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Haven't seen you guys in a while.
((This is an independent RP blog for space cowboy America from Hetalia.))
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Hosptialia AU
thatgentlemanhasclass:
lasergunsandlassos:
“I am not wound up,” Alfred said taking in a deep breath before puffing out his cheeks and holding it for a few seconds before letting it rush out with and audible whoosh noise.
“I’m just worried about you okay? Can’t you let me worry about this?” Alfred pleaded making a more than a little ambiguous hint at why he was freaked out so much. Arthur knew him, Arthur should know they way that his concerns and his feelings would spiral out of control like this, because he had been through Alfred’s moments of panic before when they had to take patients off life support and when they lost a young newlywed. Their jobs were already emotional enough and now his feelings for Arthur were involved it was no wonder he wasn’t handling it well.
Arthur gave a begrudged moan of compliance, rolling onto each side before finally settling down on his back. The throbbing in his head and chest was starting to return, and he sighed, shuddering as a fever chill ran down his spine. This sickness thing was hardly comfortable at all. He now sympathized with those who had to stand such a hell for more than a day.
“You can worry,” he muttered, absentmindedly fiddling with the tape that held his IV in place. “Just don’t stress yourself out…”
“I am a grown ass man and I will stress myself out if I want to,” Alfred said with a pout that contradicted the beginning of that sentence. “And stop that,” Alfred said shortly, slapping Arthur’s hand away from the IV. Pacing across the room before sighing and ruffling his own hair, the doctor came back to Arthur’s bedside and sat down again, taking Arthur’s hand in his own.
“I’m sorry about all of this,” Alfred said laying his head down on the bedside, “I should be the one holding it all together now that you’re sick but you know I’m no good at that! You’ve seen me break down before. I’m not good at this like you, if I was sick you would have the situation under control I’m sorry.”
Just add fluff
thatgentlemanhasclass:
lasergunsandlassos:
“I’m not hiding…” Alfred paused trying to come up with a feasible excuse, “Well I’m not hiding okay. If you’re insinuating that I’m scared or somthin’ you’re dead wrong.” Huffing and wiggling around, Alfred secured himself to a more comfortable position lying against his boyfriend’s side and trying to block out the storm. It didn’t do much for the noise, but it blocked out the lights.
The lights were the worst part, the reminded him of things he really, really did not want to think about on his downtime when waking up next to his boyfriend. No matter how many times he told himself the past was the past and no longer mattered, it still nagged on the edges of his mind in these types of situations. The noises had always varied but the flash right at impact, that was something that would always send the panic pumping back into his veins just as if he was back on those battlefields.
A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips as he shifted to let Alfred lay upon his chest, knowing that if he allowed his arm to be pinned under the American’s head for any extended period of time, he would loose circulation in the appendage. His hands trailed across Alfred’s arms in a sort of comforting pattern, attempting to relax the tense muscles.
“It’s just a storm, remember. It’ll pass soon, and it can’t hurt you as long as we’re inside,” he cooed, starting to stroke that golden hair with one of his hands.
Focusing on breathing in and out, Alfred allowed himself to be soothed by Arthur’s soft pets. As long as he could focus on those gentle fingers making their way through his hair then everything would be okay. He wasn’t in a war zone again and he didn’t have to end anyone’s life today.
Sighing Alfred slowly uncurled himself from his tight clinging position so that he could stretch and cuddle closer to Arthur. “I’m sorry about all of this,” he mumbled with a blush that the promptly hid in Arthur’s chest.
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