Drunk in Love - Rusame

Chapter 24

By the time that it was Saturday, Soviet and Third had been let out of the hospital, they had been healing fine so the doctors said that there was no reason for them to be staying any longer.

Third had been the more dramatic of the two, constantly complaining about how since his husband was injured he couldn't carry him around anymore, dumb stuff. Sovi had been incredibly happy to go home, Ukraine had been taking him back and forth so that he could clean up and feed his cat. Which he got to take to the hospital after a lot of begging to the head doctor that worked there, who seemed to have a soft spot for the boy after a few days.

It had kind of hard for Russia to get back into his regular schedule, he tried not to look too worried, but the fear that his dads somehow still wouldn't make it made him more scared than he would have liked to admit. He spent more time at America's than he usually would, it made him feel better to be able to curl up next to someone and do nothing more than be comforted.

He was America's once again, the shorter of the two was reading a book for his English class, he was leaned back against the headboard of his bed with a bored look on his face. Russia's head was laying on his stomach, he had finished all the work that he needed to, and although he felt exhausted he refused to sleep.

America let his hand play with the fluff of Russia's hat, he was under the impression that the taller country was sleeping, so he was silent and tried not to move too much. He had music playing on his phone, it was so quiet that he could barely hear it at all, but since he was focused on his book he didn't really notice it.

Russia was staring off into space, his eyes were half closed as let them drift around the room for seemingly the hundredth time in that minute. His back hurt a bit, but it felt a lot better than it usually did when he was laying down, which was a good thing. He let his thoughts go back to his dads, before quickly shoving them out of his head, he didn't feel like thinking about that kind of stuff at the moment.

Since it was slowly getting closer to winter, it was starting to get colder outside, to which everybody seemed to blast their heat at the first thought of Christmas time. Since Russia grew up in a cold place, he was used to the cold, and when people turned up their temperatures he felt like he was melting.

The same could be said for now, he had on a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and he still felt like he was dying. Deciding that he didn't like how warm he was getting, he used his legs to kick the blanket off of him and America, who jumped in surprise. He wrapped his arms around America's waist even tighter, sighing softly as he felt cool air replacing the seemingly unbearable heat from the blanket.

America chuckled, patting him on the head before he moved his hand back over to his book to flip the page, "What? Do you not want the blanket?"

Russia just huffed in reply, closing his eyes before he let his head rest on the other country's stomach. A few moments later he heard something fall onto the nightstand and right after he heard the familiar click of the light as the room went dark.

He felt America shift down, he was now laying right next to Russia as he let himself take up more room on the bed. A hand was soon messing with his hat again, "So, whatcha thinking about Rus?"

Russia sighed softly, ignoring that he was already overheating a bit and moving even closer to America, "My dads."

America was silent for a little while, knowing that the taller boy didn't enjoy talking about his injured parents, he then responded as he closed his eyes, "Rus, they're gonna be fine, you heard the doctors."

Russia nodded softly, moving his head so that he could see where the break in the curtains let in a small sliver of light from outside, "I know. I just worry about them I guess."