So, what this particular anon would like to see would be America being sick, leading to England having no other choice than to feed him. The food is up to the filler; it could be hamburgers from McDonald's requested by America, some soup that England made (which would probably make America worse if anything), etc.
It's okay if it leads to smut later on, but it is not completely necessary. Fluff is great, too.
Bonus if England says "Be a good boy and say 'Ah'" during the feeding process.
"Alfred, what are you doing?" England asked as he stared at the American who had half of his body on top of his bed and the other half on the ground. All of his blankets and pillows were scattered across the room looking as if he had an argument with them. Knowing America England thought that he probably did have an argument with them.
America responded to England by grabbing the closest flat object (which was the corner of a blanket) and pulled it over his head.
"Alfred," England said indirectly asking his question again.
"I'm not doing nothing." Alfred's voice was hoarse and sounded that it hurt to speak. So instead of lecturing or telling him what to do England walked over to America and knelt down. "Alfred," England whispered softly, "Let me check your temperature."
Alfred tried to turn around away from Arthur but instead the rest of his body fell on the ground making a loud noise.
"Oww.." Alfred muttered.
England looked down to the cute American and smiled. He then picked up Alfred princess-style and put him on his bed.
"England.." Alfred said as he curled up in a ball.
"Yes?" England asked as he removed the blanket from America's head as gentle as he could then placed his hand on his forehead.
"I never knew you were that strong."
"Wha-" He stopped whatever he was going to say and let it go...for now.
"You're sick." England said, mostly to change the subject.
"Maybe some food would make me feel better?" Alfred's voice was getting worse every time he spoke which worried England. Maybe if he was eating he wouldn't speak as much.
Walking out of the room England headed over to the kitchen to get some food for America
"What would America want to eat..?" England asked as he searched the cupboards. "There's hardly anything in here!" England yelled in shock as he wondered what Alfred ate when he was home. Surely he didn't have a stash of unlimited McDonald's hamburgers in the fridge, right?
England's eyes wandered over towards the fridge. "I should check the fridge for food.." And England said this with hints of curiosity.
"Bloody hell he does have a kingdom of hamburgers!" Every inch of space there was a hamburger. "How does he survive?"
Ignoring the urge to slam the fridge door England grabbed a couple hamburgers and then carefully shut the fridge. He didn't want to ever see that sight again..
"Alfred?" England called out as he entered America's room. "When you get better we're going shopping for real food, okay?"
Putting the hamburgers on the side table England stared at America who was once again only half on the bed. It wasn't like the bed was too small for Alfred! The bed was a king sized bed so why..? Why did America keep falling only half way off the bed?
"You're not being good." England muttered as he lifted Alfred back up on the bed. "I brought you your food. Need anything else?"
America stared at England for a long time without saying anything then said, "I'm no longer hungry. I want some food." England stared puzzled by what Alfred said.
"That just doesn't make any sense."
"Well you just...make sense not...no..sense." America's voice was barely at a whisper as he spoke. England didn't know what to do. It sounded like he was hungry but it looked like he couldn't even feed himself. But maybe he could feed himself? England wanted to find out for himself.
Grabbing a hamburger from the side table he placed it on the bed by America's hand. "Here you go." England said then stared at what America might do.
"Said...no hungry. Where's the..food?" Alfred's hand searched for the hamburger that was on the bed. Once his hand found it he grabbed it and threw it.
Guessing that America isn't in a state where he feed himself England grabbed another hamburger and then got on the bed. Setting the hamburger down to pull the American on his lap England smiled. He remembered the old times when he used to do this a long time ago when America was a child.
"Still so cute." England almost squealed as he looked at America's face while resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks. Who wouldn't want to pinch the cheeks of America when he is so frail?
Picking up the hamburger again England was determined to get this hamburger inside of Alfred's mouth instead of it being smashed up against a wall.
"My dear Alfred," Arthur whispered in Alfred's ear, "Be a good boy and say 'Ah'."
"Do you want me to be your good boy?" America asked finally saying something that made sense. England giggled a little bit then replied yes.
Slowly America opened his mouth and when it was opened all the way England sang, "Chuga chuga choo choo" while he moved the hamburger closer to Alfred's mouth.
Alfred took a bit then chewed on the hamburger then swallowed. America was eating slow today unlike the other days where he just shoves it all in his mouth.
After Arthur fed America he wrapped his arms around him and they both fell asleep. When Alfred woke up he was trapped in his lover's arms but he didn't mind. Nope, he didn't mind at all.
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England/America - Feeding a Sick America
(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)The food is up to the filler; it could be hamburgers from McDonald's requested by America, some soup that England made (which would probably make America worse if anything), etc.
It's okay if it leads to smut later on, but it is not completely necessary. Fluff is great, too.
Bonus if England says "Be a good boy and say 'Ah'" during the feeding process.
Feeding a Sick American 1/2
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 08:41 am (UTC)(link)"Alfred, what are you doing?" England asked as he stared at the American who had half of his body on top of his bed and the other half on the ground. All of his blankets and pillows were scattered across the room looking as if he had an argument with them. Knowing America England thought that he probably did have an argument with them.
America responded to England by grabbing the closest flat object (which was the corner of a blanket) and pulled it over his head.
"Alfred," England said indirectly asking his question again.
"I'm not doing nothing." Alfred's voice was hoarse and sounded that it hurt to speak. So instead of lecturing or telling him what to do England walked over to America and knelt down. "Alfred," England whispered softly, "Let me check your temperature."
Alfred tried to turn around away from Arthur but instead the rest of his body fell on the ground making a loud noise.
"Oww.." Alfred muttered.
England looked down to the cute American and smiled. He then picked up Alfred princess-style and put him on his bed.
"England.." Alfred said as he curled up in a ball.
"Yes?" England asked as he removed the blanket from America's head as gentle as he could then placed his hand on his forehead.
"I never knew you were that strong."
"Wha-" He stopped whatever he was going to say and let it go...for now.
"You're sick." England said, mostly to change the subject.
"Maybe some food would make me feel better?" Alfred's voice was getting worse every time he spoke which worried England. Maybe if he was eating he wouldn't speak as much.
Walking out of the room England headed over to the kitchen to get some food for America
"What would America want to eat..?" England asked as he searched the cupboards. "There's hardly anything in here!" England yelled in shock as he wondered what Alfred ate when he was home. Surely he didn't have a stash of unlimited McDonald's hamburgers in the fridge, right?
England's eyes wandered over towards the fridge. "I should check the fridge for food.." And England said this with hints of curiosity.
"Bloody hell he does have a kingdom of hamburgers!" Every inch of space there was a hamburger. "How does he survive?"
Ignoring the urge to slam the fridge door England grabbed a couple hamburgers and then carefully shut the fridge. He didn't want to ever see that sight again..
"Alfred?" England called out as he entered America's room. "When you get better we're going shopping for real food, okay?"
Putting the hamburgers on the side table England stared at America who was once again only half on the bed. It wasn't like the bed was too small for Alfred! The bed was a king sized bed so why..? Why did America keep falling only half way off the bed?
"You're not being good." England muttered as he lifted Alfred back up on the bed. "I brought you your food. Need anything else?"
America stared at England for a long time without saying anything then said, "I'm no longer hungry. I want some food." England stared puzzled by what Alfred said.
"That just doesn't make any sense."
"Well you just...make sense not...no..sense." America's voice was barely at a whisper as he spoke. England didn't know what to do. It sounded like he was hungry but it looked like he couldn't even feed himself. But maybe he could feed himself? England wanted to find out for himself.
Grabbing a hamburger from the side table he placed it on the bed by America's hand. "Here you go." England said then stared at what America might do.
"Said...no hungry. Where's the..food?" Alfred's hand searched for the hamburger that was on the bed. Once his hand found it he grabbed it and threw it.
Feeding a Sick American 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 08:42 am (UTC)(link)Guessing that America isn't in a state where he feed himself England grabbed another hamburger and then got on the bed. Setting the hamburger down to pull the American on his lap England smiled. He remembered the old times when he used to do this a long time ago when America was a child.
"Still so cute." England almost squealed as he looked at America's face while resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks. Who wouldn't want to pinch the cheeks of America when he is so frail?
Picking up the hamburger again England was determined to get this hamburger inside of Alfred's mouth instead of it being smashed up against a wall.
"My dear Alfred," Arthur whispered in Alfred's ear, "Be a good boy and say 'Ah'."
"Do you want me to be your good boy?" America asked finally saying something that made sense. England giggled a little bit then replied yes.
Slowly America opened his mouth and when it was opened all the way England sang, "Chuga chuga choo choo" while he moved the hamburger closer to Alfred's mouth.
Alfred took a bit then chewed on the hamburger then swallowed. America was eating slow today unlike the other days where he just shoves it all in his mouth.
After Arthur fed America he wrapped his arms around him and they both fell asleep. When Alfred woke up he was trapped in his lover's arms but he didn't mind. Nope, he didn't mind at all.
Re: Feeding a Sick American 2/2
(Anonymous) 2013-04-14 01:10 am (UTC)(link)Sorry if this is late, but OP!A hasn't had a computer available in the longest time.
Thanks so, so, so, so, soooo much, by the way.