Random One Shots

RussiaxAmerica

America's POV

I groaned as I turned over in bed. My phone buzz waking me up. It was probably important if someone was messaging me at 6:30 in the fucking morning. I may be somewhat of a morning person, but anything before 7 most of the time is too early. I looked at the message. 

Russia.

What did he want with me? Especially this early this morning. I clicked on the notification with a groan and sat up in bed. 

Hey,

It's been a bit since I last messaged you. I know there is a lot we still need to discuss, but I need your help.

I felt electricity run through me. Russia would never ask me for help. Something was seriously wrong if he would ask me for help. Not to mention the weird time.  

Quickly I got up, dropping my phone to get ready in record time like so many students in my country were probably doing at about the same time. I barely remembered to grab my phone and text him a quick reply before setting off towards his house. This better be important to get me out of the house by 6:50 in the fucking morning. 

At least UN required us all to live near eachother, something about proximity helping relations, not like they really did but for the first time I was greatful for it. A 30 minute drive later I was nearing his house. Somehow it was always cold and snowy here despite my house being warm and sunny most days. it was strange for sure but he chose to live here. I guess it reminds him of where he grew up with his father. 

I guess its nice he actually had a good childhood unlike, basically everyone else. 

I parked my car and got out quickly before knocking in the door hard. It was switly opened by a Russia who looked terrible. His posture was off, leaning against the door for support, his eyes were barely open and he looked incredibly tired like he hadn't slept in several days. His eyes barely recognised my existence and he slowly shuffled back inside, leaving the door open. 

I entered his house and it was freezing. I thought the outside was cold but this house seemed even colder. "Dang dude. You look terrible." The only response he gave me was a sneeze. "Okay, because I'm not an incredibly large asshole I'll help you. I'm making you hot honey tea and toast, and I expect you to drink the tea." There was no response from Russia so America got to work, looking through Russia's kitchen.

"Why don't you have anything in here?" There was a groan from Russia and the sound of him falling over on the couch. "Sheesh. It's a wonder your text had no spelling mistakes. I'm off to buy you cough medicine, honey, and cinnamon. It would be nice if you didn't die before then."

I didn't even get a response from Russia and he was out cold. Annoyed I bit my lip and placed my hand on Russia's forehead. He was burning up. Normally his whole body was cold to the touch. Especially his ice cold hands.

I sighed and grabbed the towel from the bathroom, making it wet, not even bothering to ring it out and setting it on Russia's head. Several droplets fell onto his eyes and down into his hair but I couldn't really care. The cloth should work until I could come back with Medicine that would actually help him rather than just alleviate effects.

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America rushed through the door with the cold medicine in his hands. It took longer than he would've liked. "Why do you have to live so far away from everything idiot?" No response still, America took of the now barely damp cloth off of Russia's head. Still very hot, but not quite as much as before.

"I still can't believe you called me and not someone like Belarus or China who you're actually close to." America poked Russia's cheek who slowly starts to stir.