~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:20◀

yipee, a new one in the same day :D

(Even if it's short)
:)
_____________________________________________

3rd person pov:

The early morning light filtered through the narrow window, casting a soft glow over the dimly lit room. Russia stirred, feeling a subtle shift in his condition. For the first time in months, the relentless pain in his wings seemed to have diminished. The once-agonizing sensation had given way to a faint, but promising, relief.

TR, ever vigilant and attentive, entered the room quietly, his eyes instantly drawn to the sight of Russia’s recovering wings. The tattered remnants were gradually smoothing out, the once-battered feathers regaining their natural sheen. As TR approached, his gaze was a mix of cautious optimism and deep, unspoken affection.

“How are you feeling today?” TR’s voice was softer than usual, a contrast to the harsh tone of his past. His eyes, filled with a rare tenderness, lingered on Russia’s face.

Russia, his body still weak but his spirit lifted by the unexpected change, looked at TR with a sense of relief. “It feels... different,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The pain is less, and my wings... they’re healing.”

TR’s gaze softened even more, a look of pure love evident in his eyes. He gently touched the edges of Russia’s wings, his touch careful and reverent. The transformation in TR’s demeanor was palpable, and every action he took was infused with a deep, unspoken affection.

As Russia continued to recover, the dynamics between him and TR underwent a profound change. What had once been a relationship defined by cruelty and power now bore traces of genuine care and tenderness. TR’s actions, though still marked by their complicated past, were increasingly characterized by a desire to nurture and heal.

One evening, as TR tended to Russia’s wings, he found himself drawn closer than ever before. He sat beside Russia, his hand resting gently on the small of his back. Their proximity was intimate, a silent testament to the evolving bond between them.

TR’s fingers traced delicate patterns on Russia’s skin, his touch tender and comforting. His gaze, filled with a mixture of remorse and affection, lingered on Russia’s face. “You’re doing so well,” TR murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think you’d heal so quickly.”

Russia turned his head slightly, meeting TR’s eyes. There was a mixture of gratitude and confusion in his gaze. “I didn’t expect it either. Maybe... maybe things can change.”

TR’s expression was one of quiet determination. “Perhaps. I’ve seen how much you’ve suffered, and seeing you heal... it’s a sign that things might be different.”

As days turned into weeks, the healing of Russia’s wings was mirrored by a shift in their emotional connection. The physical closeness between them became more frequent, and TR’s gestures of care were infused with a new depth of feeling.

One night, as Russia lay resting, TR approached him with a gentle, almost hesitant demeanor. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Russia’s forehead. The gesture was tender, filled with an affection that spoke volumes. Russia’s eyes fluttered open, meeting TR’s gaze with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability.

“Why are you doing this?” Russia asked, his voice trembling slightly, he was always curious because of TR's new actions.

TR took a deep breath, his eyes holding a sincerity that was both rare and profound. “It’s complicated,” he said softly. “I’ve caused you so much pain, and I’m trying to make it right. Despite everything, I’ve come to care for you deeply. It’s because of our history... and because I’ve seen the person you are beneath the suffering.”

Russia’s eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and hope. “You care for me? After all this?”

TR nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Yes. I know it’s hard to understand. But the more I see you in pain, the more I realize how deeply I feel for you. It’s not just about making up for the past; it’s about what I’ve come to feel for you.”

As Russia’s wings continued to heal, the emotional landscape between him and TR evolved. The once-assertive TR was now a figure of quiet support and affection. His actions, from gentle touches to reassuring kisses, conveyed a depth of feeling that was both surprising and profound.

TR would often find himself lost in moments of tenderness with Russia. He would hold Russia by the waist, drawing him close in a protective embrace. His touch was soothing, a contrast to the harshness of their past interactions. During these moments, TR’s eyes were filled with a warmth and care that spoke of a newfound understanding.

On some difficult nights, when Russia’s discomfort flares up, TR would stay by his side, offering comfort. He would speak calming words, his voice a gentle murmur against the backdrop of Russia’s suffering. He would kiss Russia’s forehead, his touch soft and reassuring, as though trying to dispel the pain through his own presence.

One evening, as Russia lay in bed, struggling with persistent fever and pain, TR’s tenderness reached its peak. He held Russia close, his hands smoothing the damp hair from Russia’s forehead. The warmth of TR’s body against Russia’s was a comforting presence in the midst of his discomfort.

TR’s gaze was filled with a deep, unspoken affection. “You’re so strong,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m here with you. We’ll get through this.”

Russia’s eyes, though clouded by fever and fatigue, reflected a mix of hope and uncertainty. The healing of his wings was a symbol of change, but the emotional weight of their past lingered. Yet, in TR’s presence, there was a glimmer of hope—a possibility of reconciliation and a new beginning.

____________________________________________

Aaand that's another one hehehe

Bye☙