Request - Prussia x Reader - Sick Day

Request – Prussia x Reader – Sick Day

The bed was covered in random things, and a tray next to it held a half-eaten bowl of soup and some green tea, both already gone cold. There were a few video game controllers, a DS, your laptop, and a few books near the foot. Your iPod and phone were somewhere near your pillows. Several blankets were draped over your legs, and there were a few stuffed animals strewn across the top. The TV and DVD player remotes were by your hands. Used tissues littered the floor beside the bed, and a nearly-empty tissue box was on the nightstand next to you.

You lay in bed, watching A Haunting. You hadn’t gone to school that day, as you had gotten sick. If you had gone, you would have just been a nuisance and ended up going home anyway. Your parents were both at work, at your insistence: You didn’t want them to lose pay just because you had a head cold. Your grandma had stopped by to check on you and made you the food you had on the TV tray.

You turned your head and checked the time. “School would be letting out right about now,” you said in a nasally voice. You sniffled and coughed, letting out a slightly strangled-sounding sigh afterwards. Your cell phone rang, startling you.

You fumbled for the phone, finally managing to find it under an extra pillow at your side. You answered, but a coughing fit interrupted you before you managed to even say a greeting. A much-needed sniffle was snuck in before you actually spoke into the phone. “Hello? Mom?” you asked – you hadn’t bothered to check who it was before answering.

“Whoa, (f/n), you sound terrible!” a very familiar and heavily-accented voice said on the other end. There was loud chatter of two others on the other end, and the accented voice shut them up before it spoke again. “I’m guessing that’s why you weren’t in school today?”

“Uh-huh. Is this” – a sneeze interrupted you – “Is this Gilbert?”

“Ja, it’s me. I wanted to know how you were doing,” he answered.

“Hey, is it (f/n)? How is she?” a Spanish-accented voice asked.

“Shush! Let the man talk!” a French-accented voice replied.

“Guys, quiet! She’s sick!” Gilbert covered the receiver on his phone and yelled at his friends Antonio and Francis. He sighed and uncovered the receiver. “Sorry. Antonio and Francis wouldn’t shut up.”

“Nah, that’s fine. I just have a head cold.”

“Do you want me to come over?” Wow, that was out of character for Gilbert. Still, you appreciated the gesture.

“I don’t want you sick too. Don’t worry,” you said. A sneeze cut you off from finishing what you wanted to say, and due to the sneeze you had to blow your nose loudly. Dumping the tissue on the floor, you picked the phone back up. “Sorry.”

“Alright, that cuts it – I’m coming over. Francis, Toni, go on without me. I’m gonna go head for (f/n)’s house.” A muffled conversation ensued, letting you know that he was saying something he didn’t want you to hear and was as such covering the mouthpiece again.

“Gilbert, it’s fine.”

“Nope. Made up my mind. I’m coming over.”
Gilbert hung up before you could get anything else in. You sighed and hung up, depositing the phone back where you had found it. You wiggled down so your head was against your pillows instead of your back, deciding to take a nap. Eventually, you managed to doze off into a fitful sleep.

You woke up and found yourself very warm and very heavy. It felt like your dog was lying on you. “Millie, get offa me…” You shoved the thing off you, but it wasn’t furry like Millie. In fact, it didn’t have the same physical shape as her either. After a moment, you pried open your eyes, allowing them to flutter open. What met your eyes was something you hadn’t expected in the slightest – it wasn’t Millie, but Gilbert! Despite the surprise, you were too sick and tired to react at all.

“What were you doing?” you asked. Gilbert laughed and sat up.

“Waiting for you to wake up,” he replied.

“By lying on top of me? Sure…” You coughed and had to sit up. Gilbert looked at the pajamas you were wearing – flannels patterned with cartoon birds.

“Cute pajamas.”

“Thanks.” You blew your nose and, after tossing the tissue with the others, let your hands drop. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come.”

“I’d feel bad if I didn’t do anything. C’mon, I set up the living room. Your parents already said it’s fine if I stay and take care of you tonight,” Gilbert explained. He carefully helped you out of bed and wrapped you in a blanket, tying it around your shoulders like a cape. He pressed your favorite stuffed animal into your hands, helped you put on a pair of slippers, and shut off the TV. Then, he put an arm around your shoulder and the other on the arm pressed against his side, leading you out to the living room.

The living room was set up almost like a movie night-slash-sleepover. Blankets were draped over the couches, and pillows were strewn everywhere. A stack of movies and TV on DVD was on the coffee table, which was covered with some of your favorite snack foods, as well as some stew and a new cup of tea. Your dog was curled up in the middle of a nest of blankets beside the couch.

“Wow, Gilbert, did you do all this?” you asked, coughing into the blanket.

“Well… Yeah. I didn’t make the food, just found it in your kitchen. But yeah, I figured this would be better than lying in bed feeling all disgusting and stuff. By the way, how do you feel? I mean, other than being sick,” he replied.

“Uh… Aside from being sick and my hair feeling all gross, alright I guess…” you said after a moment’s pause.

“Want me to wash your hair? I can do it over the edge of the tub,” Gilbert offered.

“I’d rather not worry about that, but thank you, Gilbert,” you answered with a small smile. Gilbert shrugged and smiled at you, helping you to the couch. He put the bowl of soup into his lap and filled the spoon, holding it to your lips.

“What are you doing?”

“Shush. Just let me do this.”

You shrugged and allowed Gil to feed you the stew. When you were too full to finish it off, he put the bowl back on the table and had you lean back on the pillows he had put against the arm of the chair. He put on a movie and sat back down, on the floor in front of you. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re too nice, Gil. Still, thank you,” you said. He looked up at you, and you smiled. He smiled in response.

After a while of watching the TV, you felt yourself drifting off. Before you could, you reached down for Gilbert’s hand and grabbed it, pulling it to your stomach. You nodded off a few moments later, a smile on your face.