[COMPLETED] My Prize

chapter 28 - I'll warm you up

And just as expected, Russia went to the place and went in, he then saw that no one is there, it's completely empty except for Philip, only a dim light that is illuminating Philip ever so slightly. Russia slowly went up to him to not wake him up, it won't be good if Philip were to awaken, he's going to puke and have a bad time since he's drunk. Good thing it's Saturday now, 3:46 AM. Phil can sleep the whole day. Russia quietly walked over to Philip, Russia took off his hoodie, it's very big for Philip and it would warm him up and protect Him from the cold and from the rain. Russia gently put it over Philip, he hasn't put the hood on Philip yet. Russia smiles at Philip, "I'm sorry my father is so irresponsible to leave you here, all alone and cold" Russia says as he gently rubs Philip's forehead with his thumb.

Russia gently carried Philip, bridal style. Carrying Philip isn't a problem because Phil is just like a pillow to him, Phil is very light. Russia stares at Philip, sleeping, he blushes a bit then stops as he realizes that it's quite wrong. Russia smells the odor of beer, vodka, gin and other strong alcohols from Phil's mouth. Even at this state, even if Philip smells and would probably, most likely taste like vodka, gin, beer, etc. He would still be willing to kiss Philip, and now, he's quite tempted to. But Russia knows that it's definitely wrong to kiss an unsuspecting sleeping, drunk person, and more wrongly since Philip is a boy. 'blyat I'm definitely gay...' Russia says to himself. Russia snaps out of his trance, he stops thinking of doing something vulgar like kissing a sleeping person. He slowly put the hood on Philip and zipped the zipper to shield Philip from the rain. On top of that, Russia took off his ushanka and he put it on Philip as extra protection from the rain and cold.

Russia then quickly but gently ran out of the place and out in the pouring rain. Russia groaned, it's raining heavily. He doesn't like being in the rain when it's so cold and when it's 3 AM. Russia doesn't like that he's getting wet but he set his annoyance aside and quickly brought Philip to his car. Russia decided to put Philip at the back of the car so that Phil could lay down and sleep more comfortably. Russia did just that, after gently setting Philip down, he also got in the car, he's soaking wet. "черт возьми"
(chert voz'mi) (f**k**g hell) Russia groans. He's soaking wet and he's not happy, the seats are starting to get wet.
Russia takes a lot at Philip for the last ten, just to make sure that he's fine. Russia starts up the car, but before he drives, he stopped for a moment to think. It look a lot of going back and forth but Russia had made his decision. He sighed and drove to their destination. He wants Phil to be safe.

A few hours later, Philip awakens, the pillows are very big and the bed is soft and very.... Very large.... It doesn't seem like it's his bed....... The blanket is yellow, like gold, Phil does have a yellow and or gold blanket aka duvet but this is heavier and larger. The duvet cover is yellow or gold. Philip sits up, he sees that the bed is very large, its a king sized bed. It's just like Russia's bed when they slept beside each other a few weeks ago. Philip then realizes..... He looks to his side, he sees Russia beside him, not wearing his ushanka, and not.... Wearing a shirt..... Philip then blushes like a tomato, he imagines preposterous things as he does not remember what happened yesterday, he was really drunk. And come to think of it, the headache licks in, Phil's hungover starts to kick in, he feels like he's gonna die. He hasn't had a hungover in years because he stopped drinking very much.

Philip feels a bit cold, he looks at his clothing, it doesn't seem that he's wearing the clothes that he was wearing a few hours ago. He just remembers that about 11:50, Soviet dragged him out of the room and they drank together. But why is he in bed with Russia? And why.... Is Russia topless.... And why is he wearing Russia's clothes? So many questions, many preposterous questions circle I'm his mind, taunting him. He shakes his head and slaps himself, 'no, no! No.... Phil no.... Nothing happened last night.... Nothing.... Nothing! So stop imagining things!' Philip tells himself these words. Trying to make himself stop imagining things that he shouldn't be imagining.