How it Should Be |CH| RUSAME|

Chapter 15

America carefully got out of Russia's arms, walking to the kitchen to find some food. He remembered that he was going to call his father today and got out his phone to call him.

Russia rubbed his eyes, getting out of bed, finally getting up. Russia walked into the kitchen, knowing America would be there.

"Hey dad," America was sitting down, holding his phone up to his ear. "How are you doing?"

Hm Good thank you, son." He said. "What makes you call me?" He asked.

Russia sat next to America, just listening

"Oh, no reason! Just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh." he seemed surprised at this.

America smiled a little. "So, uh."

Russia clasped his hand in America's, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Uhm... How are you?" Britain asked awkwardly.

America squeezed Russia's hand as well.

"I'm doing great."

"That's good. So.... what have you been doing?"

"I've just been hanging out with Russia. What about you?"

"Hm not much. Just work and stress and stuff. You know?" His dad laughed bitterly to himself.

"Yea." America awkwardly chuckled.

There was an awkward silence, both not really knowing what to talk about.

Russia leaned his head on America's head, sighing contently

"Uh, I guess I'll talk to you later?"

"Uhm okay." And he awkwardly hung up.

Russia patted America's head. "Good job."

America smiled and hugged Russia. "Thanks."

"No problem" Russia smiled, glad for helping America with his father's relationship

America kissed Russia and walked to the fridge to find some food.

Russia sat down at the table still drowsy. He rested his hand on his palm, yawning a little.

"What do you want for breakfast?" America walked back over to Russia.

"I'm not hungry." Russia mumbled

America got a little worried. "You sure?"

"Yea." Russia tried to smile but couldn't bring himself to.

"Mk.." America grabbed some cereal for himself and sat next to Russia. "You look a little sick or something. Please just tell me the truth, are you ok hon?"

"I don't know." Russia said truthfully. "I just feel so dizzy." He mumbled

America put down his cereal and took Russia's hand gently. He lead him to the couch and made him lay down. "Rest."

"Okay." Russia said quietly, just laid down, zoning out.

America grabbed a blanket and put it over Russia. He walked back to the kitchen to continue eating.

Russia laid there. trying to think but he couldn't. His mind was so busy that he couldn't even think.

America finished his food and walked back to Russia, kneeling down by him. He leaned his head against Russias, concerned for his health.