RusCan: Winter Nightmares (Sequel to Snowy Relationships)

Chapter 7: Little Sneak

Chapter 7: Little Sneak

His back still ached, his arms felt too heavy to even push up on, a head ache had started to come into play now, all on top of how tired he was too. He slowly rolled over to his side in the comfort of his own bed at least and opened his dull eyes a bit, still exhausted from all his lack of sleep. He looked over toward the clock as much as he can without moving his ahcing head too much. Seeing how early morning it was, the sun barely shinning through, he closed his eyes again knowing he had nothing to do, no reason to get up before 8 am.

A small knock on the door interrupted his silence, he closed his eyes again and moved the blanket onto him more before the door slowly opened. Canada peeked in a bit holding onto the surprise he had for the Russian. He came in a bit and finally all the way as he walked up to the side of the Russian's bed and placed the bowl of oatmeal he had made for him. Russia opened one of his eyes to the boy's hand placing the bowl down, seeing the cast around the boy's shattered wrist, he closed his eye again. "You're up early?" He said, Canada turned a bit toward him.

"Oh. You're awake?" Canada smiled softly. "Good morning."

"I sure hope you slipped some Vodka in that oatmeal crap."

"I-its not crap, it's not that bad," Canada playfully pouted a bit. "And no, I did not."

"Go put some in it." Russia sat up in his bed.

"No. I won't. You remember what the doctor said right? No alcohol until your wounds are healed and a few days after."

"Hell to that! Go put some in it!"

"No Russia." Canada glared a bit and picked up the bowl and gave it to him. "Eat up, with no vodka." Russia glared a bit and frowned but didn't complain as he decided to pick up the spoon and tried to eat it. After a few bites, he paused. "What's wrong?"

"It tastes like shit Matvey..."

"Well sorry if the vodka flavor is out of it!" Canada glared but Russia started to chuckle.

"Calm down Matvey, I'm still going to eat it." he took another bite. "Besides, like I've told you, I enjoy your cooking." Canada smiled a bit and sat on the bed with him, then bent over close to him and took the spoon. Russia looked at him as he dipped the spoon in and took a bite of it, Russia looked at him in a confused glare.

"I'm hungry. I didn't eat yet." he mumbled with the spoon of oatmeal in his mouth but smiled as Russia even made a small smirk. Russia took the spoon back and ate a little more, gazing his eyes back and forth from his meal to the boy's wrist still wrapped up. He frowned a bit but stayed silent. Canada stretched out a bit before Russia's voice finally spoke again.

"How is your wrist?" Russia asked but didn't look at the boy. "Does it... still hurt?" Canada rubbed his wrist a bit.

"Not as much as it did." Canada said but saw that his words didn't give any comfort to the Russian. "I-Its fine Russia. It barely hurts anymore."

"Da..." Russia still didn't look toward him.

OOO

"Canada!" Russia yelled as he looked through his kitchen counters and fridge, "CANADA! ! !" the yelling scared the boy in his room as he tried doing some paperwork, he quickly fell off the seat as Russia's yells shook the entire house. Canada panicked and quickly ran down the stairs to the kitchen, thinking Russia was somehow hurt, or something happened.

"Quoi? !" He panted as he ran into the kitchen to see the Russian sitting on the floor, sitting against the fridge. "W-What happened! ?"

"I can't find the Vodka..." Russia said with a voice that sounded completely destroyed in sorrow. "I can't find it Canada..." Canada simply stood there in somewhat amazement.