RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 7: Surprise?

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 7: Surprise?

After the plane landed, some people ended up taking Canada off the plane first and sepertely, Kumajirou following with him. It's clearly not good if you throw up on a plane, especially when you looked as sick as he did. After an hour of people checking him to make sure he wasn't dying or spreading disease, Canada ended up taking another taxi home. On the bright side, at least he could actually talk to the driver.

The ride home wasn't pleasant. It was a few hours to get to Ottawa and that didn't settle with Canada's stomach at all, he managed to keep it down but the feeling wouldn't go away. Kumajirou sat next to him, his chin resting on Canada's lap, worried about his owner's health. Truth was, Canada never got sick and if he did, it was a small cold, nothing as bad as this, nothing like throwing up or extreme headaches to the point that he could barley move. This was something to worry about.

Hours passed by like days for Canada, he couldn't stand it, but he finally got home. He dragged himself to the door with his luggage, unlocked it, went in, closed it, and stood against it.

"Canda?" Kumajirou asked him. Canada didn't move, didn't talk, until he finally dragged himself to the couch of the living room. He plopped down and didn't move after. Kumajirou still sat by the door until he walked over to check on his owner. Canada was fast asleep by the time he got over, glasses on and everything.

Kumajirou sat there for a minute and then went up the stairs to Canada's room. He dragged a thin blanket off the bed by his teeth and went back down stairs to his owner. He jumped onto the couch and pulled it over Canada. When it looked like his whole body was covered, he jumped off the couch and sat there. He looked back at his owner. Poor Canada was shaking. He was sweating, breathing fast, pale, occasionally coughed a bit, and his eyes twitched. Kumajirou laid down next to the couch and decided to sleep there and watch over his owner.

Morning came and Kumajirou woke up to find Canada still sleeping. His glasses had fallen off and onto Kumajirou's back. He sat up, ignoring the glasses, and peeked at his owner. Canada looked the same he did last night, if not worse. Kumajirou stood up on his back legs and leaned on the couch with his front paws. He peeked his head closer to the Canadian, close enough to feel his breath, and whimpered a bit. Canada's eyes twitched and slowly started to open.

His vision was fuzzy, more without his glasses, as he tried focusing. Kumajirou went down, picked the glasses up in his mouth, jumped back up, and dropped them in front of Canada. Canada slowly grabbed them and put them on so he could at least see, even though it was still fuzzy. Kumajirou watched him slowly sit up on the couch. He still looked sick and not happy at all. He still shook a little as Kumajirou jumped onto the couch with him. He looked at his pet.

Kumajirou titled his head a bit. "Are you OK?"

"Ouais." Canada mumbled. He rubbed his temples a bit, that damn headache had came back, and then got up.

"Where are you going?"

"Lit." He mumbled again and slowly started to walk to the stairs. Kumajirou followed.

"Are you gonna puke again?"

"Peut-être," he started going up the stairs. "J'ai l'impression que." What was with all the French this morning?

"I could push that mini garbage to you once you get in bed." Kumajirou said.

"Bien." Canada dragged himself upstairs to his own bed, much better than the couch, and sat down on it. He took off the sneakers he still had on from last night and laid back in the sheets and blankets. Even if he had a high fever, he was freezing cold. He closed his eyes again to go back to sleep, the only time he could escape the pain and feelings of his sickness, until he heard Kumajirou come in. He opened one eye and looked as the bear pushed a small garbage can with his nose to the side of Canada's bed. "Merci," He mumbled and closed his eyes again. Kumajirou jumped onto the bed with him and laid next to him as his owner fell back to sleep.