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Why is it that 99 out of every 100 selfies I take look like my face was having muscle spasms?
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“AAAUUUGGGHHH…” I moaned, slamming my face into the wall beside me. “Stupid fucking allergie-achoo!

Yup, it was that time of the year again. Spring. Melting snow, blooming flowers, sunny days, and pollen! So much pollen. I hated it. Then again, I pretty much hated every season of the year except for winter. I've often been called a polar bear. It made sense, considering I always have a fan and/or air conditioner running. Even with seven feet of snow on the ground. Why? I don't know.

"Nnngghh..." I groaned, burying myself beneath a mound of comforters and throwing my pillows over my head. "I. Want. To. Die." I whined.

I focused on trying to sleep, suppressing every sneeze and cough that came up. Once I had finally slipped halfway into unconsciousness, a loud banging noise shook my house. My eyes flashed open.


Oh God, no.


"Michiel? Mon ami, where are you~?"

Oh, shit shit shit shit shiiiiit!

I threw the blankets off of my body and stumbled out of bed. A wave of dizziness came over me, forcing me to lean against the wall for support. I breathed in deeply a few times and slowly struggled down the stairs, almost falling down them face first. 

"W-What are you guys doing here?" I demanded, struggling to breathe. The three of them stopped and turned to look at me.

"Whoa, amigo, you don't look so good." Antonio commented, studying me closely.

"Oui, you look like zhe living dead." Francis winced, looking slightly disgusted.

"I don't feel good either, dick brains. Why are you h-here?" I coughed. 

"Zhe awesome me suggested ve come visit you, Michiel!" Gilbert said proudly, planting his hands in his hips. I glared at him as hard as I could.

"Leave. Now." I hissed with what little strength I had. Francis pretended to be offended. 

"But mon ami-" 

"But nothing." I growled, swaying slightly as I leaned against a different wall. "Leave." 

I slowly started struggling up the stairs. Suddenly, another wave of dizziness pulled me to the ground and sent me tumbling down the stairs. I must have blacked out briefly because the next thing I knew, there were three different sets of hands swarming my vision. A warm, gentle touch pulled me against a mildly muscled body. Instictively, I curled up against it. Their heartbeat and light voice overpowering the sound of my heavy breathing. 

"I have him. Go back to..."

Darkness swept across my mind.



At that sound, my head whipped around. The second I saw his crumpled body curled on the ground, I raced to his side. My arms immediately wrapped around his small frame. Seeing him so fragile like this pulled at my heart.

"I have him. Go back to the car and go home." I said. Francis and Gilbert stared dumbfounded.

"Ve can't just leave you here vith him!" Gilbert protested.

"Oui, what if you need 'elp?" Francis pitched in as he watched me stand up carefully. I cradled him gently against my chest.

"I won't need help, I promise amigo." They both looked at me for a while before Gilbert caved and sighed.

"Alright. Let's go." He muttered. Francis nodded and they quickly left the house. The second I heard the door close, I started up the stair case. He was surprisingly a lot lighter then what I imagined. 

It only took me a few seconds to find his room. I carefully set him down and pulled the blankets over his body. His flushed cheeks gave me a sinking suspicion that he had a fever. Laying the back of my hand against his forehead was all the conformation I needed. In a few seconds, I'd left and come back with a cool, slightly damp washrag. I laid it on his forehead and plopped down in a random chair across the room.



When I walked back into the room with a glass of water and medicine in my hand, he was tossing and turning restlessly in his sleep. His lips were forming soundless words that I couldn't quite read. 

I set the glass down and laid my hand on his shoulder. Right as I was about to shake him, he gasped and started trembling. He rolled out of my reach as he made low, pained noises.

"T-Toni..." I heard him call. I froze. He knew I was here?

"Mi amigo, are you alright?" I stood up and quickly made my way around the bed. Much to my surprise his eyes weren't open. 

What in the...?

"!" He tossed and rolled some more. It was almost as if he was having a God-awful dream.

What the hell was going on inside that head of his? I wondered as I reached out to carefully shake him.

"Michiel? Michiel, wake up."


"W-what...?" I groaned, extremely disoriented. My head rolled lazily and my eyes met a pair of green orbs filled with concern. "Toni? What are you doing here?"

"You don't remember? Gil, Francis and I came to visit you and you blacked out, amigo." He explained.

"Oh." I gave him an empty look as I blinked, recollecting myself. Toni just simply shook his head and rocked back onto his seat. "Where are the guys?"

"I told them to go home."

"Oh." I repeated dumbly. We stared at each other for an awkward moment as my embarrassment grew. I looked away, praying that the color in my cheeks from the fever hid my blush. "Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah." He muttered as he handed me a glass of water and some pills after I sat up. "Do you have anyone that'll be around to help you or...?"

"Um, no. I kind of live alone." I explained after downing the entire glass and the medicine. The Spaniard gave me a disapproving look.

"Why didn't you call someone?"

"I didn't think I needed to?" I admitted.


More awkward silence. I continued to mentally beat myself up. Why the hell is this so awkward? Does he not want to be here? Did I do something wrong? Nothing about this situation seemed to be agreeable. Antonio was usually such a bright and social person. Right now, he was acting like he'd rather be anywhere but here. Which, honestly, didn't make any sense since he choose to stay. Maybe it's just me?

"Uh, well-"

"So-" Our eyes met and I held up my hands defensively.

"You were going to say something?" I asked and he hook his head.

"No! You can go ahead. It wasn't all that important." He promised.

"I didn't mean to cut you off."

"It's okay. I was just going to ask if you have eaten yet?" Toni questioned.

"Um, no. Not exactly." I gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of my neck. He stood, smiling.

"That's no bueno! I'll make you something. Stay here, I'll be back from the store soon, amigo!" Toni announced.

I tried to get him not to spend any money on me and tell that I would be fine. He refused to listen to me and bolted out the door, instructing me to get some rest while he was out. With the idea set firmly in his head he ventured out, leaving me slightly dumbfounded.

That man, I swear. I shook my head and fell back onto my pillows, deciding to listen to Toni and get some rest.

SpainxSick!Male!OC - Sick Day
Updated version of an earlier fic. Let me know if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes.
I know I'm a few days late for this but I as busy celebrating with friends but HOLY SHIT YES LOVE WINS!
I've been thinking about possibly starting a Twitch or YouTube channel...

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