In sickness and in health (Countryhumans Sickfic)

Chapter 6

Maja hummed to herself as she texted her friend from back home. She wanted to talk to Soviet, but since he hadn't sent a message she assumed he was busy.

She still felt a twinge if worry though, what if something happened? What if there was an accident or an attack or what if he doesn't want to talk to her?

She shook her head and almost laughed at herself for worrying so much. She trusted him fully, and he was capable of taking care of himself.

She still misses him a little. Even if he's probably only been gone for an hour or two.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Maja froze up, she wasn't ready for any social interactions with strangers so early in the day. She thought about ignoring the knock until she heard a familiar voice behind the door.

"Maja, open up the door!" It was America.
When she recognized the voice she scrambled out of her sitting position, and rushed to the door.

"Hey, what's u-oh my god!" She opened the door not really knowing what to expect. But she does know she did not expect to see a worried looking America supporting a limp, ragdoll-like Soviet on his shoulders.

She opened the door fully and without even thinking twice she went to Soviets other side and took a hold of him, so she could help bring him in.
When she gently but firmly grabbed Soviet, he groaned and leant onto her a little.

"Wha-What happened!?" Maja could feel heat radiating off of him and her concern only increased.

Maja and America lay Soviet down on the bed before she got an answer.

"He's sick, and I think he pushed himself too far by coming out today." Americas words nearly gave Maja whiplash.

Soviet had been sick and she didn't know? The thought made her feel utterly horrible and stupid. How could she not have noticed?

She placed a hand on Soviets forehead and could tell the fever he had was bad. She felt her eyes well up but she had to stay strong. This wasn't the time to let her own fears and anxiety get in the way, not when Soviet needed her.

"Did he walk all the way back?" Maja knew it probably wasn't the best time for conversation, and it wasn't a very relevant question either but she needed to talk with someone. If only to keep her from overthinking while she tried to find cloth she could use to try and help with the fever.

"Uh, no not really. He was pretty out of it and not really in any shape to walk. He's not heavy at all though... for some reason." America had mumbled the last part mostly to himself, but she had still heard it.

"Uh do you know what his symptoms are? If you don't mind telling me..." Maja didn't want America to leave. She was too stressed out right now, but she also knew that America and Soviet weren't exactly very good friends... she doubted he'd want to stay around.

Speaking of, why is it America of all people to be the one that came with Soviet?
Ah no matter, she could find out about that later.

"Uhh... well you seem to have figured out 'fever' already." America said as he saw her take a  suitable cloth she had found from the bathroom under some cold water.

"But also, coughing, sneezing uhh tiredness I think. Maybe a headache? It's a little hard to tell, sorry." America gave her an apologetic look but she waved it off.

"It's okay, I understand." Maja sat beside the now unconscious Soviet and placed the cold cloth on his forehead. He let out a small sigh of relief and she felt some of the worry lift from her shoulders.

Until he started coughing violently in his sleep and the worry came crashing back down twice as hard.

"Do you need any help?" Americas voice was uncertain and he looked a little uncomfortable. He seemed like he was being genuine enough but he also didn't look like it's what he'd want to spend his time doing.

"No, it's fine. Thanks for asking though." Maja offered the country a smile and hoped it looked thankful and not forced. Because honestly, she wouldn't mind a little help.
She didn't want to force him though and she could manage to do it on her own... probably.

America nodded and walked towards the door. Before he closed it behind him he turned around to look at Maja.

"If you need me just send me a text, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks again."

America smiled and closed the door behind him, leaving Maja with a very sick Soviet.

"Oh how am I supposed to do this...?" She whispered to herself, hoping the answer would magically come to her so she would know what to do without screwing anything up.