If you haven't read chapter 9 please do so, I posted two chapters today.
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"Russia-" America said again, reaching out to Russia. "Who's 'he'?"
"Мой отец (My father)," Russia murmured tearfully, avoiding America's gaze as his tears fell, plip plip plip, to the floor. America let out a sympathetic sigh. "Oh, Россия (Russia)... can I give you a hug?"
Russia nodded, too drunk and sorrowful to remember to put his guards up like he always did with everyone when he was sober. America hesitated for a moment, before pulling Russia into a warm embrace.
"I'm sorry for your loss..." America muttered, hugging his friend. "I know how it must feel for you." He rubbed warm circles on Russia's back with his palm, trying to soothe the pain accompanying the grief.
Russia responded with "mhmm..." as his shoulders fell and he leaned into the hug. America could smell the alcohol mingling with sweat and tears on Russia, but he didn't care. He just wanted his friend to feel better.
They pulled apart after a few minutes. "I'm going to take a shower, do whatever you need or want to do, alright?"
"Mmh... okay," Russia said, wiping his face with his hands. America left, disappearing out of view. The Russian sat on the couch for a little longer before turning on the television and flicking through the channels.
He stopped at a channel speaking in Russian, barely comprehending the words but watching the colourful flashes of light on the screen. He exhaled and leaned back, staring at the television as the remaining tears on his skin began to dry.
America came back from his shower a while later and sat down beside Russia, joining him in watching the television program on the screen. It was a Russian movie of some sort, but it didn't seem to interest the American too much.
Fatigue lay like a heavy blanket over him, and he struggled to stay awake, wanting to provide company and comfort to Russia, who was sitting on his left. He started nodding off, sitting bolt upright every time he realised he was falling asleep.
He fell asleep eventually, settling peacefully into sleep. Russia continued watching the television for an hour more before he too dozed off as exhaustion weighed down his eyelids.
Early morning sunlight filtered through the window as America opened his eyes to a new dawn with a mild headache pounding at his temples. He groaned, recalling what had happened the night before, before registering his surroundings and realising that Russia was sleeping leaning on him with his head on his shoulders-
America flushed a bright red as he was getting up and easing Russia off gently. He poured himself a glass of water, trying to understand how he'd gotten in such a situation until he concluded that both of them had fallen asleep.
He shook his head, trying to forget it as he looked through the fridge for something to make breakfast with.
Russia stirred as America cracked some eggs into the bowl. He stumbled off the couch towards America, bleary eyed, with his porcelain white hair sticking out in all directions.
"Fuck, my head feels like it's been through a wall," Russia rumbled, hoding his head with his two hands and wincing. "What happened?"
"You drank a lot of alcohol last night and got really drunk, to the point where you started laughing at almost anything," America replied, beating the eggs. "Shit," Russia said, frowning, and then turning a deep shade of crimson. "Did I do anything stupid?"
"No, no," America responded, pursing his lips and now tipping the eggs onto a frying pan. "But, um, you did start crying halfway through Katyusha."
"Пиздец (I'm sorry I have no idea how to translate this)," Russia cursed. "Could you... do me a favour? Не... не говори никому об этом, пожалуйста (Don't... don't tell anyone about this, please)?"
"I won't," America promised. "Sit down, I'll make breakfast for you and go to a pharmacy to get aspirin later." Russia complied with no complaints, wincing as he did so. Nausea rolled over him and there was a sharp pain in his head every time he moved his head or looked out the window.
America shoveled some food down and left immediately after a change of clothes, taking his wallet, phone and coat. Russia ate slowly, trying to remember what he'd done the night before as well as he could.
His memories were fuzzy, with gaps in between them. He remembered beating Australia at a drinking contest... and being supported by America as they left... and America hugging him?
"Что за хуйня (What the fuck)-?" He thought, groaning. "What was I thinking? Christ."
He finished his food and looked out the window again, realising that the sky was darkening as rain clouds drifted over the campus and then shrinking back as his headache worsened with a stabbing pain.
He closed the curtains, carefully made his way to his bedroom, grabbing some fresh clothes and his towel, and then slipping into the bath to take a shower.
He came out later, feeling fresher and changing the bandages around his arms, barely glancing at the white scar tissue and the scabs of healing scratches. Leaving the bathroom, he saw that it had started raining and remembered that America didn't bring an umbrella out with him.
Moving quickly, he shrugged on his coat and took his wallet and phone with him before grabbing an umbrella as he left. He left the campus and wandered around, texting America to ask for his location.
Where are you?? >
< There's this pharmacy a few blocks away from our dorm
< I'm there
That's not specific enough >
< It's surrounded by greystone buildings
< Can't miss it
< Where are you?
Coming to pick you up >
< You should be resting
You should have brought an umbrella >
What kind of дебил (moron) doesn't bring an umbrella out >
Especially when it looks like it's going to rain >
< Stfu
< I thought I was only gonna be gone for a few minutes
Did you also think the heavens would withhold the rain >
Because you were only gonna be gone for a few minutes >
< 💀💀
That was mean >
Извини (Sorry) >
< Lol okay
Russia headed off in the direction of some greystone buildings, keeping an eye out for America. He passed by a few storefronts, looking at the displays, before he reached the pharmacy.
"How are you still walking about? If I'd drunk as much as you did, I'd be out cold right now. I wouldn't even think of rising from bed if I was awake," America questioned.
"Eh. I'm used to it," Russia shrugged, sniffing. He shifted the umbrella, making sure it sheltered America fully from the chilly rainwater. "What are you doing? Your clothes are gonna get wet," America asked, shifting Russia's hand so that the umbrella sheltered both of them equally.
Russia turned bright red from the contact, recalling the hug. He cleared his throat, and muttered, "I don't care, you're the one carrying the aspirin."
"Russia, the aspirin is in a plastic bag in between the both of us right now," America reminded him.
Russia stayed quiet, shifting the umbrella back to shelter America.
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