I'm tired and I have a headache y33t- ✊🏻👊🏻
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🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺
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I felt my eyes crack open and I blinked, trying to focus my vision. I felt myself laying down, although I don't remember actually going to sleep. I saw the room was still a little dark, so I figured I must have woken up early. Still, I didn't have a night mate during the night that jolted me from my sleep, and my relief was unmeasurable for that. I still felt tired, but I didn't have the looming threat of a headache behind my eyes, so that's good.
America was here the whole night. We were working, we found Canada and Ukraine downstairs, and we came back up here. Shit, I must have fallen asleep on him.
I sat up and looked around a little, trying to see where we were laying. My gaze fell down upon America, sleeping quietly to my side. His back was turned to where I'd been laying and I figured he must have laid me down before falling asleep. He was on top of the covers, arms drawn close to himself.
Stubborn. I thought, shaking my head a little, subconsciously. I wanted to get up, but for some reason, I felt anxious in moving. My brain decided if I tried to move it would wake him up, and he seemed peaceful then. I chewed my lip for a long minute, debating whether to move or not, and decided if I got up he could have room to himself anyways. I slowly tried to climb over him without waking him up, and soon enough my effort paid off. I stretched and looked around for my phone.
He plugged it in for me too? I thought, reaching and unplugging the device from the charger and looking over at him again. Hmm.
The time on my phone read 4:44, and I realized I'd woken up hopelessly early again, but at least I actually slept. I still couldn't believe my luck on that. Before I could decide what to do now, I heard shuffling on the bed and saw America had shifted. I blinked in surprise as he visibly shivered, although it wasn't much.
I shouldn't really care.
It's not like he would die from being a little cold.
And yet, with my mind nagging me, I still found myself walking back over to the bed and slowly pulling the covers down from under him before covering him up with them. I watched on, slightly amused, as he reached up a little in his sleep and pulled the cover higher up his neck. I also heard him mumble something, not making out the words.
Suddenly, he opened one eye and glanced up at me, and we blinked at each other in the dark.
"Where are you going...?"
"Uhh..." I paused, thinking. I actually didn't have an idea, so I wasn't sure how to reply. "I don't know, maybe a walk or something." He just rubbed his eyes and sat up a bit.
"What time is it even?"
"Around 16 minutes to 5." I replied, checking my phone again. He just blinked before patting the bed again, where I had been laying before. "Lay back down."
"Америка, I'm already up. Don't worry about it." I shook my hand dismissively, but to my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. I stifled a wince from where his hand was and just leaned over him awkwardly, arm still in his grasp.
"Take advantage of the extra hour you have to sleep, and lay your ass back down." He said again, still looking up at me. I rolled my eyes and climbed back over to my spot, sitting there with one leg up.
"Why are you so stubborn?" I asked myself, looking at him.
"You're stubborn too, so don't even start." He snickered, his voice still laced with sleepiness. I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me back down, so I just let out a sigh as I slid down onto my back, phone still in my other hand. He took the phone from me and set it on the floor by him before rolling back over and looking at me.
"Why do you not want to sleep?" He asked for the 100th time.
"It's not that I don't want to. Believe me, if I could, I'd probably go into a coma for a solid week." I felt an unamused laugh, more like a breath, come out of my throat. "I just can't, okay? I just can't." I didn't know how else to put it. I still refused to talk about that incident ever again. Even Belarus and Ukraine didn't speak of it, but I know we all thought about him sometimes. America looked sympathetic.
Don't give me your sympathy. I don't need it. (I mean yes you do, Rus, but okay...)
I felt the weight on the bed shift as he scooted over, wrapping his arms around me and laying down on my chest. I should have known he'd do something like that, but I didn't really care enough to react. I kind of just lay there still, unsure of what to do, and looked at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry Rus. Maybe just try. I'm here for you."
I don't want you to be here for me. Why do you need to make this hard? (You totally want him to be there for you russia shush-)
I let a breath out and closed my eyes, although I knew I either wouldn't sleep, or would probably have a dream once I did. I could still feel the weight of his body on top of me, and after a minute, he took his arm off my chest and pulled my covers back up over us both.
I'm comfortable but I don't want to sleep. It's not a good time for the dreams to happen.
Against every fiber of my being telling me to stay awake, the warmth of the bed (and maybe even the comfort of America's embrace) lulled me into sleep again.
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I literally have no clue what I'm doing with this book becuz there's like 0 plot, so I'm just winging it lol
