RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 2: Comrade

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 2: Comrade

Canada awoke to a bang in the room next door, Russia's room. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out what the noise could possibly be. Maybe he killed someone, he thought as he put his glasses back on. He figured he really should just go back to sleep, seeing how bad his head hurt and the cold getting worse, but his curiosity was just too strong; he couldn't fall asleep again anyway. He lifted himself out of the bed and put his sneakers on, he probably should of put socks on first but oh well. He peeked at Kumajirou to see he was in a deep sleep and figured not to wake him up to come with him.

He walked out into the hallway of the hotel and turned toward Russia's door. He was going to knock but found that the door was open a bit. Maybe someone killed him instead, he thought, but that's not possible is it? He pushed the door open a bit and took a look inside. The light was on but it was quiet. He expected to find a murder scene but it wasn't like that at all, he didn't even see Russia in the area he was looking. He opened the door more and took a step inside. Still no sign of the Russian.

His suitcase was on the bed, just laying there not even open. Canada looked around more, the light in the bathroom wasn't on so his thought of Russia being in there must be wrong. It was replaced with a thought that someone broke into Russia's room, the criminal could be hiding in the closet. Canada slowly turned toward the closet thinking someone was in there, maybe, but maybe not? He quickly opened the door to an empty closet, completely empty except for a few hangers. He signed, I gotta stop watching those crime shows with America, the thought.

Suddenly, he heard a moan on the other side of the bed. What am I walking into!, he first thought, but it didn't sound like the kind of moan he was thinking of, why he was even thinking of it like that in the first place was unclear to him, too much time with France maybe. He took more steps in and looked over the bed.

Russia, unconscious, was laying on the floor. He was panting, sweating, and clearly sick. Canada was surprised, Russia? He walked around the bed to the man and bent down. Clearly he's sick, he thought. He looked around to make sure no one was there and then touched his hand to the Russian's forehead.

"He's warm," Canada whispered, "He has to have a fever…" He didn't really know what to do. He couldn't just leave him on the floor to suffer… right? The thought came across his mind but no, he couldn't do that. He grabbed Russia's gloved hands and pulled up, mon dieu he's heavy. He managed to sit Russia up against the bed with much effort. The effort he put in made his head ache worsen. He breathed out and grabbed Russia again, picking him up and somehow managing to get him onto the bed, but accidentally falling over onto the bed too.

He didn't land on Russia, thank god, but he was pretty close. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly got up. Thank god Russia wasn't awake. He lifted up Russia's legs one at a time and pulled them all the way onto the bed. Finally he got Russia fully on the bed.

Now to take care of the fever, he thought as he walked into the bathroom. He grabbed one of the clothes from the railing and put it under the cool water. When it was soaked, he went back and laid it on Russia's forehead. His fever must be bad, he thought, his hair is soaked for Pete's sake. He stood there looking at the Russian sleeping, he never thought Russia could have such a peaceful face-wait what was he thinking? He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

Russia had on his normal clothing, the long jacket and his scarf. They can't be helping, Canada thought. He thought more about his situation, should he go further?