America sighed as he looked over his charge. “Come on stop being such a baby about it…”
“I’m not--” Russia began, but his voice was so muffled by the pillow he was hugging to his face he could barely speak. Sweat poured from his forehead and down between his eyes, it was too much effort even to hide his face from America. He slowly let the pillow go, whimpering as the American took the pillow from his face.
“Now open up, and take your medicine, Russia.” America chirped (even if he was smiling, something about it seemed completely fake to Russia). America brought up a spoonful of liquid level to Ivan’s blistered and cracking lips. “It’s cherry flavored.”
“I’m not a child, Americ--” That was enough of an opening for America to shove the spoon in and force the medicine into Russia’s protesting mouth. Russia nearly retched as the crimson liquid’s flavor hit onto his mucus-coated tongue. It, by no means, tasted at all like cherries. Weakly Russia’s head fell back against another pillow occupying the bed. His stomach turning knots, “Where is Lithuania?”
“Busy. Come on, buddy, you don’t like me?” America teased, there was nothing remotely jealous or malicious in his voice, which surprised Russia. Nonetheless, this was America before him, surely all of that Cold War tension wasn’t completely gone. Does forgive and forget actually work with America? Russia wondered. No way in Hell.
“It’s not that… But don’t you have something better to do than take care of me?” Russia winced as a cold rag was brought up to his forehead. It felt so damn good to have that cool sensation on his feverish, clammy skin. He closed his eyes and sighed. The rag went down to dab at his neck and collarbone. “Just-t go away…”
The rag came to a rest on his forehead and he heard America muttering, “I’ll go get you some chicken soup.”
Russia’s eyes opened again, repeating louder and more determined, “Didn’t you hear me, America? Go away!”
America sighed, “Don’t be stupid. I’m not going anywhere, unless you make me, and you can’t even get out of bed by yourself.”
Russia’s temper flared as his hands twisted in the bedding around him, “Don’t underestimate me, America! I’m still more than an equal in power to the likes of you!”
America twitched as he watched the Russian begin to struggle and kick weakly at the covers to free his legs, “Woah! Woah! I didn’t mean that as a challenge! I just meant that I’m going to be taking care of you, until you’re yourself again.”
America gently put his hands on the Russian’s shoulders and tried to get him to recline again. Russia barely had enough strength to fight off the others hands on him. He fell back, biting his lip as tears threatened to appear in his eyes. He couldn’t help it when several leaked out of his tightly squeezed eyes, “Leave me alone! I don’t want you anywhere near me, especially when I’m like this…”
America took the rag from his forehead and wiped at Russia’s eyes. “Boy, you’re sweating like a storm its even getting into your eyes…”
Those violet eyes became quizzical as he looked up at the American. America must have known that wasn’t sweat… Then why did he not mock his former enemy? Russia just kept staring at the other nation, not sure what to think or say.
“Now, I’m going to go get that soup for you.” America finally broke the silence as he pat the other on the shoulder. “Just stay tucked in, Russia. It’s not like borsht but I think you’ll like it.”
Russia turned his head away, nuzzling the pillow to mask his reddening face and whispering just loud enough to be heard, “Thank you…”
Original thread: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=26823694
Fill title: (QuickFill!) Cherry Flavored Medicine
America sighed as he looked over his charge. “Come on stop being such a baby about it…”
“I’m not--” Russia began, but his voice was so muffled by the pillow he was hugging to his face he could barely speak. Sweat poured from his forehead and down between his eyes, it was too much effort even to hide his face from America. He slowly let the pillow go, whimpering as the American took the pillow from his face.
“Now open up, and take your medicine, Russia.” America chirped (even if he was smiling, something about it seemed completely fake to Russia). America brought up a spoonful of liquid level to Ivan’s blistered and cracking lips. “It’s cherry flavored.”
“I’m not a child, Americ--” That was enough of an opening for America to shove the spoon in and force the medicine into Russia’s protesting mouth. Russia nearly retched as the crimson liquid’s flavor hit onto his mucus-coated tongue. It, by no means, tasted at all like cherries. Weakly Russia’s head fell back against another pillow occupying the bed. His stomach turning knots, “Where is Lithuania?”
“Busy. Come on, buddy, you don’t like me?” America teased, there was nothing remotely jealous or malicious in his voice, which surprised Russia. Nonetheless, this was America before him, surely all of that Cold War tension wasn’t completely gone. Does forgive and forget actually work with America? Russia wondered. No way in Hell.
“It’s not that… But don’t you have something better to do than take care of me?” Russia winced as a cold rag was brought up to his forehead. It felt so damn good to have that cool sensation on his feverish, clammy skin. He closed his eyes and sighed. The rag went down to dab at his neck and collarbone. “Just-t go away…”
The rag came to a rest on his forehead and he heard America muttering, “I’ll go get you some chicken soup.”
Russia’s eyes opened again, repeating louder and more determined, “Didn’t you hear me, America? Go away!”
America sighed, “Don’t be stupid. I’m not going anywhere, unless you make me, and you can’t even get out of bed by yourself.”
Russia’s temper flared as his hands twisted in the bedding around him, “Don’t underestimate me, America! I’m still more than an equal in power to the likes of you!”
America twitched as he watched the Russian begin to struggle and kick weakly at the covers to free his legs, “Woah! Woah! I didn’t mean that as a challenge! I just meant that I’m going to be taking care of you, until you’re yourself again.”
America gently put his hands on the Russian’s shoulders and tried to get him to recline again. Russia barely had enough strength to fight off the others hands on him. He fell back, biting his lip as tears threatened to appear in his eyes. He couldn’t help it when several leaked out of his tightly squeezed eyes, “Leave me alone! I don’t want you anywhere near me, especially when I’m like this…”
America took the rag from his forehead and wiped at Russia’s eyes. “Boy, you’re sweating like a storm its even getting into your eyes…”
Those violet eyes became quizzical as he looked up at the American. America must have known that wasn’t sweat… Then why did he not mock his former enemy? Russia just kept staring at the other nation, not sure what to think or say.
“Now, I’m going to go get that soup for you.” America finally broke the silence as he pat the other on the shoulder. “Just stay tucked in, Russia. It’s not like borsht but I think you’ll like it.”
Russia turned his head away, nuzzling the pillow to mask his reddening face and whispering just loud enough to be heard, “Thank you…”
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