Cold Hands

Chapter 1

Hello, sorry it has taken me so long, it's been a hot minute since I've written a fan fic and recently life has been rough so I really had to dig for motivation.
Anyways I hope you enjoy!
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It's a Friday night, college classes are out for the weekend which means it's time to go out and party, at least that's what America's friends, Philippines, Japan and Mexico, had decided. Their red, white, and blue friend is not thrilled as he has work in the morning but he gets dressed nonetheless in some more feminine clothes (cover), he likes to dress more feminine but he isn't comfortable enough to wear his clothing of choice at school or at work.

America looks at himself in the mirror, his shirt showing off his stomach while his shorts show off his thighs "How can somone feel so confident yet so disgusted by their own appearance?" He thinks to himself as he pulls on his striped button up "That's better." He sighs and heads out of his dorm room to meet up with his friends. They head to the club in town, it's the popular party spot and America is dreading the crowd, he doesn't like being surrounded by lots of people... At least not when he's sober, so of course if he's going he's gonna get high or wasted or even both to survive the night.

The music is loud enough to hear it from down the street and up close the neon party lights are blinding to the naked eye "Here goes nothing." The American thinks to himself as he gets his ID checked by the bouncer, he's well over 21 so he's quickly let inside. The building is packed. Makes sense, it's a Friday night, it's the time everyone makes bad decisions because most don't have responsibilities in the morning. Well. Time to join in on the chaos.

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A tall brute sits at the bar of Eden, it's not really their scene but they were dragged along by their friend Finland who, after having a few drinks, disappeared into the crowd and they haven't seen him since.

Russia takes a sip of their glass of vodka, they have been sipping on the same drink for about fourty minutes, they'll probably have to take Finland home so it's best to be sober. They sigh, looking at the crowd of people. Deffinetly not their kind of place. It's just too loud, there's too many people and no one will just leave the slav alone, they're not intrested in a drunk one night standpeople who are intoxicated can't give proper consent.

It's around midnight when Russia decides to call it quits, they're pretty sure Finland left with someone else, probably an equally drunk woman. Typical. They pay for their drink and head out the front door, relieved by the much quieter and less crowded environment. But of course that's short lived when he hears someone say "Don't touch me", that can't be good. They head to where they hear the intoxicated voice, finding a man pinning another to the wall, the man on top at least looks sober, but the other is clearly drunk and seems out of it. The drunk man almost seems familiar.

Russia shoves the man away, like hell they're going to witness a possible assult, that would not sit well in their conscience. The man growls "You fucker! Mind your business!" Russia isn't at all threatened by the stranger as they're taller by at least a foot "Back. Off." They hiss "Fuck that!" That earns the man a punch in the gut, while he's down Russia picks up the whoozy male, taking him to their car. It's a good thing they didn't drink much.

The slav lays him down in the back seat, that's when it hits them. It's America. They don't know where this fucker lives and he's drifting in and out of consciousness so he's not gonna be of any help. It would probably be best to just take him to a hospital. Yeah that's what Russia will do. They hop in the car and head to the nearest hospital which is about thirty minutes away but close to their home so it isn't an inconvinice. God they can't believe they're actually helping this bastard.

Once they reach the hospital Russia takes Americq inside. He must've been drugged, unless he drank waaayyy too much. They hand him off to some nurses and head out to go home. Why did they even care about him? They have never gotten along before, America is always getting on their nerves.

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America wakes up in a bright white room, the sun shining through the curtains, making his head ache- the constant beeping isn't helping much either "Wait. Beeping? Where am I?" He thinks to himself as he opens his eyes as much as they'll allow him to look around. Oh. A hospital. He closes his eyes again, the light hurts. Honestly everything kinda aches and feels like he got hit by a truck.

Someone walks in so he opens his eyes again, it's a little easier this time since he's starting to adjust to the bightness of the room. It's a nurse. She smiles at America "Well good morning, you've been out for awhile."
He raises an eyebrow at her "How long was I out?"
She looks down at her clipboard "A day and a half." Oh fuck- his friends are probably worried sick! Or they aren't and just think he "finally got laid" their words not America's.

The nurse writes some things down "Could I get your name hun?"
Ame sighs softly "America Washington." He kinda mumbles out.
She asks a few more questions, he answers but he's kinda distracted. He doesn't remember anything from that night except the feeling of safety.

And someone's cold hands.