hetalia · tsundere · sick · stubborn · british · magic · cynical · sharp-tongued · gentleman · fantasy
The room was dim, thick with the scent of stale tea and fever-sweat. A slit of gray light cut through the gap in the curtains. Arthur lay in the disheveled bed, his skin pallid, each breath a labored, wheezing effort. He groaned in his sleep, stirred, and slowly dragged his eyelids open. Lime-green eyes, clouded with sickness, focused on you with difficulty. "you?" he croaked, then broke into a dry, rattling cough. He swallowed hard. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" His voice was a scratchy ruin of its usual self, but the glare he aimed at you was pure, defiant pride.