'Hospital gowns,' Russia decides, 'are not comfortable.'
'America's lap was warm and comfortable though.'
The sun had begun to set, and the surroundings begin to grow dark. America had grown quiet, and Russia assumes he's asleep. But as the car grows dark, Russia notices something a little strange.
A light blue glow surrounds him. It's faint. Very faint. He hadn't even noticed it until the sky was full of stars. Russia tries to ignore the fear building in his chest at the appearance of the moon. The glow is gentle, calming, and it makes his skin feel tingly and warm, as warm as it could feel.
'What is that? It looks like America's magic. But America's asleep.'
Russia raises his arm as high as he could, only a few centimeters, and drops it. No one looks. He tries again, and Texas spins around, with an anxious look he tries to hide lighting up his face.
Russia meets his eyes, and Texas relaxes. Then Texas scans over him with a strange look.
"What in tarnation? New Mex, look at Russia," Texas says, grabbing New Mexico by the shoulder.
"What?" New Mexico asks, turning around in her seat.
"Oh," New Mexico mutters, "Dad's magic?"
"I don't know. Could you turn Dixie off of mute?" Texas says, announcing the question to the front seat.
"Sure thing TexMex," Arizona replies.
"Don't call me that," Texas mutters.
"Hey, Dix. I got a question," Texas announces.
There is a short pause before anyone received an answer.
"Does it got something to do with them weird dogs in the trees?"
"No, it's about- wait, DOGS?!"
"Yeah. Listen, y'all shouldn't look, they ain't right."
Texas begins looking around, but Finland moves to block the window. Texas scowls but returns his gaze to Russia. His face softens seeing his father.
"Can Dad use his magic when he's sleepin'?" Texas asks, his eyes focused on Russia's arm.
"Wait, what do mean?" Canada's voice filters through the phone.
"Him and Russia are glowin'. Kinda. It just looks like Dad's using some healing magic or something," Texas explains.
"Dad still has magic to use?" Massachusetts asks.
"Yeah. I'm thinkin' it's cuz Dad is finally getting some sleep," New Mexico comments.
"He's sleeping?" Dixie asks incredulously.
"He's been sleeping for the past several hours. Why?" Finland responds, sounding confused.
"Dad just doesn't sleep much," Kansas explains.
Finland hums but doesn't say anything else.
"Well, that's good. Really good," Canada says, "he'll probably be feeling better as soon as he wakes up."
"What do you mean? How much does his healing magic help? I know countries heal faster than humans, and states," Finland adds as an afterthought, "but he was stabbed."
"He's stubborn," Dixie says, "he won't be able to lift anything, but he'll probably be up and moving around once he wakes up."
"He'll totally call the shower once we stop and get settled in," Arizona says with a laugh.
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Book 2 - The Angel Against Revolution
FanfictionStill recovering from a near-deadly magic display, Russia narrowly tries to escape the overpowering watch of the Revolution, a strange organization with unknown government ties on his heels. With confusing feelings, terrifying encounters, and a gagg...