A House Call 2/3
anonymous
October 8 2009, 02:21:45 UTC
"Ah, it is very good. You should tell England thank you for me." he murmured, sadly regarding the empty bottom of his mug. Shooting him a small smile, she leaned over and took it from him, tossing over her shoulder that she would get him more as she left. This was perfectly fine with Russia; the Toddy tasted more of alcohol than of anything meant for healing.
An hour and three more refills later Russia was certainly feeling more relaxed, albeit still as sick. Smiling at his sister who was dabbing his face with a cool cloth and an anxious look, he lifted his hand to cup her cheek. Ukraine nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped the cloth, which only served to make him laugh. "Sister should smile more. She looks much more beautiful that way."
He smiled tipsily as she flushed and looked away to pick up the fallen cloth. Reaching up she took his hand in hers and gently moved it from her face. "I t-think there was a little too much vodka in your drink."
Russia curled his hand around his sister's, refusing to let go after being removed from its former place. His face grew serious and somehow desperate as he plaintively appealed to her. "Sister will stay with me, da? And...maybe sing?"
At that her eyes shone as tears welled up in them, and she reached up with her free arm to clumsily wipe them away. This was a side of her brother she had not seen for centuries, and it hurt her to think that. "Of course I will. W-what shall I sing for you?"
Ukraine seated herself on the bed once again, pulling her legs up underneath her while they both decided that an old lullaby from childhood would be best.
As she softly crooned, she leaned over to brush some stray hairs from her brother's face. In that moment Russia reached out for her and pulled her down next to him, burying his head in her hair in an attempt to quell the headache that was currently trying to split his skull open.
She was still for a moment in sheer surprise. Then she wrapped her arms around him and murmured comforting nothing words in his ear as he finally drifted off to the rest he so badly needed. The vice-grip on her middle did not lessen, though, and Ukraine resigned herself to staying there. It was a familiar position; they all had often huddled together in one bed at night to keep the winter chill at bay.
Sometime in the night she was awakened by a loud clamor right in her ear. Rousing herself to full alertness she sat up to find that the perpetrator of these horrific noises was none other than her own brother. She could only assume he was having a nightmare; he was shouting about Mongols, Ivan the Terrible, Stalin, the Romanovs drowning in blood why wouldn't anyone help them?
Pulling him close to her despite his thrashing about, Ukraine started talking. In the chaos she had no idea what is was she was even saying, only that she was shouting it desperately - and her face was wet, when did she start crying with him?
As swiftly as it had started it was over again and Ukraine had her brother back with her, breathing slowly and still holding too-tight onto her arms. They sat together silently for several minutes, just listening to the other's breath and heartbeat. Finally Russia whispered, almost inaudibly, "I am sorry for that."
"There is nothing to be sorry for." she admonished, fiercely pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
An hour and three more refills later Russia was certainly feeling more relaxed, albeit still as sick. Smiling at his sister who was dabbing his face with a cool cloth and an anxious look, he lifted his hand to cup her cheek. Ukraine nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped the cloth, which only served to make him laugh. "Sister should smile more. She looks much more beautiful that way."
He smiled tipsily as she flushed and looked away to pick up the fallen cloth. Reaching up she took his hand in hers and gently moved it from her face. "I t-think there was a little too much vodka in your drink."
Russia curled his hand around his sister's, refusing to let go after being removed from its former place. His face grew serious and somehow desperate as he plaintively appealed to her. "Sister will stay with me, da? And...maybe sing?"
At that her eyes shone as tears welled up in them, and she reached up with her free arm to clumsily wipe them away. This was a side of her brother she had not seen for centuries, and it hurt her to think that. "Of course I will. W-what shall I sing for you?"
Ukraine seated herself on the bed once again, pulling her legs up underneath her while they both decided that an old lullaby from childhood would be best.
As she softly crooned, she leaned over to brush some stray hairs from her brother's face. In that moment Russia reached out for her and pulled her down next to him, burying his head in her hair in an attempt to quell the headache that was currently trying to split his skull open.
She was still for a moment in sheer surprise. Then she wrapped her arms around him and murmured comforting nothing words in his ear as he finally drifted off to the rest he so badly needed. The vice-grip on her middle did not lessen, though, and Ukraine resigned herself to staying there. It was a familiar position; they all had often huddled together in one bed at night to keep the winter chill at bay.
Sometime in the night she was awakened by a loud clamor right in her ear. Rousing herself to full alertness she sat up to find that the perpetrator of these horrific noises was none other than her own brother. She could only assume he was having a nightmare; he was shouting about Mongols, Ivan the Terrible, Stalin, the Romanovs drowning in blood why wouldn't anyone help them?
Pulling him close to her despite his thrashing about, Ukraine started talking. In the chaos she had no idea what is was she was even saying, only that she was shouting it desperately - and her face was wet, when did she start crying with him?
As swiftly as it had started it was over again and Ukraine had her brother back with her, breathing slowly and still holding too-tight onto her arms. They sat together silently for several minutes, just listening to the other's breath and heartbeat. Finally Russia whispered, almost inaudibly, "I am sorry for that."
"There is nothing to be sorry for." she admonished, fiercely pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
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