calls him, concerned.

answers the phone moaning in a way that makes him sound like he's angry and crying. 'Y-yeah?'

automatically alarmed. "Declan? Are you alright, Love?"

pouts into the phone. If he had known it was Arthur he would have tried to sound more manly. He sighs, knowing there was no point in hiding_

it now. 'No, I have a sore tummy and I feel miserable.'

frowns. "Oh god, I'll be right over, alright, Love?" He started to get some things together.

'You don't need to, but if you really want to...alright.' He feels secretly grateful Arthur is coming. He always made him feel better.

"No, I need to. How did you get sick, Declan?" He finished gathering his things setting up for his short flight over there.

bites his fingertip as he moves around his house, crouching in corners as if to hide from the unpleasantness. 'I might have drunk a little_

whiskey a few days ago which had seen better days...'

sighs. "Why would you do that?" He frowned. "You can explain when I get there, I have to go, I'll see you soon."

'Bye...' He hangs up and then stretches himself out on the cool floor.

hung up, and left. He got to Declan's as quickly a possible, knocking at the door lightly.

crawls along the floor and opens the door with great strain. The door opens a little and he just says '...come in!'

opens the door, he looked down at Declan. "Declan.. Why are you on the floor...?" He frowned, closing the door. "Come on, you should be in

bed."

twists his body, thinking maybe he can confuse the pain inside him enough for it to stop hurting. 'It hurts too much to go up the stairs.'_

makes grabby hands at the Englishman.

frowns, pitying the other. "You poor thing.." He bent down to his knees, moving some hair. "Is it just your belly?"

moves himself into Arthur, enjoying the gentle caress of his hair. He was already feeling a little looser. He nods. 'The rest of me is_

perfect, as usual.' He gives him a weak smile. 'Kiss it better?'