America x Sick!Reader ~The Flu~((Drabble))

Warning! There is swearing! Don't like? Don't read! Kthnxbai

~Your P.O.V.~

I sighed. Maybe I should try to sleep...

~Timeskip~

I was awoken by a non-stop pounding on my door. "_______? _______! Are you in there?" I recognized that voice right away. Oh no. I tried to answer my rambunctious friend, but all I could manage were squeaks and silence. But I tried harder. Finally I managed to say something that sounded like words to my best friend, Alfred Jones.

"A-Alfred...don't...come in...please." I choked out. The constant pounding stopped and I thought he had heard me. But I was oh-so wrong.

"_______ I'm coming in okay?" Alfred hadn't left. In fact, it was just the opposite. I squeaked out a "no", but it was too late. He was already inside. "Hey, are you hiding or something? You left the door unlocked so I know you're here."

I quickly pulled the covers over my mouth and nose. Why is he even here? It was only a matter of time before he knocked on my bedroom door. "Go away!" I squeaked.

"Yo dude. You sound terrible! Are you sick?" Alfred asked with concern in his voice. Points for Captain Obvious. I didn't say anything, hoping he'd get the hint, but come on. This is Alfred we're talking about. "I'm coming in, so you'd better be decent!" He said while opening the door. I mentally facepalmed.

"You dumbass! Do you want to get sick too?" I asked rather harshly. "You should leave before you do." He laughed that loud, obnoxious laugh of his. "What's so funny?"

Alfred snickered just a little more before saying, "You always swear a lot more when you're sick. It's kinda cute, ya know?" I blushed. It was a good thing I was sick, my face was flushed already. "And you know I am a hero, and it's my job to help people..." Oh no. He wasn't... was he? "So I'm going to stay here until you're all better! I brought just the thing to make you healthy again!" He was. After saying this, he pulled a random McDonald's bag from the inside of his bomber jacket.

"A-Al, what are you doing?" I asked. "Just wait! You'll feel better in no time _______!" He pulled a burger from the bag, unwrapped it...and put it on my forehead.

"Alfred Jones, just what the hell are you trying to accomplish?" I bore my (e/c) eyes into his sky blue ones. He took a step back to look at his handy work. "Feeling any better?" He asked hopefully. I tried to move, but it still hurt like a bitch. "No. I still feel like shit." He looked extremely confused as his eyes flicked from me to the burger and back again.

"That's weird, that usually works! I wonder why it didn't this time?" I didn't want to burst his bubble,and I really didn't want him to get sick because of me. So I faked being better. I forced myself to sit up, despite the excruciating pain. The hamburger fell from my forehead onto my lap.

"Ya know what Al? I'm suddenly feeling a lot better! So you can go now, okay?" I smiled for emphasis. Alfred broke into a huge grin after seeing his "treatment" had worked.

"No can-do dude. You promised to play Black Ops with me today! And now that you're better, you can keep that promise, right?" I didn't remember any such promise. But I loved the way his eyes sparkle whenever he's really happy like this. And I didn't want that sparkle to fade away. Screw the pain, I was playing video games whether my body liked it or not.

"Of course I can Alfred!" Tried to haul myself out of bed. Instead of standing on my feet, my legs decided not to work an I kinda rolled off the bed and fell to the floor. I must've hit my head pretty hard because the last thing I remember was Alfred running to my side and shouting something. And then I blacked out.

~Alfred's P.O.V.~

"_______? ________?! Hey, get up!" I shook her shoulder, poked her cheek and I even ruffled her (h/c) hair! She hates when I do that! It was all tangled and messy, which isn't like _______ at all. I was starting to get really worried. She wasn't moving. At all. So I did what any normal hero would do. I checked her pulse and, thank GOD, it was still there, then I checked her forehead. I immediately pulled my hand away. It felt like her whole head was on fire! Damn it, I thought she was totally fine!

"Heh heh. You are quite the actress ________. You even had the hero fooled!" I chuckled a little. I picked ________ up and set her back on the bed. I had to smile at her sleeping form. So looked so peaceful, happy. Well, now was as good a time as any. Since she can't hear me anyways.

"Ya know _________, the real reason I came over was because...."

~BACK TO YOUR P.O.V.!~

Ow, my head...Where am I? Why can't I move? Am I dead? I heard someone talking, so I guessed I wasn't dead. Were they talking to me? I strained my ears so I could understand this person. Who was it? I kept listening until I finally heard recognizable words.

"Ya know _________, the real reason I came over was because, well, I have something important to tell you." Was that Alfred? I tried to move, open my eyes, SOMETHING, but my body refused to obey. So I continued to listen.

"You're a really cool girl. And I realized something quite a while ago. I...I love you. I love the way your beautiful (e/c) eyes shine whenever you're happy, the way your (h/l)(h/c) hair perfectly frames your beautiful face, and that smile that always seems to cheer everyone up. But most of all, I love you. As a whole person. And how you're always with me when I'm doing something stupid. And that's the whole truth, ________. Hero's honor."

I suddenly felt a warm breathing on my cheek, followed by a pair on soft, slightly chapped lips. It was right then when I decided that maybe having the flu...wasn't so bad after all.