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[pooka_prince]

[Well, if nothing else, this has been educational: Cornelius wasn't even certain if the Pooka could get sick. Evidently, they could. The first bout of illness had seen him shivering in the living room in total seclusion; he hadn't wanted anyone to see him like this. He had finally expired sometime in the night, only to awaken the next morning in

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[kol_shevik]

[Well if you're that interested in helping. Russia gestures to a partially-open drawer on the other side of the room. There's a half-bottle of vodka there, obviously stocked in case of emergencies.]

Can't sleep.

[pooka_prince]

[Cornelius sighs, grabbing the vodka and handing it to Russia.]

Is there anything I can do?

[kol_shevik]

[Just looks at the bottle, before violently tossing it to one side - it hits the wall and smashes against it, Russia throwing himself back down on the cushions.]

Boss said this wouldn't happen to Russia again! Always happens to Russia! Will just hate me again.

[pooka_prince]

'tis not your fault, Russia! Please... Please calm down. Your boss is not here.

[1/2]

[kol_shevik]

Russia is calm.

[2/2]

[kol_shevik]

Is going to take forever to fix economy.

[pooka_prince]

Everything will be alright. All of these nightmares end after a week or so, yes? We need only hold out until then.

[kol_shevik]

Is okay for children to die. It happens. You get used to it. Is not so okay for Motherland. Tch, and even little America has run away into own head. Coward.

...Now Russia wants vodka back.

[pooka_prince]

You'll be alright, Russia. Everyone comes back after they die. I did. You will as well.

And... When you do, I will be here.

[kol_shevik]

[Have a pat on the head.]

...Спасибо. Comrade had better keep promise.

[pooka_prince]

Go to sleep, Russia. On my honor, I shall not abandon you.

[kol_shevik]

If you promise, товарищ.

[And Russia drifts off, and probably won't wake up til tomorrow morning, miraculously better.

Yes, it's miracle okay. Don't tell anyone, Cornelius.]