Rusame/Amerus one shots

Sick

America knocked on the large grey door of Russia's house. The two have been dating for almost three years now, and they became regulars for each others neighbors. America smiled and waved when Russia's elderly neighbor whistled to get his attention. America smiled and looked around the small neighborhood, leaning against the porch railing. It was a bit brisk, but the day held the promise of warmth. The sun lit America's face and made his wheat colored hair shine gold. The American sighed at the silence that filled the air. Before turning back to the house.
America knocked on Russia's door again.
He must be in town. America thought, pulling out a chain from his pocket. Messing with the keys, America found the one etched with Russia's address and opened the door, stepping inside. America slid off his coat and shoes, always adamant about not making a mess of Russia's house. Russia hated it when America tracked anything through his house, and now it had become a habit of making sure everything was clean, starting with his shoes.
America had just sit down in the living room, when he heard a noise up in Russia's bedroom. Instinctively America moved for his gun, standing back up. He walked up the stairs listening quietly as he went. Russia's door was cracked slightly and America pushed it open gently. He sighed when he saw his lover laying in bed, but cocked his head slightly at the noises he made.
"Russia? Are you okay?" America asked quietly, walking towards the Russian. He realized that Russia was asleep. Fitfully yes, but asleep none the less.
America sat down on the edge of the bed, a hand brushing Russia's pale locks away from his face. America withdrew his hand in shock at the heat Russia's body was producing.
He's running a fever. He's sick!
A look of decisiveness passed over America's face.
Well as the hero, I will take care of him!
America pranced down the stairs, filling a bowl with cool water and grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet.
America bounded back up the stairs before slowing in front of Russia's bedroom. Quietly, America pushed the door open. He set the bowl of water on the bed stand and dipped the washcloth into the water. America wrung out the excess water before carefully draping the cloth over Russia's forehead.
The Russian murmured something in his sleep, but America wasn't really paying attention.
Back downstairs in a flash, America was searching for medication to help with Russia's symptoms. He did stop to think about the fact that Russia was still unconscious, but America decided that he would have it ready anyway.
America was up and down the stairs all day long. Changing the washcloth, brushing the hair away from Russia's face, checking his temperature. By the time night fell he was tired.
America curled up against the bed, his head resting on the mattress. He tried to stay awake, but quickly gave into the exhaustion and fell asleep.

It couldn't have been long when America was brutally awoken by Russia crying out softly. America scrambled to his feet, kneeling on the edge of the bed and leaning over the snowy blonde. "Hey its ok buddy." America whispered. He realized that Russia was still asleep, and sighed. "A nightmare."
America slid into the bed beside Russia, mimicking what Russia had done with him so many times. An arm around his shoulders, pulling him into the crook of America's chest. He wrapped the other arm across Russia's torso and rested his head on the top of Russia's head, inhaling the familiar scent of his boyfriend. America continued to hold Russia like that, even after his crying faded into nothing.
America didn't feel tired after that. He took note of the normal chill in Russia's body temperature and sighed in relief that his fever had broken. America stared out the window, but ready to release Russia from his hold just yet.
America could very clearly remember when the two had started dating. It had been rough, yes, but they figured things out. America didn't think that he could be any happier, and he definitely did not think that he would be happier with Russia. The young nation smiled and pressed a kiss against the bleached crown. America relaxed against the headboard.
He was happy, and with what he understood, so was Russia.
America rested his head back and closed his eyes.
I'm tired again. America thought. Almost instantly, America was asleep again, Russia still wrapped in his arms.

Russia woke before America. In his dreary state he couldn't figure out the weight across his body. Violet eyes squinting at the sunlight that greeted him. Russia took a long deep breath, before stopping suddenly as the smell of honey and trees meet him.
America!
The tall man managed to detangle himself enough to see his lover. He reached up and touched his tan face and smiled.
"Good morning dorogoy." Russia purred to the sleeping man.
Wiggling his way up into a sitting position, Russia stretched his legs out. He noticed the bowl of water and washcloth. As well as the medication along side the bed. Piece by piece the past few days came back. Russia wondered how long he was asleep and how long America had been there.
The younger nation moaned as Russia moved around, his slumber being disturbed. Russia sighed and relaxed back again, knowing he couldn't get up without waking America.
The other shivered against Russia's body, and for a moment Russia worried the America had gotten sick as well.
Moving an arm over America, Russia grasped for the thermometer that he had tossed a while back.
Upon finding it, Russia turned his attention to America.
Russia wasn't really surprised to see that America was running a fever.
Russia just shook his head and curled against America.
They laid in bed until noon, when America ended sneezing himself into wakefulness.
Russia giggled at the shocked look on America's face.
"Good morning!" Russia said cheerfully.
America groaned in response, "My whole body hurts." Russia hummed, playing with the messy hair that fell in front of America's eyes.
"How are you feeling, by the way?" America asked him.
"Much better, especially when I have sunshine giving me hugs." Russia responded. America laughed, before coughing a little.
"And what about you?" Russia asked. The American just shook his head. "I'm fine." Russia just stared at him, before detaching their limbs. He slid out of bed and stretched. "Then let's start the day, da?"
America groaned and pushed himself out of bed, teetering for a second before regaining balance.
"You look quite pale, Amerika." Russia teased.
"Shuddup." America grumbled back, fixing his shirt.
Russia rolled his eyes and pushed America back into bed, to which the American shouted in surprise.
Russia tapped some medicine into his hand and handed it to America.
"You took care of me. It's only fair that I take care of you, no?"
America blushed, "You don't have to."
Russia smiled down at him, "Da, but I want to."
That seemed to settle the debate quickly, as America yawned and curled up in Russia's bed.
Russia didn't busy himself the same way America had. Instead, he grabbed a book, and sat down on the bed to read. America rested his head in Russia's lap and fell asleep. Russia read with a smile. Thinking to himself, If only you knew, how pretty you looked asleep with the sunlight in your hair.
Russia stroked a hand through that hair and relaxed back for the rest of the day.