Wrapping his arms around his sturdy neck once again, Canada gave in, knowing he was the one person in the world to have these reserved for him: the cold country's warm embrace, the experience of his silky lips that sent tingling sensations down his spine, and most importantly, his undivided love.
The need for air eventually managed to prise the lovers apart, perhaps a little to soon for them. Their breath projected onto each other's flushed skin, allowing the cold to thaw away from their faces as they posed forehead to forehead. The largest, most prepossessing smile he could muster displayed on his face, Russia affectionately nussled his infamously prominent nose against Canada's, finally unleashing the earnest words that had been on the tip of his tongue for as long as he could remember:
" Я люблю тебя, Канада, с каждого дюйма моей холодной, черное сердцe"
(I love you, canada, with every inch of my cold, black heart)
Canada's reaction was priceless. Desperately trying to muster an appropriate thing to say, a smile of such untainted beauty that the most skilful artist in the world couldn't capture began to spread across Canada's face.
"W-w-w-well... ah...I-I, um..."
Russia couldn't resist a chukle at Canada's stuttering.
"I-I'm just s-s-so... so g-glad!" Canada laughed half heartedly, averting his dizzying gaze. "Th-there's something...that I-I think y-you should k-k-know..."
"Is something wrong?" Russia questioned, notes of concern lacing his words.
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Dazed, Canada lay in the mint green hospital seat, consuming the information he had just received in disbelief
"Forty...Forty five minutes, at m-most?"
The doctor solemnly nodded understanding the depth of his situation. "Well, the blood loss was so severe, you're very lucky to be able to speak right now."
Eyes downcast, Canada's thoughts drifted away in an eerie calm. Canada's eyes where being pricked with threatening, but trapped, tears, but his is face didn't express any emotion.
"It's... pretty s-sudden, I know, but..."
Russia was piecing it all together in his mind. The fear of losing the innocent , young man that he held in his arms, Russia had desperately tried to conceal any doubtful thoughts like these, but the truth was piecing him like a knife. "No...please, not now..."
Canada was restricted to only presenting a weak, sadistic smile.
"I...I-I can't let this happen, not now!" Eyes glowing with determination, and with the light's reflection on his tears, Russia broke into a steady pelt across the wilderness of snow. The vain hope of restoring Canada to health was the only energy driving him forwards, through the vast masses of snow on the tedious winter's night. Relentless minutes of ploughing through the broad sheet of snow where interrupted by a deeply troubling sound coming from Canada. Russia skidded to a halt, now with prominent tear stains decorating his cheeks.
Canada seemed to be hacking up a lung, a fist covering his mouth and both eyes squeezed firmly shut
"A-are you..." Russia stuttered, finally letting his exhaustion catch up with him and falling to his knees. The now-seated, still bandage-clad country slowly raised his head, revealing the other half of his fist that he had been violently coughing into.
Blood.
"If... if it's not too much trouble," the Canadian started, "I have a final request, If you don't mind, that is."
The doctor cocked his head slightly, eyes closed, "of course, go ahead."
Canada's hands which sat thoughtlessly on his lap began fidgeting, and Canada averted his gaze to a patch of hospital bed beside him. "May I..."
The words trembled in their delivery.
"Leave the hospital, p-please..?"
The doctor narrowed his eyes, concerned. His gave was abruptly met with a pair of sky blue eyes, charged with ineffable emotion.
"I've business to tend to."
"I-it's no u-use... Ivan," Canada stuttered, forcing the words out of his mouth as he gently raised his chapped hands in defence against Russia's.
Russia knelt next to Canada's trembling body, ferociously swatting away the tears that poured from his eyes. Between melancholy sobs, Russia roared, "BUT I CAN'T LOSE YOU, MATHEW!" Russia's head dived to Canada's hollow-feeling chest, holding him close, "n-not now... I knew that Belarus would murder anyone I had these feelings for... but you... you, somehow... made me believe she wasn't even a hindrance. Like it was j-just...you a-a-and I..." He raised his head, gazing at Canada's scratched, bruised face through his water-logged eyes, and muttering in unison with his lover,
"Like it was meant to be..."
Following the heart warming statement came a contrasting fit of uncontrollable choking and another stream of tears to be produced (and blocked, in vain, by Russia).
"I always thought that... we could have spent c-Christmas together, you know...I don't u-usually celebrate, but..."
Canada smiled weakly. Christmas, he knew, would never come in time for him. Even being a country, he knew he wouldn't be able to live out the last few hours of Christmas eve. Thinking positively, he could probably survive for about a minute.
"B-but I'm glad... glad I could meet you...a-at last," Canada choked, "Ivan...we didn't spend as m-much time together a-as I had w...as I had w-wanted, but... it was w-worth..." his eyelids began to drift down his lustrous, sky-blue eyes. A knot began to unfurl itself in the core of his torso as he was gripped by the unwelcome clutches of death.
"I-it was w-w-worth a-all the pain, a-and more...becau-"
Russia's eyes shot wide open, staring into the depths of his life-drained companion' s acutely opened eyes. In them, he could view the loss of vibrancy and warmth of Canada's whole being, causing his Russia's heart experience a laboriously similar sensation.
Wheezing with the last of his breath, Canada dragged his cold fingers along Russia's damp cheek, before dropping his arm completely due to overwhelming exhaustion. Russia held it immediately, his other arm supporting Canada's torso.
"Parce que ... il n'y a rien d-dans ce monde ..."
(Because... there's nothing I-in this world...)
Canada voiced in badly a whisper, his eyes slipping shut for the last time,
"que je aime plus que vous ..."
(That I love more than you...)
Crouching in the soft carpet of snow, in an aura of apprehended silence, several words temporarily broke the monotony of the scene:
" И я, ты ... мое солнце. Я люблю тебя."
(And I, you... my sunshine. I love you)
Dreaded solitude followed.
"До Свидания."
(Goodbye.)
But the words where never heard.
"Прощай моя любовь!"
(Goodbye, my love!)
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Fanfiction(A Ruscan fanfiction) The bitter cold was never made to be suffered alone...
