Stone Cold Quiet (A Rusame Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

I sat on the edge of my bed, my body stiff and my phone in my hand. "Please pick up..."

I was worried about Canada. He hadn't returned yet, and he also hadn't contacted any of us since he told New Zealand he was going to Jamaica's house. Our parents simply brushed it off, glad that he was finally talking to someone, but I couldn't.

"Sorry, the person you called is not available right now." I dropped my phone. It bounced straight off my bed and landed screen-down on the floor. Luckily, I had carpet in my room, so it wouldn't smash.

I slowly stood up and paced around my room. "He's going to be fine," I mumbled quietly, trying to calm myself.

Maybe I should get a glass of hot milk, that's what Mom always gave us when we were younger...

I trudged down the stairs, trying to avoid the areas that made creaky noises so I didn't wake the rest of my family. I made my way to the kitchen and flicked the light switch.

"Fuck!" I mumbled as the light met my eyes. I blinked a few times and raised my arm over my eyes to shield them from the glow. Just as I grabbed the milk out of the fridge, I heard the front door quietly click open. "Canada..?"

A tall figure made its way into the same room as me, stumbling slightly.

"Bro, where have you been?!" I whisper-shouted, keeping as quiet as possible. He stayed quiet for a short moment.

"I was at someone's house..."

I sighed, putting the milk down and pulling him into a tight hug. "I was worried about you!"

Canada stayed still, so I pulled away. "You okay?" I looked up at him, and noticed his eyes. Then I noticed the faint smell.

"Bro... are you high?"

After a short pause Canada's eyes widened, and he quickly looked away from me. "What? Uh... no!"

"Keep it down, Dad's gonna kill you if he finds out..." I grabbed a glass out of a cupboard and filled it with water before passing it to him. "Drink this."

Canada took the glass and had a sip of water, shaking slightly. "Can I have something to eat?"

I sighed. "Have you eaten anything since lunch?" Canada thought for a moment and shook his head. "Alright, I'll make you some toast."

I pulled some bread out of a different cupboard and put it into the toaster. "I thought you said you'd stop this shit Can..."

My younger brother looked down at the ground guiltily. "S-sorry Ame..."

"You're lucky I haven't snitched you up yet," I said with a small smirk, causing him to smile slightly.

"You're a good brother Ame..."

I smiled as I took the toast out of the toaster and put it on a plate. I started to spread the butter over it. Once I was finished, I passed it to him. "Go and eat that in our room, I'll be up in a minute."

"T-thank you," he mumbled, taking the plate and leaving. I sighed and continued making the hot milk I had tried to start. At least I didn't have to worry about Canada being safe any more; I just had to worry about keeping this a secret.

Once the hot milk was done, I sat up on one of the kitchen counters and started to drink it. I looked up at the clock and noticed it was just past 3am.

"Fucking hell Canada..." I muttered. I was angry at him for being irresponsible, but I was more worried than anything. It wasn't the first time he'd come home stoned as fuck, though it hadn't happened for a while.

Before I knew it, I had finished drinking my milk. I placed the glass by the sink and went upstairs to check on Canada. "Hey bro, you done yet?"

I walked over to him, and noticed he had fallen asleep. I shook my head, taking his plate and glass downstairs to wash along with my glass. Once I had washed them, I made my way back upstairs, knowing I would only be able to get a few hours of sleep.

Guess I'll be sleeping in class tomorrow...