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“I was thinking it was time to turn in,” Russia answered still frowning despite his words. “I will use the bathroom first.”
Then he turned and stalked off towards the bathroom. America shrugged and yawned. He didn’t really need to use the bathroom so he curled himself up further into his pillow and let his eyes slip shut. He didn’t even have time to worry about the fact that he didn’t have a blanket. The lingering scent of Russia’s cologne and the soft sound of the running water in the other room combined with his sheer exhaustion and pulled him almost instantly into sleep.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept before a hand on his shoulder roused him. Apparently it wasn’t long because the lights were still up and Russia was standing over him. The older nation’s hair was wet and he’d changed into different clothes. He held out a pile in America’s direction that seemed to be made up of a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
“Go take a shower,” he said softly.
“Wha…” America blinked blearily up at Russia, his words slurred with interrupted sleep. “I wasn’ gonna take a shower…”
“You’re feverish and sweaty,” Russia said calmly. “Go take a cool shower…it’ll help you sleep better.”
America opened his mouth to argue but he did feel extra sweaty and the thought of a cool shower did sound like a good idea. So instead he struggled to his feet and grabbed the offered set of clothing. “It’s the wildfires,” he mumbled as an explanation even though one probably wasn’t needed. Russia just nodded and then turned and went back to the bed as America crossed the room towards the bathroom.
He showered as quickly as he could; savoring the coolness of the water as long as he thought he could get away with it. He toweled off and quickly donned the clothing that Russia had provided. They hung loose on him, which was a rare occurrence for borrowed clothing, and appeared to be well worn; he ran his fingers through his damp hair and headed back into the other room. He did feel a lot better, he was almost positive that he could manage a couple good hours of sleep over the rest of the night before he had to get up.
He was halfway towards the couch when he realized his pillow was missing from where he’d left it. He frowned and sighed heavily. He should have known better then to think that Russia was being serious about letting him crash on the couch. Russia strived for mind games and the whole playing nice, going so far as to offer a shower and a set of clothes, before pulling the rug out from under him and tossing him out was a good one. He turned to face Russia who was sitting on the bed propped up against the head board thick book open in front of him.
“Was all this really necessary?” he asked wearily.
“What?” Russia asked peering over the top of his book his brow creased in confusion.
“Playing nice…making me feel welcome…offering me your clothes and then tossing me back out just when I’ve relaxed…” America said in irritation tired of the games.
“I’m not tossing you out, America,” Russia said setting the book down on his lap his hand between the two covers. “Why would you think that?”
“My pillow is missing,” America said feeling further irritated at having to point out the obvious.
“Its right here,” Russia said pointing to the empty spot next to him.
For the first time America noticed that that side of the bed had been turned down nicely and that the pillow placed at the top of it was decked out in a navy pillow case that didn’t match the others, his pillow... “Oh…” he mumbled crossing to the bed and reaching out to grab it. “Why’d you move it over here…” he grumbled.
He jumped in surprise as Russia’s hand reached out and grabbed his as he started to pick up the pillow. “I moved it here so you could use it,” he said evenly.
“I…” America’s eyes widened in shock. “I just want to crash on the couch…I don’t want your bed…” and he certainly didn’t want to share it.
“You barely fit on that couch, America,” Russia pointed out mildly.
“It’s fine…I’ll be fine,” America insisted.
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America wanted to argue against that to remind Russia that they had still been friends when those two nights had occurred and that absolutely nothing had happened but he didn’t. He knew Russia would remember them just as clearly as he did and also remember the fact that nothing had happened because Russia hadn’t allowed it to at the time though America had been most insistent. America really didn’t want to give Russia yet another reason to tease him when he’d given him so many already that evening.
“Don’t make me tie you up…” Russia threatened in a teasing tone.
America huffed but he nodded his head and tentatively climbed into the bed. The light clicked off as he was crawling under the sheets leaving him in darkness as he settled stiffly against his pillow. He didn’t remain that way for long; he almost jumped right back off the bed as Russia curled up around him, arm splayed over his hip, chest against his back and head curled into his shoulder. He could feel the skin brushing up against his cooling down to a lower temperature but that was the least of his worries.
“Wha…what are you doing?” he snapped as he tried to get himself loose from Russia’s grasp. The other nation’s grip was solid and unmoving. “Let me go…”
“Relax,” Russia whispered against his ear. “I’m not going to hurt you…just trying to help the fever…”
“But…” America said even as his body started to betray him and relax against the comfort the other nation was providing it. Sleep tugged at his mind which was also quickly starting to weaken against its protest.
“Sleep…” Russia said bringing a hand up to brush against a fevered brow. “Just sleep.”
“Hmmm…” America mumbled. He remained aware enough to notice that Russia’s skin seemed to cool a couple more degrees and then level out. “How do you do that?” he murmured sleepily.
“Do what?” Russia murmured back.
“That cooling thing with your skin,” America asked turning his head slightly in attempt to get a better look at Russia but it was too dark so he turned his head back around. “It’s not always cold like that.”
“It’s a bit like your strength,” Russia explained. “You are able to control it so you do not go around breaking things every time you put your hand down. I am able to regulate my body temperature as needed.”
“Ah,” America said with a slight nod. “It’s your thing.”
“My thing?” Russia asked with amusement.
“Yeah, your supernatural side affect thing. Like my strength, Canada’s invisibility, and England turns into…” he trailed off and chuckled. England would probably kill him if he told Russia what he turned into when he got drunk, he wasn’t even sure if England realized that he knew or truthfully he wasn’t sure England even knew it himself. “Never mind…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Ah…” Russia said.
America knew that the tone of his voice was the one he used when he was curious enough to do a bit of digging. He knew he should be more concerned about that but already he was drifting towards a place where rational thought meant little. It had been so long since he’d had a good night sleep he’d almost forgotten what those few moments before it completely took over felt like. It felt a lot like heaven to him in that moment. He relaxed further into Russia only barely registering that Russia was rubbing his fingers softly against his bare arms and murmuring something softly against his ear in Russian. He managed to pick up a few words before he completely drifted off.
“Sleep, little one, sleep…”
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TBC
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Notes: Just one more little follow up/epilogue chapter left.
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Russia....calm and caring Russia is LOVE and HOT.
can't wait for next <3
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D'aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww!!
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Very cute! Poor Alfred, he was tired alright, look at all of those Freudian slip!!! And Russia handled the situation so calmly :D
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d'awwww... such a cutie.
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Oh and what does England turn into? Do you have another story that mentions it or something in the kink meme?
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I was referring to the Britannia Angel.
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