[The first thing he feels is warmth.
The second (the dull ache in his chest), third (the raw feeling of a half-healed throat) and fourth (the still searing pain of the slowly closing gash in his leg) things all decide to hit him at once, just to make sure he didn't forget about them, because they're lonely and Russia never calls.
Before he even
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[...wait. Wait. Daaayum, bro, you sound terrible. Like a dying bear or something.]
....is you not feeling well?
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[YOU DON'T FOOL HIM.]
Would mind if came to see? Has been...awhile.
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[a click, then silence, then a quiet knocking on your door some time later. He made food..!]
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Ah, comrade? Hello? Door was open so was thinking-
[....awww shit. Stupid ruskie I came here to butter you up, don't go and die! Brb cradling your fat self like a big mother hen.]
Russia!
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--Sister, нет!
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...is not your sister, comrade, is just me.
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Is just comrade.
How many days?
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Believe it was five days.
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Will build nice beach house in Florida and take comrades and have nice vacation.
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p-pulls closer? n-not that he likes you or anything you fatass]
Sounding very nice, comrade. Thank you.
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You are missing Russia, Да? Would be sad if Russia left?
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[may or may not be ALMOST affectionately nuzzling or something
you smell like vodka and fat]
Not wanting to think about you leaving again. Already had you gone once.
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[Russia wipes his eyes with the back of his hand again and it's totally not because he's starting to tear up.]
Is very clever of town.
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