glaring daggers at Lithuania who at the same time was being pestered by Poland. In the front of the room there was America rambling like an idiot. In the back of the room Netherlands was smoking his pipe while simultaneously fighting with Spain, Austria looked almost as annoyed as he felt.

And to make matters worse, it seemed like the micronation conference was going on without a hitch.

This world meeting was supposed to be about international trade regulations, or something. The Brit couldn't even remember. He was only getting a headache sitting here!

Britain looked back over at the American whom was still ranting, but now with a mouth full of food. He turned around looking to Germany, hoping that he would soon set this meeting straight. Unfortunately Ludwig was too busy with his own nuisance, named Feliciano.

Arthur groaned pulling his hair, and slamming his head on the table. "Ow~!" He wined quietly. Was this meeting ever going to end!?

England felt a soft hand rest on his shoulder, and the Brit looked up to meet violet eyes.

"Canada?"

"Papa said you were feeling down. Did you want to talk about it?" The Canadian personification asked sweetly.

England furrowed his bushy brows. "Not particularly. But... *sigh*, Thank you Canada. It's just _____, she's sick and I feel bad that I'm not there with her. Also it's yet another reminder that she's mortal, that she gets sick whenever, when I only fall ill when the economy goes south."

Canada hummed, and nodded, letting England know he understood.

When suddenly something hit the back of England head, hard enough to send his head forward into the table, again.

Britain and Canada both turn around to see Cameroon and Australia with a soccer/football. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!? You could seriously hurt someone! That sport is to be played outdoors!"

"Eh, sorry." Cameroon said scratching the back of his head.

Britain let out a hot huff of breath before turning back towards the table. "I just want this god forsaken meeting to be over!" He grumbled to himself.

~~~

Meanwhile at home you sat up in bed and wiped your forehead with the rag that now was almost as warm as you.

You stood up with shaky legs, shifting your pajamas around to sit more comfortably on your body. You wobble over to the bathroom and ring out the washcloth, and look in the mirror.

"Oh, I look god awful." You groaned. You threw the wash rag in the sink before rinsing off your face with cold water.

You slowly made your way to the kitchen to find something to eat, though you weren't even sure if your stomach would be able to hold it.

You grabbed some crackers and started back to the bedroom, grabbing the small bathroom trashcan, just in case.

You laid back down on your side of the bed, that now was a bit damp with your sweat. You hated being sick, it was gross, and you felt so horrible, you couldn't even do anything.

You moved your sweaty and ratty bangs away from your forehead, and attempted to sniff through your nose.

You let out a nasty ragged cough. You just hoped this was one of those 24 hour viruses, and you would be over it soon. You glanced over at the clock. An hour left before Arthur would be home.

You let a small smile sit on your lips thinking about how it would be once he got home. Maybe he could make you some soup. Then you settled as comfortable as you could before drifting back to sleep.

~~~

Back at the world meeting hall Germany finally taken care of the arguing nations and set the conference back on course. Yet the British nation was still not paying attention.

How was ______? Did he remind her to take the medicine? Should of he taken her to the hospital!? He knew that he could get her emitted immediately because of his standing in the government, but... Oh god, what if she had gotten worse right after he left!

He stood from his seat, attracting the attention of the other nations in the room.

"U-Uh, England, is there something wrong?" Germany asked looking at the green eyed nation.

Britain recomposed himself "N-No..." He said sitting back down.

He stared down the the table in front of him, like he was going to burn through it with his eyes. He had just made a fool of himself. 'I need to pay attention.' He told himself. He knew that what France told him in the beginning of the meeting was true, that _____, was strong and she could make it fine at home without him for five lousy hours. All that he had to do now was make it through the remaining half an hour and he could rush home to her.

'God dammit Arthur, pull yourself together!' He tried his best to listen to what was going on.

~~~

The meeting was finally getting wrapped up, and Arthur was getting impatient. Much like when a student watches the remaining seconds tick down on the clock while the teacher still rambles, he was tapping his foot and not bothering to listen to what was being said.

Then he heard it. "The world conference is now adjourned."

He sprang from his seat, and ran from the room, and sprinted to his car. All that he could think about was getting home and tending to you.

He drove as fast as speeding regulations allowed him, though he could have gotten away with not following them.

once he reached home he rushed to the bedroom, to see how _____ was.

He opened the door, revealing that you were fast asleep.

He sighed, and slowly walked over to the bedside. Removing a strand of hair from your sticky forehead.

"Mmh~Arthur" you mumbled with your eyes still closed.

Arthur bent down to the edge of the mattress, so you were at the same level. "Yes love?"

You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them, still squinting. Your eyelids feeling heavy. "Glad you're back." You breath out, a little raspy sounding.

"Is there anything at all I can get for you?" He asked willingly.

"I was hoping that you would heat up some soup for me."

"Absolutely!" He said running out of the room.

A small smile graced your lips. You were sure lucky to have someone like him. This thought often went through your head, but times like this, when he showed how he'd do anything for you with a smile. It showed that he actually cared about you, unlike everyone else that ever had been in your life at one time or another.

Soon he came running back into the room careful enough not to spill the soup. "Here. I checked it, it shouldn't be too hot." He sat on the edge of the bed.

You smiled, as you sat up in the bed and reached for the bowl.

"Ah ah, I'll be feeding you."

"Arthur, I'm fully capable-"

"I don't care love, I'm feeding you."

If your face wasn't already flushed you would have surely blushed at his gesture.

He carefully dipped the spoon into the brothy mix, and started to move it towards your lips. You open your mouth to allow the soup to enter.

The delicious warm soup soothed your sore throat as it traveled to your stomach, warming all of your insides.

You gave a soft content sigh.

"Is it any good?" Your boyfriend asked.

You nodded.

"Good." He simply stated, as he brought another spoonful to your lips.

You smiled lightly as you took another gulp of the warm brothy soup.

"Arthur-"

"Yes."

"Please just hand me the bowl now, you've had a bit of fun but I'm a fully grown adult and I can feed myself."

He raised one of his bushy eyebrows, "_____, there is nothing that could make me give this up. I am going to cater to your every need, now that I'm home."

"Give me the bowl of soup, or I'm going to Alfred's next crazy party."

Your boyfriend went completely white with fear, that's one of the last things he's ever want.

Then he swiftly handed you the soup. "That was a mean tactic _____, you should be ashamed of yourself!" He pouted.

You chuckled taking another slurp of the soup, then let out a hacking cough. Spilling a little on your nightshirt.

"_____, are you alright!? Give me back the soup! I don't want you hurting yourself!"

You tried to glare at him but it probably wasn't menacing at all. "No! I'm a grown woman, I can do it!"

"If you give it back..." He sighed. "I'll take you to one of my annoying brother's parties." He grimaced.

You thought about it. Then reluctantly gave back the bowl of soup.

Arthur sighed with relief. Then continued to feed you.

There was no way he was getting out of this one, and Arthur knew it.

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Ok hi, I thought I'd be able to update this story every month like I try to do with my April fools Hetalia x reader. But it turns out I don't think I'll be able to. I'm sorry I'm going to try and update this every other month and see if that works out. My life has been super busy lately! I graduated high school 2 years ago now, and the working world is really hard, and I don't get a lot of time to myself anymore. I hope you understand my sporadic updates, because I don't mean to keep anyone hanging. Thanks to all my readers, and followers!

~Jada-Star☆