Hetalia - Polar Opposites Extra Scene
Title: Polar Opposites
Author: Robin Gurl
Characters: France, Britain, America, Canada
Pairings: Maybe future UK/US and Franada (MAYBE)
Notes: ..first time writing FACE .. er it's NOT nor will it be FRUK. They get along to take care of Alfred and Matthew.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
"He won't eat this Francis, I don't know why you are insisting we torture the poor lad." Arthur said watching as Francis poured two bowls of what looked to be tomato soup. "Two bowls? Are you going to try and feed Matthew as well?"
Francis turned around and sighed, "We must try, they haven't eaten for two days, we must try something. You can get Alfred to do anything and I will try with Matthew." He handed one of the bowls to Arthur, "Go on, I'll join you in a bit."
Arthur took the warm bowl in his hands and let out a frustrated noise, Francis was right of course. Without at least a bit of strength the twins weren't going to last much longer, yet every time they tried to feed the boys nothing good had come out of it. If anything all it did was leave Alfred and Matthew in weaker states than before. "You..You're right of course, well maybe I can get him to at least try again for me."
Upstairs, he walked into the twins room noticing how the windows were still closed because neither of the boys' eyes could withstand the bright sunlight. He walked quietly to Alfred's side of the bed and placed the bowl of soup and washcloth he'd grabbed just in case onto the bedside table. Then he walked over to Matthew's side to check on the Canadian Nation first.
Kumajiro was being hugged as tightly to him as his weak arms would allow, his face was pressed against the cool pillowcase. His cheeks were red from the fever and as Arthur covered him back up with the blanket he saw that even though they weren't facing one another, they were still touching. Their waists were fleshed against one another.
"My poor boys..." He found himself saying out loud as he stroked the blonde hair before turning and walking to the other side of the bed, sitting on the side of the mattress. Alfred was lying on his back, his face was just as flushed, he was breathing heavily in his sleep his chest was heaving.
"Alfred, it's alright lad, I'm here. I brought some soup up here." He pushed some of the blonde sweaty hair from the young countries' face and watched as his eyes opened slowly, revealing two feverish blue globes. "Hey there, how are you feeling?"
Alfred stared at him silently before trying to smile but only wound up moaning in pain. "..it's nothing I can't handle, dude." Arthur could see right through the fake tone in the other country's voice. "What's wrong...it's M..Mattie ok..?"
He tried to sit up but his arms wouldn't hold his weight, they were too weak from the unknown illness that wracked his body. He didn't take time to think that if something was wrong with Matthew that he'd be feeling it as well. He fell backwards nearly hitting the headboard hard but Arthur reached forward and caught him.
"Easy, lad, easy. Matthew is alright, he's asleep right beside you." In his hurry to stop Alfred from knocking himself unconscious he had stood up and hit the bed table, nearly spilling the soup and knocking the lamp over. He carefully held the other country upright and watched as Alfred visibly relaxed as he watched his brother sleep.
He weakly reached out and placed a hand on Matthew's side as if letting his twin know he was there. "Now, I brought you some soup, I know your stomach isn't very excited about food but you need some nourishment, Alfred."
Too weak to respond he let Arthur put three of the bed pillows behind his back keeping him up right for the most part. He did slide down a little bit breathing hard, out of breath from moving, he let his eyes close briefly before forcing them to open again. "No...no food..Ig.."
"You don't have much of a choice this time, now open wide." Arthur tried to say in a gentle way, he sat back down on the edge of the mattress and took the bowl into his lap holding it up to Alfred's lips and then spooned a bit out and pressed it against his lips. "You'll feel better with some food in your stomach."
Alfred's lips opened slightly and Arthur pushed some of the spoon through so he could empty it into his mouth. "Just sip it down, careful, there we go." He let out a sigh of relief when it appeared that Alfred had actually swallowed it this time, then Alfred choked and coughed, the red soup dripping down his chin. "Oh dear."
Arthur quickly took the wash cloth and wiped the other man's chin off with it, "It's alright," He whispered. He could clearly tell that Alfred was embarrassed by this. "Let's try again." The other country just let out a sigh and stared silently at the British man. "Well, bloody hell, Alfred, we've got to try again, you need food." He held up the spoon again, this time with half of what it had the first go around and put it to Alfred's lips.
They parted to try and take the soup, Arthur once again got the half of the spoonful down and waited a few seconds for any response. Alfred sat up and coughed again his hands going to his mouth to keep the soup from spewing. It trickled down his fingers and he looked at Arthur with a pathetic glance.
"Alright, alright." Finally defeated Arthur reached up with the washcloth and wiped Alfred's face again and this time his hands as well. Alfred hacked again unable to look Britain in the eye. "Do not be embarrassed, we'll just have to find another way, lad."
"I'm sorry," Alfred finally said leaning back into the pillows. "My bo..body won't let me swallow..."
"You're body will let you eat when it's ready, Alfred. We shouldn't have tried to force it." He tried to say confidently. In all honesty he was scared to death, both Alfred and Matthew hadn't been able to get a single spoonful of soup down (or any food for that matter) for over a week. He knew a human body needed nourishment or it would start to shut down.
True, Alfred and Matthew were countries but even still their bodies were still human for the most part. "Just lay back there for a second and let me clean up the mess here, I will let France know to not even try with Matthew." Alfred watched Arthur stand and walk around the room a few times cleaning up then he watched as he headed for the door, "Francis don't even try, I couldn't get one mouthful into Alfred, they are still too ill."
"You're not ...leaving...are you?" Alfred asked weakly trying to sit back up. "I'll come with you."
"You will do no such thing, lay back down, here let me help." Arthur hurried back over to the bed and stopped Alfred in mid move as he tried his best to sit up right. "You are in no condition to be out of this bed and besides what if Matthew awoke and you weren't there?" Arthur removed the pillows from behind Alfred then eased him back down onto the mattress, placing one of the pillows underneath his head. "There..."
Alfred's head moved to the side briefly and he stared at Matthew before turning back to Arthur. Arthur gave him a worried smile and stroked his cheek, he turned into the the hand, smiling weakly at Arthur. "Ya know...he wants...France...right?"
"What do you mean he wants Francis? He's been sound asleep for the past three hours, lad." Arthur responded curiously noticing one of Alfred's hands had reappeared from under the covers. He grasped it, relaxing a bit when he felt Alfred grasp it weakly too. However Alfred's eyes narrowed and an anxious look appeared on his face. "What is it lad?"
"I can feel his emotions, he tells me things." Alfred said quickly panting from the effort afterwards. "I..I guess we're weird like that...ya know?" However the anxiety of being left alone gripped his senses, he was too weak to fight them. He could feel Mattie's anxiety on top of his, "Please don't leave us, you left earlier...and..and didn't come back for ...a...a long time.." Alfred responded panting out of breath.
Arthur blinked a couple of times before letting a warm smile cross his features. He then kicked his slippers off and climbed into the king sized bed getting in between both of his sons. "How is this then?" He watched as Alfred curled close burying his face into his side not making a verbal response. He stroked the blonde hair then watched as in his sleep Matthew turned as well and lay his head on Arthur's lap.
France appeared in the door way a bowl of soup in his hand, "I guess eating is out of zee question then, oui?" He noticed both the young countries were curled into Arthur's lap, a sight he hadn't seen since they were little boys. "And I see you still 'ave the touch?" He smiled and walked over sitting on Matthew's side stroking the sweaty back. "Has anyzing changed?"
"No, nothing, I was surprised Alfred was even able to sit up for as long as he did, and poor Matthew hasn't awoken at all since I came in here. Alfred's stomach wasn't ready yet for any food so I doubt Matthew's will be." As he said this he watched as France carefully sat up Matthew and held him close manuevering around him so he could climb in beside Arthur. Once he was settled he laid Matthew's head back down onto his lap. "There, you're papa is here, petit."
"Alfred said he could feel that Matthew wanted you earlier." Arthur explained then sighed leaning against the headboard, "We've got to be more careful, we left them alone to long today again."
"Ah, I thought that was too easy earlier." Francis responded glancing down at the sleeping Matthew then over to Alfred. "We may need to call zee doctor back, oui?"
"No, it scared them last time, we should try and handle it ourselves."
Author: Robin Gurl
Characters: France, Britain, America, Canada
Pairings: Maybe future UK/US and Franada (MAYBE)
Notes: ..first time writing FACE .. er it's NOT nor will it be FRUK. They get along to take care of Alfred and Matthew.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
"He won't eat this Francis, I don't know why you are insisting we torture the poor lad." Arthur said watching as Francis poured two bowls of what looked to be tomato soup. "Two bowls? Are you going to try and feed Matthew as well?"
Francis turned around and sighed, "We must try, they haven't eaten for two days, we must try something. You can get Alfred to do anything and I will try with Matthew." He handed one of the bowls to Arthur, "Go on, I'll join you in a bit."
Arthur took the warm bowl in his hands and let out a frustrated noise, Francis was right of course. Without at least a bit of strength the twins weren't going to last much longer, yet every time they tried to feed the boys nothing good had come out of it. If anything all it did was leave Alfred and Matthew in weaker states than before. "You..You're right of course, well maybe I can get him to at least try again for me."
Upstairs, he walked into the twins room noticing how the windows were still closed because neither of the boys' eyes could withstand the bright sunlight. He walked quietly to Alfred's side of the bed and placed the bowl of soup and washcloth he'd grabbed just in case onto the bedside table. Then he walked over to Matthew's side to check on the Canadian Nation first.
Kumajiro was being hugged as tightly to him as his weak arms would allow, his face was pressed against the cool pillowcase. His cheeks were red from the fever and as Arthur covered him back up with the blanket he saw that even though they weren't facing one another, they were still touching. Their waists were fleshed against one another.
"My poor boys..." He found himself saying out loud as he stroked the blonde hair before turning and walking to the other side of the bed, sitting on the side of the mattress. Alfred was lying on his back, his face was just as flushed, he was breathing heavily in his sleep his chest was heaving.
"Alfred, it's alright lad, I'm here. I brought some soup up here." He pushed some of the blonde sweaty hair from the young countries' face and watched as his eyes opened slowly, revealing two feverish blue globes. "Hey there, how are you feeling?"
Alfred stared at him silently before trying to smile but only wound up moaning in pain. "..it's nothing I can't handle, dude." Arthur could see right through the fake tone in the other country's voice. "What's wrong...it's M..Mattie ok..?"
He tried to sit up but his arms wouldn't hold his weight, they were too weak from the unknown illness that wracked his body. He didn't take time to think that if something was wrong with Matthew that he'd be feeling it as well. He fell backwards nearly hitting the headboard hard but Arthur reached forward and caught him.
"Easy, lad, easy. Matthew is alright, he's asleep right beside you." In his hurry to stop Alfred from knocking himself unconscious he had stood up and hit the bed table, nearly spilling the soup and knocking the lamp over. He carefully held the other country upright and watched as Alfred visibly relaxed as he watched his brother sleep.
He weakly reached out and placed a hand on Matthew's side as if letting his twin know he was there. "Now, I brought you some soup, I know your stomach isn't very excited about food but you need some nourishment, Alfred."
Too weak to respond he let Arthur put three of the bed pillows behind his back keeping him up right for the most part. He did slide down a little bit breathing hard, out of breath from moving, he let his eyes close briefly before forcing them to open again. "No...no food..Ig.."
"You don't have much of a choice this time, now open wide." Arthur tried to say in a gentle way, he sat back down on the edge of the mattress and took the bowl into his lap holding it up to Alfred's lips and then spooned a bit out and pressed it against his lips. "You'll feel better with some food in your stomach."
Alfred's lips opened slightly and Arthur pushed some of the spoon through so he could empty it into his mouth. "Just sip it down, careful, there we go." He let out a sigh of relief when it appeared that Alfred had actually swallowed it this time, then Alfred choked and coughed, the red soup dripping down his chin. "Oh dear."
Arthur quickly took the wash cloth and wiped the other man's chin off with it, "It's alright," He whispered. He could clearly tell that Alfred was embarrassed by this. "Let's try again." The other country just let out a sigh and stared silently at the British man. "Well, bloody hell, Alfred, we've got to try again, you need food." He held up the spoon again, this time with half of what it had the first go around and put it to Alfred's lips.
They parted to try and take the soup, Arthur once again got the half of the spoonful down and waited a few seconds for any response. Alfred sat up and coughed again his hands going to his mouth to keep the soup from spewing. It trickled down his fingers and he looked at Arthur with a pathetic glance.
"Alright, alright." Finally defeated Arthur reached up with the washcloth and wiped Alfred's face again and this time his hands as well. Alfred hacked again unable to look Britain in the eye. "Do not be embarrassed, we'll just have to find another way, lad."
"I'm sorry," Alfred finally said leaning back into the pillows. "My bo..body won't let me swallow..."
"You're body will let you eat when it's ready, Alfred. We shouldn't have tried to force it." He tried to say confidently. In all honesty he was scared to death, both Alfred and Matthew hadn't been able to get a single spoonful of soup down (or any food for that matter) for over a week. He knew a human body needed nourishment or it would start to shut down.
True, Alfred and Matthew were countries but even still their bodies were still human for the most part. "Just lay back there for a second and let me clean up the mess here, I will let France know to not even try with Matthew." Alfred watched Arthur stand and walk around the room a few times cleaning up then he watched as he headed for the door, "Francis don't even try, I couldn't get one mouthful into Alfred, they are still too ill."
"You're not ...leaving...are you?" Alfred asked weakly trying to sit back up. "I'll come with you."
"You will do no such thing, lay back down, here let me help." Arthur hurried back over to the bed and stopped Alfred in mid move as he tried his best to sit up right. "You are in no condition to be out of this bed and besides what if Matthew awoke and you weren't there?" Arthur removed the pillows from behind Alfred then eased him back down onto the mattress, placing one of the pillows underneath his head. "There..."
Alfred's head moved to the side briefly and he stared at Matthew before turning back to Arthur. Arthur gave him a worried smile and stroked his cheek, he turned into the the hand, smiling weakly at Arthur. "Ya know...he wants...France...right?"
"What do you mean he wants Francis? He's been sound asleep for the past three hours, lad." Arthur responded curiously noticing one of Alfred's hands had reappeared from under the covers. He grasped it, relaxing a bit when he felt Alfred grasp it weakly too. However Alfred's eyes narrowed and an anxious look appeared on his face. "What is it lad?"
"I can feel his emotions, he tells me things." Alfred said quickly panting from the effort afterwards. "I..I guess we're weird like that...ya know?" However the anxiety of being left alone gripped his senses, he was too weak to fight them. He could feel Mattie's anxiety on top of his, "Please don't leave us, you left earlier...and..and didn't come back for ...a...a long time.." Alfred responded panting out of breath.
Arthur blinked a couple of times before letting a warm smile cross his features. He then kicked his slippers off and climbed into the king sized bed getting in between both of his sons. "How is this then?" He watched as Alfred curled close burying his face into his side not making a verbal response. He stroked the blonde hair then watched as in his sleep Matthew turned as well and lay his head on Arthur's lap.
France appeared in the door way a bowl of soup in his hand, "I guess eating is out of zee question then, oui?" He noticed both the young countries were curled into Arthur's lap, a sight he hadn't seen since they were little boys. "And I see you still 'ave the touch?" He smiled and walked over sitting on Matthew's side stroking the sweaty back. "Has anyzing changed?"
"No, nothing, I was surprised Alfred was even able to sit up for as long as he did, and poor Matthew hasn't awoken at all since I came in here. Alfred's stomach wasn't ready yet for any food so I doubt Matthew's will be." As he said this he watched as France carefully sat up Matthew and held him close manuevering around him so he could climb in beside Arthur. Once he was settled he laid Matthew's head back down onto his lap. "There, you're papa is here, petit."
"Alfred said he could feel that Matthew wanted you earlier." Arthur explained then sighed leaning against the headboard, "We've got to be more careful, we left them alone to long today again."
"Ah, I thought that was too easy earlier." Francis responded glancing down at the sleeping Matthew then over to Alfred. "We may need to call zee doctor back, oui?"
"No, it scared them last time, we should try and handle it ourselves."