"AACHOO!"

Ivan stared, pale with shock and horror; a virtual statue standing before his kitchen sink with a dish still held aloft in his hand, dripping soapy water back among the unwashed dishes.

"Плохо..."

Alfred strutted proudly through the wide halls of his house, stupidly pleased with himself.

"I am like the best big brother - EVER! OF ALL TIME!"

It had all started after that stupid cabin-in-the-woods-that-will-never-be-mentioned-again. Turns out it was Finlands house ( who knew right? Wait...if it was Finlands house what was Sweden doing there? )

Alfred paused to think about this a moment, then shrugged it off as nothing he truly cared about seeing as he wasn't involved.

Anyway, after that whole 'fiasco-which-has-no-name' was over with Mattie had come down with a bad case of the creeping cruds - or you know, influenza if you insist on being all 'correct'. Which Alfred, while always being totally right in every awesome thing he ever did, was very rarely 'correct', politically or otherwise.

So of course like the awesome brother he was he'd gotten Mattie back up on his feet in no time!

"He was practically jumping for joy when I showed up! Man my mere presence must be some sort of health tonic or something."

Pausing he thought about it. "I wonder if I can market that..."

"AAACHOO!"

"Плохо..."

Alfred froze like the freeze tag champion he was ( not even a muscle twitch - your move fellow gradeschoolers! ) But no one, small child or otherwise, came out to challenge his authority of the game and thus with a shrug he continued on.

"I must be spending too much time with Ivan, I'm hearing phantom sneezing in Russian! Hah!"

After his nightly ritual of shower, videogames, pizza, videogames, hamburgers, Alfred finally decided to call it a night and retreat to the heavenly down of his ultra-King sized bed.

Pajama's? Check!

Texas off? Check!

Avengers blanket? Check!

Ivan? CheeeeeeeeeEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED! NO! NO! GET OFF MY SPIDERMAN SHEETS THIS INSTANT!"

Ivan scrunched his face in displeasure at the obnoxious noises coming from his student but did not open his eyes. After a moment of dramatic finger pointing in silence Alfred began to think that the Russian had no intention of moving - but how could that be? He'd very plainly indicated his displeasure and told him to get lost. Maybe he'd been to vague - he had that problem sometimes, people always gave him looks like they didn't' understand; poor dears.

"Okay, so maybe I didn't explain that right." Alfred growled, vein throbbing on his forehead with the effort of controlling his anger. "But GET OUT OF MY BED NOW!"

"AAACHOO!"

"Плохо..."

Alfred blinked. "Wut?"

Ivan pulled the covers higher. "Мне плохо. У меня грипп."

"Oh come on now don't do this to me! Speak English!"

Ivan sighed and pulled the covers even higher.

Alfred tried to pull them back down. They didn't budge.

"Noooo~ Come on don't do this! Man, just get out of my bed! What's wrong with you anyway?!"

"У меня грипп."

"English Plz"

"Я плохо сплю."

"OMG Speak AMERICAN."

"Мне то жарко, то холодно."

Alfred let out a guttural scream of frustration fueled by language barriers and a wicked caffeine crash. At last Ivan pointed next to him on the table where a little yellow stick thermometer sat. Alfred grudgingly read it. "Oh...huh..so it's reading really high."

He jumped. "WAIT! Are you sick?!"

Ivan nodded.

"Oh no, HELL no! Not in MY house. Go on - shoo! Be sick at home, be sick on a plane out of the states - be sick ANYWHERE BUT HERE!"

Ivan shook his head.

"AAACHOO!"

With this final denial Alfred groaned with the inevitability of it all. But he was up for any challenge - he'd managed to pull Mattie through his illness just fine! Surely taking care of one sick Russian couldn't be that hard.

"AAACHOO!"

Alfred sighed. "Man..."

Authors Note:

Short chapter is short. But it's easier for me to work in little sections like this - I'll probably condense them later like I did for the earlier ones. I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get back in the swing of things but as we all know my flying plot bunny is a jerk. I sort of couldn't figure out where to go from the last chapter - it came to me as I was brushing back up on my Russian; thus an update!

For those wondering about the translations I'll post the list eventually! But it's part of the plot that it be left blank for now.

For native Russian speakers if I wrote something wrong or something that just doesn't make sense let me know. I'm working out of textbooks so there's a margin of error to be expected.

For those who don't know and might just care I do have a Tumblr account which I'm on more than I am this one - eighthageartificer tumblr (be warned - you will be inundated with LOTR and SILM stuff if you go there; I'm going through a 'phase' right now it seems. I'll maybe try to even it out with some Hetalia stuff in the future too. If you have any questions refer them there as it's much easier -and faster- for me to answer through Tumblr than here.)

Thanks Again for reading!

(also, bear with me as I try this new thing called 'replying'. I'm an introvert, so it's a work in progress.)

Also, Thanks to Yantau for correcting a spelling mistake. ( I knew 'x' looked weird but i couldn't think of why! Now I get it. )