[Fanfic] Roderich's Fever

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Title: Roderich's Fever
Characters: Austria, Switzerland, Gilbert
Rating: K +5
Summary: Austria stays up too late writing scores, and winds up with a burning head.
Warning: Extreme Edelweiss.

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Basch: *runs around in an apron and grabs medicine, blankets, and pillows*

Gilbert: (reading a magazine) *glances over, one eye closed from squinting at an ad* What are you doing?

Basch: Roderich's sick! *drops all of the stuff on the couch, before bustling off into the kitchen; grabs a thermometer and hurries back out to tuck Roderich in*

Roderich: *sucks on thermometer, eyes glazed*

Basch: *brushes his bangs to the side, before dipping a cloth in a cool bowl of water* What have you been doing? How did you catch this? *pulls the thermometer out of his mouth and glances at it* 102 ... *eyebrows furrow, before placing the cloth on his forehead*

Roderich: I had to... finish my song... *smiles weakly*

Basch: Roderich ... you shouldn't obsess to the point of insanity. *leans over and fluffs the extra pillows behind his head*

Roderich: Ha... But it's finished. *lifts a wobbly finger, pointing to the nightstand* See?

Basch: I'm sure it's lovely. *pushes his hand down, and covers it immediately with a blanket* You can play it for me when you're feeling better.

Roderich: Ah... when I'm better... *head rolls to the side*

Basch: *stomach twists with worry, but he remains visibly unmoved* You just sleep, now. Don't worry about a thing. I'll run the house and staff for you. (< In other words, "I'll run the house, and your staff will get the next couple of days off.")

Roderich: *smiles sleepily* Thank you, Basch. I shall... most definitely... repay you... *drifts off to a dreamless slumber*

Basch: You needn't bother. We both know you're hopeless with money and debt-- *stops and falls silent, as Roderich sleeps, before slipping out of the room and closing the door quietly behind*

{Basch, Gilbert played by albino_gil}
{Roderich played by Me}