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    Alfred raised an eyebrow, biting back a sharp reply as he reached for his coffee, "Gimme my coffee!" He didn't like it when he had things taken away from him and it sparked a new challenge. "Don't you know how many things can kill me in my sleep?" He tried to get to his coffee, already feeling his irritated mood come back.

    [align=center]Arthur made it so that the coffee was out of Alfred's reach. "The only thing that can kill you in your sleep is me, or being too sick, which sleep helps!" he hissed. "Why can't you ever listen, even when it is to help you?!"

    Alfred was silent for a moment, thoughts whirling through his mind. He wanted to say something but it'd be hurtful and he'd regret it later. "Fine." Was all he said as he turned away, walking back to his room. He hated arguments, since they left him in a bad mood after. He closed the door to his room, leaning back down on his bed. He didn't want to go to sleep, heck no. He was still fuming from the argument the two nations had earlier and he was sure that it'd be impossible for him to get to sleep now.

    Arthur watched him leave with a sigh. He didn't like to yell, but it was for his own good, right? He wanted to go apologize, but decided it would be best to give him some cool down time alone. He felt bad for getting him upset while he was feeling like shit, so he made up his mind that he would go apologize and bring him food or something after he calmed down a bit.

    Alfred lay back down on the bed, laying on top of the covers, arms behind his head, his sapphire gaze tilted up to the ceiling. His thoughts drifted away to the war he was involved in. Great, now he had to face Russia from time to time, just because that was normal war behavior. What made things worse was that Russia had lots of good weapons that'll kick America's ass. Alfred turned on his side uncomfortably, his sapphire gaze now tilted towards the wall. If he lost this war... he'd be powerless against the Russian. Alfred sighed, hating the stupid stress that came with war.

    Arthur made some soup for the American and knocked on his door before opening in. "I'm sorry for yelling.." he said, bringing the soup over to him. "I just don't want you sick anymore.."

    Alfred glanced up, parting from his train of thoughts and smiling, "It's alright, dude." America was quick to forgive after arguments like that, which made him easier to get along with. He sat up on the bed, pushing the thoughts about the war away but it was obvious that he was still stressed about it.

    Arthur sighed and brought him the soup he made. "Here..." he said, giving it to him. He could tell he was still stressed out, and he assumed it was because of the war. Though, he decided to ask, just to make sure. "Is something else bothering you?"

    Alfred hesitated for a moment, knowing that he couldn't really lie about what was stressing him. "It's the war. Russia's got all these weapons that'll kick my ass. And I can't lose this war!" He admitted, keeping his ramblings short and to the point. The thought of actually losing made the pain of his headache increase but he ignored it.

    England sighed. "Well, that's another reason why you need to get healthy again... if you want to win, you need to be healthy. I know you have the ability to win. War isn't only about the weapons. It is about strategy. It is about wanting to win. If you really want it, then you can do it," he said.

    Alfred chuckled good-naturally, "I don't use strategy. I just hope I'm doing everything right." He joked, knowing that both of them needed some humor, even if it was a little crude. "But thanks, dude." He knew that it was better not to worry about it, since it would only leave him more stressed than he should be.

    Alfred knew that it was going to be difficult to actually get some rest, especially when his headache could cause difficulties in falling asleep. And let's no forget about the nightmares. Sleep seemed completely impossible for him. "That's going to be hard." He remarked, knowing that it was the truth.

    "Well, if you can't go to sleep, then just make sure you stay hydrated with water," he explained. The caffeine in coffee would just make matters worse. Plus, coffee isn't the best thing to drink in the first place, and being sick, it makes it even worse to have at the time.

    Alfred opened his mouth to protest but then he realized that it was useless to protest against it. He nodded his head in understanding, feeling too tired to pursue another argument,"Okay." He leaned back against his bed, suddenly wishing for sleep to come but it seemed to refuse to come. Damn it.

    Alfred knew that he couldn't force sleep upon him but he tried anyway. It took a lot of tossing and turning but he finally managed to do it. It was dreamless so far but he knew that somethings might pop up sooner or later. Alfred hugged the pillow in his sleep, his blond hair falling over his closed eyes. He had been extremely tired so sleep was the most important thing at the moment.

    Arthur looked around the room, putting his feet up on the couch as well. Last time, he was disturbed in the middle of his nap, so, he decided he was going to continue right where he left off. He closed his green eyes and fell asleep.