Cold Hands

Chapter 2

Hello, just wanted to note that I changed a few things in the first chapter if you wanna re-read but you don't have to! It's not all that important to the plot. Anyways enjoy chapter 2!
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After a little while America is released from the hospital, apparently he was drugged, they found ecstasy in his system. Wouldn't be the first time. He decides to call Canada to pick him up since he doesn't know his way home from here and he's not in the mood to walk around aimlessly.

He looks through his phone and quickly find Canada's contact to call him, it only takes him a couple of seconds to pick up
"Hey Ame, what's up? Aren't you working?"
America sighs softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose "Yeah about that-" Canada cuts him off
"What did you do this time?"
"Nothing Nada, just... Can you pick me up? I'm at a hospital-" he cuts him off again "What?? What happened?? Are you okay??"
He's always been a worrier
"I'm fine, just come get me, it's the hospital near the big duck pond." Ame sits on a bench outside the hospital doors
"Alright I'm on my way." America thanks him and hangs up.

Once Canada pulls up to the doors in his car Ame gets up and hops in the passenger's seat, buckling up "So? What happened?" Canada asks as he starts driving his little brother back to his apartment
"I just drank too much is all-"
They don't typically keep secrets but Canada would flip his shit if he found out his best friend got drugged "I guess someone just wanted to make sure I didn't die or something and took me to the hospital just to be safe." I lean my head on the window to relax "America you need to be more careful, what if something did happen to you and no one was there to keep you safe?"
"I know, you don't need to lecture me like you're my dad." He mumbles, America moved out to avoid lectures like this
"I just worry about you, I don't want anything bad to happen to you" he sighs softly
"I know, I'll be more careful next time."

The rest of the ride is pretty much silent until Canada parks outside of the apartment building "Thanks again for... Taking me home."
He nods "Anytime, just please be more careful." America gives him a small nod before getting out of his car, waving as he heads inside and up the flights of stairs to the top floor where he lives, luckily he still has his keys on him, he'd hate to have to ask for another set of keys. He unlocks the door and heads inside for a much needed shower.

America strips down after running the water, stepping in once it's the perfect temprature. Not too hot but not too cold. He closes his eyes and thinks for a bit while the relaxing water runs over the body that he hates.
He can't get the feeling out of his head.
A feeling of calmness.
But not a warm feeling.
A cold one.
Those cold hands are burned into his mind like frostbite. Plaguing his thoughts.
Who was that?
Why did they help him?
Who could possibly care about some stranger?
Before he realizes it the water is running cold "Shit."
He quickly washes his body and hair before it becomes unbearable.

He gets out and dries off, avoiding the mirror as much as much as possible until he's dressed in comfortable clothes and has his sunglasses on.
He should probably call in to explain why he missed his meetings, you can't really fire a country but UN can deffinetly get very pissy about it and no one wants to deal with that... Maybe he'll just call later. Yeah postpone the lecture.

Instead of calling United Nations he gets something to eat... Or maybe not... Water is good enough for now. America takes his glass of water to the couch and sets it on the coffee table before flopping onto the couch, almost immediately passing out despite waking up from a mini coma not too long ago, he still feels drained. He'll call when he wakes up.
Until then he'll just dream about those damn hands that he can't get out of his mind.

Those damn cold hands.