An Irregular Heartbeat // Countryhumans AU

Day Ten

America woke up tired. His tiredness was probably his fault because he snuck out of the hotel room the minute Russia fell asleep, but that's beside the point. He had visited that nice lady, Alice, and may or may not have vented a little. She just felt like a trustworthy person, so he... spilled his problems a little. Nothing too serious, just enough to feel the slightest bit better. He also asked her to hold onto something for him.

America kinda felt bad... he doubted that he'll ever be able to see her ever again. America nervously chuckled to himself, rubbing his neck. Well, that got a little bit too dark for comfort. America didn't want to think about that today, he already had enough on his plate as it is. Yawning loudly, America stood up, looking at the time. 7:30? That early? Wow, no wonder America felt so...

America turned and saw his reflection in one of the many mirrors in the hotel room. Some sort of gremlin with horrendous eye bags was staring back at him.

... tired.

America felt confusion overcome him. This wasn't normal. You don't get those eyebags from one night of bad sleep. It looked like America hadn't been sleeping for days. America clenched the part of his shirt that was positioned above his heart with his fist. Was... was this because of his heart? But it's barely been over a week since America left the hospital! America's breathing quickened, causing some sort of weird wheezing noise to occur every time he breathed in. Surely it wasn't because he's been rationing his beta-blockers? Though it admittedly was a bad idea, he only had enough medicine on him for 2 weeks, not four, so he...

... Improvised a little bit.

Looking at himself in the mirror, America could only think: 'I can't let Russia see me like this, I don't want to worry him.' How in the world would he cover it up, though?

Letting go of his shirt, America put his fist on top of his other hand as he got an idea. Makeup! Would concealer work? Would they even have pure white concealer? I guess America had to figure that out for himself. But what if Russia woke up before he had the chance to apply it? America would probably have to apply it in a public bathroom before he got back into the hotel room, then.

As America was forming this plan, his stomach growled, making America suddenly blush in embarrassment. Yeah, he should also buy something to eat while he's out. Grabbing money and a key card for the room, America headed out, a plan forming in his mind while he left Russia behind and all alone in their hotel room.

--x--

Russia woke up to silence. Turning to the clock in the hotel room, he noticed that it was 9 AM. He then looked at America's bed, knowing that he would still be there, sleeping... only to see no one at all. Russia's heart seemed to jump up into his throat as worry took ahold of his mind. He shot up, scrambling out of his bed. What? Where was America? Where did he go?! Russia swore, if this is some sort of prank, he's gonna-

Russia heard the sound of the door unlocking and opening. He whipped around to see America with a key card in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other. America froze at Russia's distraught state before cocking his head and asking, "You okay there, Russ?"

Russia paused before he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, relaxing his formerly tense muscles, "Where were you?"

America gave him a curious smile, lifting up the bag of pastries a little bit, "Isn't that a little obvious?"

Russia chuckled breathlessly and nodded, "Right, right. Next time you leave, leave a note or something, I was worried."

"Noted," America laughed, pulling out a large blueberry muffin and asking, "Do you want it or no?"