Author's note: Heeeey~ So uh...this fic is based on something that actually happened to me a couple weeks ago. My family and I went to go see a movie and as we were getting back into the van after the show, I smashed my head against the roof of it and screamed out in pain, and cried, my mom freaked out and wanted to take me to the hospital but my dad just drove us home so that I could put ice on it. So in my fit of genius, once the throbbing in my head subsided, I thought I'd write a little FrUk fic with Iggy in my place.

"Mon cher, how are you feeling?"

England attempted to roll his eyes but it hurt too much to do so. "I feel like I fucking smashed my head against the bloody car, that's what."

"Well it is your fault you weren't looking."

France had a pitying expression on his face and England wanted to wipe it right off. "Just shut up and give me the damn ice pack."

France handed said ice pack over to the Brit, watching as England grabbed it and placed it on his sore head. "And you say I do silly things," France mumbled.

"I didn't do this on purpose!" England cried and then winced, as his head throbbed painfully. "I just miscalculated where my head was in comparison to the roof of the car."

"Of course, Angleterre."

"Fine," England grumbled. "Laugh at me for all I care. Relish my pain. I don't need you to help me."

France chuckled faintly and let his hand caress the other's cheek. "Always so dramatic, rosbif."

England blushed angrily. "I am not," he scowled. He relaxed against the pillow, closing his eyes and trying to wish away the pain. He felt the ice pack leave his head and was about to protest when he felt warm lips on the bump he had received. He blinked up and felt his face get warm at the smile France gave him.

"I will take care of you all night, mon cher," he whispered.

"Idiot," England said, though the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. "I'll be fine."

"Oui, with my help you most certainly will. You will be back to your normal overbearing self in no time!"

"Overbearing?!"

France laughed and England couldn't truly bring himself to argue with him anymore because his head hurt and he was exhausted. "Rest up, darling," the Frenchman said softly as he noticed how tired the other nation looked. "I will be watching you all night."

"That's what I'm afraid of," England muttered, drifting off to sleep.

France gently tucked the blankets around him and kissed his cheek before settling down in the chair next to the bed. He turned off the lamp light and smiled down at the sleeping Englishman. "Sweet dreams, mon lapin."