Perception [10/?]
anonymous
August 8 2010, 08:43:50 UTC
He wasn’t very aware but he was awake so that was good enough for Russia who kept stroking his hair with his hand slipped into the blanket in an attempt to keep him stimulated enough to keep him awake. It was then that Canada thought it was a good idea to speak up.
“I called up everyone from the meeting while France and I were waiting for you guys to return.” He said. “And I was able to convince everyone it was his economy doing this to him. But that he’s going to need some personal days to get back on his feet. They believed it pretty easily, I don’t think they suspect a thing… at least I hope.”
“They accept it because it’s easier to hear then the truth; it’s what they want to hear. Not that one of us, let alone the strongest, most pigheaded of us, is weak enough to succumb to this.”
“H-he’s not weak.” Canada stuttered, trying to defend his brother.
“No, he’s not.” Russia agreed, sighing angrily. “I just wish I knew why he would do this.”
“Me too.” Canada whispered.
They continued their conversation like America wasn’t there, talking about hockey in order to stop thinking about what was really going on. It wasn’t like America was paying attention though; he was awake but just barely and his mind was floating on the edge of consciousness.
It wasn’t long after until England and France returned, England had two thermoses of white tea, prepared specially to have less caffeine. Brewed with a little less leaf in slightly cooler water for a shorter period of time and steeped in hot water for 45 seconds. France had fetched a mug from the kitchen and England poured some tea, warm but not hot, into it while Russia and Canada sat America up and tried to keep him alert enough to drink it.
America had started shivering when he had gotten warmer but he was more awake now.
“America, I want you to drink this.” England said when he had the mug a third of the way full. He lifted it to America’s lips and tilted it up, trying to get him to drink. But when he tasted tea he jerked his head back.
“No.” America moaned out. “Fuckin’ hate tea.”
“I don’t care.” England replied, forcing the cup on him more from the front while Russia and Canada made sure he didn’t backup anymore. “You have to drink it.”
“I called up everyone from the meeting while France and I were waiting for you guys to return.” He said. “And I was able to convince everyone it was his economy doing this to him. But that he’s going to need some personal days to get back on his feet. They believed it pretty easily, I don’t think they suspect a thing… at least I hope.”
“They accept it because it’s easier to hear then the truth; it’s what they want to hear. Not that one of us, let alone the strongest, most pigheaded of us, is weak enough to succumb to this.”
“H-he’s not weak.” Canada stuttered, trying to defend his brother.
“No, he’s not.” Russia agreed, sighing angrily. “I just wish I knew why he would do this.”
“Me too.” Canada whispered.
They continued their conversation like America wasn’t there, talking about hockey in order to stop thinking about what was really going on. It wasn’t like America was paying attention though; he was awake but just barely and his mind was floating on the edge of consciousness.
It wasn’t long after until England and France returned, England had two thermoses of white tea, prepared specially to have less caffeine. Brewed with a little less leaf in slightly cooler water for a shorter period of time and steeped in hot water for 45 seconds. France had fetched a mug from the kitchen and England poured some tea, warm but not hot, into it while Russia and Canada sat America up and tried to keep him alert enough to drink it.
America had started shivering when he had gotten warmer but he was more awake now.
“America, I want you to drink this.” England said when he had the mug a third of the way full. He lifted it to America’s lips and tilted it up, trying to get him to drink. But when he tasted tea he jerked his head back.
“No.” America moaned out. “Fuckin’ hate tea.”
“I don’t care.” England replied, forcing the cup on him more from the front while Russia and Canada made sure he didn’t backup anymore. “You have to drink it.”
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