RusAme-Timeline life

America sat in the chair next to Russia's bed just watching his slightly pained sleeping expression, playing with the soft silver locks. He saw Russia beginning to stir awake and he shot up and stood next to his bed side, he finally woke up! He faintly heard his name being called and quickly said, "yeah? You need anything?" He took Russia's hand in his and swallowed nervously, and those 3 little words hit him hard and made his heart skip a beat and he gripped the hand tighter, "I love you too." trying to prevent himself from crying and succeed, his eyes shone with tears beginning to form but not falling, "You're pull through this or I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't." he looked at the other's stunning violet eyes and continued, "You and you're people are tough, you guys are gonna pull through this."

Russia smiled, still not wanting to go mute whale he was sick. He nodded yes and giggled slightly at Americas words. He loved America, every once and inch of him. He even loved him being so competitive more. He sighed and looked at America. He reached over, getting a pen and scratch paper. He wrote down. "Why are you crying?" Feeling bad he was worried America so much. He already felt his guts churning. He just laied down, looking up in to Americas eyes for a response. He blushed a bit and held his hand, wanting to go back to sleep again.

America gripped his hand and Russia and he grew a bit confused when he took out the paper and pen. He took the notepad and it asked why he was crying. He chuckled, was it really that obvious that it looked like he was about to cry? He felt his vision blur a bit from the tears threatening to spill but still holding them back, he felt a lump in his throat and grinned and said, "You can tell huh? No reason, just...." he chuckled again and looked over at him, "Just want you to feel better." Russia would pull through this. England had pulled through the black plague; Russia was stronger and the epidemic didn't seem as bad as the black plague so he was sure he would pull through.

Russia smiled at America. He could try to talk.I love you so muc- He tapped his trough, his voice givving out and every attempt to talk coming out as faltered breaths. He didnt mind though. Russia whiped the tears on Americas eyes off, felling the warm of the Americans tears. He nodded yes and continued writing. "They said that they have started cure work and that it will be done with in a few weeks" He smiled, he took pride in the fact that his nation could come up with cures in a few weeks when it took some nations months. He couched again, forcing a wave of crap in him to shift around, falling in to his lungs and nose. He tasted blood when ever he coughed.

America smiled at the mention of a cure, but his smile faltered at the amount of time it would take. Although it was faster than usual, it was still too long for his liking. He didn't like to wait, he wanted that cure soon so Russia didn't have to go through this or suffer anymore. He squinted an eye when Russia wiped away the forming tears on the corners of his eyes. He saw Russia go into another fit of coughing and felt worthless and useless. There was nothing he could do to take the pain away, he would gladly trade place with Russia, but he just couldn't. All he could do was stand there and watch a the the illness took over Russia. He witnessed the coughing and quickly rushed out of the room to get some water. He came back and began to rub up and down his back to try and bring the Russian some comfort holding out the glass of water.

Russia smiled at America, pulling him in to a hug and holding the water, drinking it and only then realzined how thersty he was. He down down the thing and thn relzied how bumb that was. He now had somthing to throw up. Just as his smotch had the same though. He jumped up, pushing his face in to the toilet and letting go of his stomach. He felt the wave of exaustion hit him again and rested on the tile of the bathroom floor again. Falling asleep on the spot. His head spun out of exaughtion and he winced. The cold of the floor felling good on his hot face.

America was pulled into the hug and smiled, freely accepting the praise that he had done a good job. He moved aside when Russia shot up and ran out of the room. He dumbly stood there for a few seconds trying to process what was going on until he finally he rushed after Russia seeing him hunched over the toilet and what as America to do. He felt useless and guilty that he couldn't do anything by stand there. Then he saw Russia fall and went to go catch him before he hit the ground, Another wave of fear surged through his body and he flipped Russia over shaking him slight and again went to check pulse and he was so nervous and worried that at first he didn't find one and panicked until he found one and sighed in relief. He looked at the unconscious man and regretted everything, winning the Space Race, the Cold War, everything. There would have been no point to that if Russia wasn't here. He mentally told him to get ahold of himself. Russia wasn't going anywhere, he was going to live damn it. He picked Russia from the floor and back to the bed. He gently set him down and went to get another wet rag for the fever. He wasn't the nurturing type, but he would try for Russia.

Russia woke up again a while later, waves of sweat and heat moving around him. He panted. "America..." He said, voice normal again from couching it all up. He could have jumped in to a snowbank. "America, thank you" He said, smiling up at him. Damn, if he was going to be passing out all the time... He put his hand on the back of Americas neck, rubbing it softly. "I love you..." He said, having a hard time not speeking Russian though his sickness. He winced, tighning his chest in pain. He could fell them being consumed by death. He looked up, the city of Moscow with in eyes sight of his home. He sat up a bit, leaning on America to look out the window. A small line of black smoke was streaming up from a point o the ground. It was dead Russians they were buring... Russia almost died in laughter, falling back on Americas lap and losing his air. He faonly shut up. "the painful Irony~" He coninued giggled, not having the air the laugh. He smiled at America. "Its been a long time since I first met you" He smiled at the better times. He stilll loved America, more than anything, even if it was some twisted hate. He loved Alfred. He loved his past the cold war, the space race, and all the other wars.

America stayed seated in the chair next toe Russia's bed, not keeping his eyes off of him to see if there was any sign of waking up. When he finally did and wave of relief washed over him. He heard the struggle in Russia's voice and for in his life shut up and listened instead of talking his way through everything. America smiled a bit when Russia thanked him and said, "it's what heroes do, it's no problem." he'd drop everything if Russia needed his help. He had glanced out the window and saw smoke, probably from a fire, but outside? Was it serious? He didn't understand what was so ironic about the fire? He let Russia lay on his lap and played with some of the strands of Russia's hair. He nodded and said, "It's been a while." since they were actually at piece. They were either fighting, disagreeing, or having sex. But it's been awhile since they actually put their differences aside and just laid there. Even though Russia was sick America couldn't help but enjoy the somewhat silence. A small smile tugged on his lips and said, "It's gonna get better."

Russia nodded. "Da, it always dose in the end" He said, smiling in to the cloth of Americas pants. He sighed, letting America play with his hair. He accutly kind of liked it when America was doing it. He rolled his head in to Americas hand, purring slightly. He knew it got better because America had not let him. He loved America, in a odd kinda of way. The kinda were you would jump in front of a train for him, but wanted for him to get his ass kicked at the same time. He could go from side to side though. He scooted up, resting on Americas chest and warpin ghis arms around Americas middle. "You are the only on that is really there for me.." He said, smiling

America smiled in content and his smile widen to one of amusement when he felt Russia purr, he was like a cat, a big cat, but still a cat. Russia. He had feelings for Russia.He loved him, he wouldn't say it often and even less if it wasn't said to him first. He'd fight Russia on any occasion, but if anyone wanted to start a fight with Russia he'd been there to kick their ass. No one messed and fought with Russia unless it was him. It was an odd love. One hand he wanted to make sure Russia knew he could hold his own against the other but on the other hand he he loved the affection shown to him. He smile down at Russia, "You're the only one who could probably put up with me." he said with a low chuckle. Other nations would either be scared of him, suck up, or plain out call him, annoying, rude, fat, obnoxious etc. But Russia didn't act differently around him, kicked his ass when he needed to be put in his place, but always showed affection once America's lesson was learned.

Russia sat and enjoyed the war feeling of Americas hand going through his hair. He jumped when the phone rang. He knew that It would not be another nation and would most likely be the hospitals. He leaned over America, picking the phone up. He waited, once again speaking all in Russian. "Mr Russia, We are glad to inform you, there is a cure..." The doctor went on to explain how it worked, Russia polity listened. After several more exchanges Russia set the phone down and rested back on America, smiled miles wide. "I love you so, so so much" He smiled up at him. "They make a cure~" He said, the pain still hugly being there

America heard the phone ring and was a bit mad that they ruined the moment, and gave a slight pout. Russia answered the phone and the sudden thought came in that it could be a hospital or lab saying that they had found the cure and he hoped it was. It was all in Russian again, so there was no point in trying to see if he could understand anything because he couldn't. America saw Russia's smile and couldn't help but have one of his own, good news, there was good news. Russia hugged him and he blushed, it was a straight forward hug he wasn't mentally prepared for. He kept his hands to his sides and smiled to see Russia so happy, he heart skipped a few beats. Was that normal? He didn't think so. He laughed a bit and said, "I love you too and that's awesome! They found a cure! You're gonna get better!"

Russia smiled But over 1/4 of my population are dead..... He didint say that though. He could already feel the calming felling of the medican, slowly making him feel better. He sighed in to Americas chest. Giggling before kissing America. He loved the warmth that he got from America. He nuzzled in to him, wraping his arms and legs around the other. "America, I think that I will be heading to the cure centers, its boring lab work and I want to see what cures we are working on" He said, not even realzing that it would end up starting another Race. He killed America again. Clincgin to him

America blushed even more, he wasn't used to so much affection but hugged back because he liked it. He was happy Russia had found a cure for the disease. But then it hit him. Russia found it. What if this disease spread to other countries, Russia would have the cure...and not America. Competitiveness filled him, but he wouldn't let it show just yet. He smiled at the other, "Sounds good, e don't want it to spread or anything right?" horrible thing was that he did, America would have the cure and people would have to choose between America or Russia for the cure. He wanted it to spread so that people would ask him for help and he would give it them.

Russia looked at him for a second. Finding the statement a bit odd. He smiled though, felling bettter and better. He giggled, trying to find out if his thoughts were true. "Da, But Russia has the cure to make the world better if they get sick~" He said, a happy tone in his voice. "Russia is winning the game" He giggled at him, resting his head on Americas neck. He feard this would turn bad fast. He listaned to Americas heart beat, a litte fast right now

America had the urge to push Russia off go home and find a cure, but no, he would have to wait, or Russia might suspect something. He continued to smile, he knew the symptoms so that was a good start to giving it a name and trying to find a cure for it, as to see if it's related to other diseases or syndromes. A vein almost appeared on his forehead when he heard that Russia was winning. It was true he was, he hadn't done anything, it was just an idea his heart beat slightly fast in anticipation. He needed to go home, or get to his phone, anything to let some of the scientist in his home to start working n a cure for this, but he couldn't, because Russia was here and he was still sick, but once Russia was better, there would be nothing holding America back.

Russia smiled at America, his heart beat gogin through the roof. "Are you well, fredka?" He asked, worried a bit seeming how he was acting. He held America close. No, America would not do that...would he? He wondered if America would start another race with him. He was sure he could win just like he was sure he could win the cold war. But that ended with him tied to a chiat being beaten by America with a hammer. He knew that he could freely call them, tell then to stay working more... He felt a all to formiler pain i his chest. Was America going to do that to him? Was it fu to make th eperson you love suffer over and over? He sighed, he was blwoing this out of the water, America had not said anything

America continued to hold Russia, thoughts racing in his head thinking whether he should call or something. He was getting anxious, he grinned at Russia and said,"I'm okay man really, do ya still feel sick? You want the hero to get you anything?" hopefully he could get away for a few minutes and make a few phone calls. He held Russia close, he was just glad he was going to be okay, but he would prefer it if he had been the hero and save Russia. He said, "You're looking a lot better." smiling at him to cover his anxiousness in making a cure.

Russia smiled at him, but could sence a negivtge ton ein his voice. He kissed America again, "Its ok Fredka, They made the cure so Im getting better as we speak, you can go do what ever you want..." He said, he praied America didnt leave, but would understand if he did. He rolled off of America wraping himslef in blankets. He stood up a second later, this time he could acculy stand. He grinned at America. "Its vary good, we can even distribute it better." He smiled, being happy and pure in his tone, but trying to find out of America would really chalange him to another race. He was abe to stand up and walk and talk. Damn this medican worked. He knew that if he went to the Center, he would be working for cures again. He could just leave Amerca here... He went in to aother room and diled the phone. Talking this time in English, "Da, the airports and the burnings have stopped, but we would like it if you went to the center...." After a long work call, it was decided what he would be doing for the next weeks.

America held him and kissed back and said, "Oh, so now that you're all better you don't need me anymore?" not that he really minded, but he knew Russia meant well; he was trying to get him to buy it. He saw him get up and the knew the medicine was taking affect quickly....to quick for him liking. They had done so much in such a pass few days and he was he still sitting in Russia's room and his people ignorant to what disease was taking hold of Russia.He flashed him another smile and said, "That's...good, things are lookin' up dude, I told ya, your people would pulled through." a bit of patronizing and barely detectable jealously. He wouldn't leave though not yet. Maybe he could pick a fight with the other and leave out of anger? It might work but....Russia looked so happy, so why was he feeling guilty about taking an means necessary to win. It didn't make sense to him, he would feel bad to be in first for once, because Russia looked so happy. He blinked in confusion, "Go to the center......with you....really?" he was a bit touched by the offer, and guilty. Here he was trying to take something Russia wanted and offered him this.

Russia sighed, pushing over and kissing America for a quick second. "Da, I will be stuck there for a while..." He said. He would just be looking over the doctors, same with the cold war. He tried brushing off any curiosity of why America cared so much. He should be able to trust him, but he should have also been able to trust him during the cold war... He forced the thoughs away and smiled, walking in to the next room. He watched, it had been a few weeks he was sick. All of the days it was the same. Faint, puke, sleep, and be helped by America though all of it. He looked back over at him. "I love you~" He said at him before walking out again. America could be caring and loving but mean than a snake the next second. He decided there was nothing to loose at this point. "America, you are acting odd, are you well?" He asked, being 1/2 suspicious and 1/2 worried. He loved America, America loved him, right?

America continued to smile, a twinge of jealously and anxiety pooling in his chest, "How long are you gonna be gone?" he asked. The last few weeks have been hell for him, helping Russia, all he could was sit there and help him up, watch, and comfort him, but besides that he contributed nothing in making Russia feel better and he didn't like the feeling of uselessness. He didn't like seeing Russia so helping and so overtaken by the sickness, but there was nothing America could do but pick him right up and watch him go through the process of getting worse and worse. Then Russia and his people found the cure, and Russia probably, and more than likely, didn't need him anymore, not that he was helping much anyway. He needed to get out of there and back to his own home, because what if the epidemic spread to other countries? They would all go to Russia for the cure, and leave America in the dark. He smiled at the words and said, "I love you too." America blinked if asked if he was well and said, in a bit of defense in his voice, "Yeah I'm fine, would'ja stop askin' that already!" not meaning for his voice to go so high. Maybe him and Russia would get into a fight, but of course, it would be started by America.

Russia looked at him for a few seconds. Americas gave away everything with out even saying anything. He didn't say anything as he walked out of the door. He sat down on the couch, glaring at the TV. America was only proving that he was starting somthing again. and again, and again. He tried thinking, but there was a bit of pain in his chest. Did America want to get away from him that bad? Was Russia huring America more than America was hurting Russia? A dark. broken smile crossed over his face at his own thoughs. He could hurt America more than he hurt Russia. that would be wonderful, to brake America the way he broke Russia. He cruled his hands in to fist. His caot being crushed under his hands.
((sorry for this short shit))

America had followed Russia, wanting to make sure the other was okay, or maybe he could the other to sleep and he could slip away easily. He followed him to the couch and smiled at him, "You feelin' okay? Need anything? Food, water,....vodka?" he laughed a bit at the last option, trying to mask any sort of suspicion in his behavior. He looked at then T.V as well, and didn't understand a damn thing they were saying. His foot wouldn't stop bouncing up and down in anxiousness, he asked, "Do you thing this epidemic might spread?" curious as to whether Russia might know something or not about this. If it didn't then there was no point in trying to make a cure and sell it to other nations. He wanted to spread, and he was being a selfish bastard, but he didn't really care if it affected the other nations, as long as it didn't spread to his nation.