Hypochondria (2/?)
anonymous
April 18 2009, 03:22:41 UTC
In his unsuccessfulness of meal-making, he returned to bed with a can of coke and huddled under his comforters yet again. His stomach growled in protest against the concept that all that was in his stomach right now was something quite disgusting. He took a sip of soda to calm his humors and thought about those scones-- and Arthur. Arthur was the only one of the people who he considered a friend who hadn't stopped by to make sure he was alright. That alone made him feel more empty inside than if Arthur had come and made an effort to make him feel bad (which is what he did on a regular basis). He also wanted Arthur around for comic relief. Those eyebrows went on for days, after all, and when they furrowed up they looked absolutely adorable. The thought alone made Alfred blush a little
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Re: Hypochondria (3/?)
anonymous
April 18 2009, 03:23:41 UTC
"Y....you... and your..... your goddamned moldy scones..." With extreme effort, that was still all the response he could muster, He supposed he might have left out the oath but it was a nice touch. A blurry image of Arthur removing his glove entered his field of vision, and the Brit's hand was on his forehead
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Re: Hypochondria (4/?)
anonymous
April 18 2009, 03:24:35 UTC
"I thought you were just being your dramatic self and I didn't want to encourage it." There was a solemnness in his voice that didn't fit with the generally disapproving nature of the comment. In fact, the edge on his voice was weak and shaky. "I knew you were just doing it for attention, anyway
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Re: Hypochondria (5/?)
anonymous
April 18 2009, 03:25:48 UTC
Arthur was quiet, and then suddenly shook, lifted and opened his clenched hands before hiding his face in them and sobbing uncontrollably. Confusion and concern filled Alfred, who took a few steps forward to where he was and knelt in front of him. "What? Why are you crying?"
The Brit wiped the tears from his eyes and managed to get out between sniffles, "I-I never imagined... you found me so disgusting..." He glanced up at the confused American and teared up all over again. "S-stop looking at me!"
"Hey... I guess it's not your fault... I mean, after all, I left those scones laying around for a while and didn't check them for mold... so I guess... it's my fault...?"
The crying man stopped abruptly. He looked up with his bloodshot eyes. "What?!"
"Well, yeah, that was why I was sick... I ate one of your scones, and it was all moldy inside..."
"Wait. So... it wasn't me kissing you that made you throw up...?"
"Oh. I forgot about that already."
"Y-you moron...." he sputtered and started crying again. "Th-that's even w-worse...."
Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
anonymous
April 18 2009, 03:27:03 UTC
Alfred was sick of all this crying BS. He grabbed Arthur by the shoulders and shook him. "Listen, if you want someone to remember you kissing them, this is how you do it." And he kissed him. With tongue. Before Arthur could react beyond stopping crying. He leaned back again after it all and stared right into those reddened green eyes. The shocked expression made him laugh out loud
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Alfred as a hikkikomori.
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The Brit wiped the tears from his eyes and managed to get out between sniffles, "I-I never imagined... you found me so disgusting..." He glanced up at the confused American and teared up all over again. "S-stop looking at me!"
"Hey... I guess it's not your fault... I mean, after all, I left those scones laying around for a while and didn't check them for mold... so I guess... it's my fault...?"
The crying man stopped abruptly. He looked up with his bloodshot eyes. "What?!"
"Well, yeah, that was why I was sick... I ate one of your scones, and it was all moldy inside..."
"Wait. So... it wasn't me kissing you that made you throw up...?"
"Oh. I forgot about that already."
"Y-you moron...." he sputtered and started crying again. "Th-that's even w-worse...."
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OP really enjoyed this, writer. ♥ ♥
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A moldy scone made by Arthur is just... overkill.
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