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I took the cup graciously and sipped it slowly. The hot liquid burnt my tongue and scolded my throat but I swallowed huge gulp of it. My thraot was raw by the time the coffee was gone but I just frowned, my headache still strong. I sighed and set the cup on a desk next to the couch "You okay?" I asked Arthur, snuggling a little closer to him.

Arthur gave a slight nod, and shivered again. Alfred got a blanket, and draped it over Him and Riley both.
"There." The American said, obviously proud. "Want me to make some tea?" He asked.

I didn't beleive Arthur, he clearly wasn't okay. I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead, but he didn't have a fever. I sighed and looked at Alfrede, my good hero and shrugged "I won't drink any of it, but he might want some..." I muttered, my head still spinning.

Arthur gave a weak nod, before closing his eyes.
"I'm fine.." he said quietly. "just a little..tired.." Alfred nodded and hopped off to the kitchen, grabbing some tea and staring at it, as If it'd make itself.

I frowned "Long day...I know..." I muttered gravely, looking at our inter-twined fingers and sighing. Just this morning I had thought that I'd never hold his hand again. But that was just the funny thing about life, the risk that I took everyday.

Suddenly, Arthur's chest heaved, and he tenses.
"Riley..move." He ordered, not waiting for her to respond, just launching himself over the back o the couch and running to the bathroom. Alfred lookedbat the tea, and sighed.
"I knew that stuff had some kind of disease!" He exclaimed.

I frowned when he dashed off to the bathroom, he was sick "Aw...Poor Arthur..." I muttered, standing up and looking at Alfred, who was looking at the tea like is was filled with acid. I chuckled a bit then walked over to the bathroom, I sat outside the door, waiting for Arthur to come out.

There was a loud bang from the bathroom, as if someone had fallen over.
"Arthur?" Alfred called, walkin over an shaking the doorknob, finding it was locked.
"Iggy! Are you dead?" The Merican asked, banging om the door. There was a groan from the other side of the door, and then some shuffling.
"N-No you git..I'm alive.." Arthur answered. "Just slipped."

I heard Arthur slip and I cringed, that must've hurt. I walked a little closer to the door. I pushed past Alfred's arm and stood infront of him. It didn't make much of a difference for him, he could easily see over my head "Arthur? Do you want me to get you a Tumms?" I called to him, listening for the responce.

"Oh, no that Wont be-" There was a grunt, and another indescribable noise, before Arthur continued. "Nesecary. I'm fine." Alfred raised his eyebrow in confusion, and leaned over Riley onto the door.
"Are you sure? Is someone in there?"
"No-GET OFF OF ME YOU-" Then Arthur's voice was muffled but you could hear a few words.
"Frog-slimy hands off-"
"Sacre blue Arthur Hold still and zis won't be so Hard!" a heavily French accent ordered, before there was another thump.

My blood went cold, I shook a bit and seemed to forget to breath. My chest wouldn't move, I wanted to burst into those doors and tell them to stop. But I didn't want to see anything that would hurt me. I felt light headed, then remembered my breathing. I counted to 10 as calmly as I could and glared at the door. I ran back ot the kitchen and grabbed a bathroom key from the drawer. I sprinted back and jabbed the little contraption into the lock. With a deep breath I turned the lock and opened the door, only to see Francis atop Arthur. Both of their pants down. "Are you f*cking cheating on me?!" I yelled, feeling my cold blood heat up.

Arthur struggled violently, his arms held down by Francis's strong hands. Alfred was in the room before Arthur could react to Riley's outburst, grabbing Francis byhis shirt and flinging him out of the room.
"HOW the HE** did you get in here dude?!" Alfred demanded, punching the frenchman upside the jaw. Arthur groaned, struggling to stand, as he felt the blood dripping off the back of his head where he hit it on the toilet.

I stood stiff, just staring at the broken Arthur on the ground. I frowned a little, hating the fact that we had been in the situation before. I swallowed hard and floated over to Arthur "D*mmit..." I muttered, grabbing his hand and looking at him with dull eyes. I didn't cry, I couldn't. I frowned a little deeper, unable to really move and slowly stood with Arthur. I sighed, then shot a scowl over at Francis, who was getting his a** kicked by Alfred. "I hate this...I-..." I didn't have words, I didn't want to deal with this anymore.

Arthur had his pants back on quickly, before he broke free of Riley's grasp and stormed over to Alfred, pulling him away from Francis, whose nose bled.
"Ah! My love you have come to save me from zis 'orrible-" Ftancis began before Arthur punched him in the nose again. Then in the throat, then shoved him out the front door. Alfred dashed over to Arrhur, and hugged him tightly.
"How did he even get in the bathroom?!" Alfred asked, letting Arthur go so he could answer him.
"Probably picked...the lock on my da** window.." The brit groaned, then turning to riley. Arthur walked over to her and shakily pulled her againsthis Chest before heaving a sigh.
"I swear, Riley I didnt plan..I would never..god that slimy frog bast**d."

I wavered when he pulled me to his chest and broke away from his grip "I...I can't do this anymore Arthur...I need a break...I think I'm going to go get a hotel room for the night, just to get my head straight...I might be gone for a few weeks, I just need...Time" I stuttered, walking upstairs and packing a few tops and a few pairs of pants. I came back down with a small shoulder bag stuffed and overflowing with my own clothes "I-I'll be back...maybe..." I muttered, before turning and walking out the door.