Sick! AmericaXReader (request for MrsTomlinson214): Sleeptalking
You had just gotten up from your bed, still feeling tired after a not sleeping at all. You went downstairs to make yourself a little bit of coffee, when you got a phone call from one of your friends, Arthur Kirkland. You pick the phone and pressed the answer button.
“Hello?” You said groggily.
“_____? Is that you? Alfred is sick, and I need to go to a meeting with Francis and Ludwig, can you come over and take over for a while?” Arthur said, sounding panicked.
“Uh, sure, I guess. I’ll be there in a bit!” You said, while you’re inner is Fangirl squealing.
“Thanks so much ____! I won’t be there, so I’ll leave the keys with Flying Mint Bunny.” He said.
“Uh, who’s that?” You said.
“Oh nevermind, I’ll just leave the keys under the mat, Bye!” He said, and hung up.
You quickly got ready to go over to Alfred’s house. You put on your casual clothes and grabbed your stuff, and left.
You arrived at Alfred’s house, and you saw a note on the door:
I left the door open, as I couldn’t find the keys (Mr. Unicorn must have taken them!) and Alfred is in his room, please make yourself at home!
You read the note and went inside. The house was surprisingly clean and organized. You looked around and put your bag on the table of the kitchen, and went looking for Alfred. You checked every room until you came to a door that had a poster of an American flag on it. You went inside and found a very sick looking Alfred on a bed with tangled sheets. You went up to him, and gasped. His face was very red! You took a cold compress and put it on his forehead. He winced at the sudden cool touch, but relaxed again. You decided to take his temperature. While you waited, you admired his features. You almost squealed just looking at him! You would have looked more, but the thermometer beeped and you decided to check it. Oh my gosh! It was a whopping 102! He was really sick! You tried to wake him up.
“Alfred? Alfred? Can you wake up? It me, ______.”
He only groaned at your tough and turned away.
All well, you will try later, but for now, you had to keep his fever from going up. You found a fan in Arthur’s room and plugged it in near Alfred. He took a large intake of breath and relaxed even more. It looked like he was enjoying the fan very much, so you went over to the kitchen and decided to make some coffee, but all you could find was tea!
“Aw, Arthur, you wanker, you hid the coffee!” You mumbled, and you made some tea. Maybe it was better this way, you remember someone else telling you Tea is so much better than coffee when you’re sick, so you made some for both you and Alfred.
Alfred’s fever had gotten worse, and he was started to fidget a bit in his sleep. You hoped it was a scenario where the problem got worse before it got better. You tried to help him whenever he fidgeted and petted his hair soothingly. Soon he started sleeptalking.
“Nnnmmmm” Alfred said.
“It’s ok, no one’s here except me” You said soothingly.
“_______, ______...” He called out your name, and flipped onto his back.
“What? What is wrong?” You said.
“I love her…..” He mumbled.
What? He liked you? Nah, it’s just the Fever talking…” You thought.
“No, you can’t have ______, she’s mine…” He said.
Ok, now you were certain he liked you! You liked him too, but what if you were wrong, he was unconscious, so he could say anything. You vowed to yourself that you would find out if Alfred liked you the same way you did. You continued to soothe him, cooing and petting his hair. His fever soon broke after that, and Arthur came in the house soon after that. Maybe you could ask Arthur about Alfred’s sleeptalking.
“Hey, I need to go soon, but could I ask you something?” You said to Arthur.
“Sure,_____, what can I do?” He responded.
“Well, you see, Alfred was kinda talking in his sleep, and he kept saying that-“ You started off, but Arthur interrupted you.
“ He loves you? Yeah, he does that normally, I can hear him at night saying stuff about you, he really cares about you,____, and I know you care about him. You two were meant for each other.” He said, his hand on your shoulder.
“Thank Arthur, I can count on you to help me. Bye!” You said, walking out of the door, and going home.
You were at Alfred’s and Arthur’s house because they invited you over. Well, at least Arthur did, you and him decided to make a plan together so you can ask Alfred about “Sleeptalking”
“Hey, Alfred, can I ask you something?” You said.
“Of course Dude! Ask away!” He said.
“W-well a few nights ago, y-you kinda talked in your sleep, and y-you kinda said you loved me, Is that t-true?” You asked, stuttering.
A light pink blush ran across his face. “Uh, yeah, it is true…” He said awkwardly.
You stared into his eyes for what seemed for an eternity. You were lost in his bright blue eyes, your thoughts went blank, and you just lost yourself in his eyes. But something snapped you back to reality.
He was kissing you!
Not on the cheek, not on the forehead, but on the lips! You were surprised at first, but eased into the kiss gradually, closing your eyes. You stayed in that position until you heard a voice speak.
“ I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU TWO LIKE EACH OTHER! I’M GOING TO GO TELL FLYING MIT BUNNY AND EVERYONE!” Arthur yelled, and ran off.
“Who is Flying Mint Bunny, anyway?”
“No idea dude, no idea…” He said, and he pulled you back in for a kiss.