A Nation, Reborn
I do not own any of this. I'm just uploading this so I won't forget. Reviews are always nice. No worries, I am still working on 'I Am My Brother'.OHOHOH~ WHAT'S WRONG IVAN? U NO FEEL GOOD? LOVE SICK? –beaten with pipe- Ivan:KOLKOLKOLKOL FIX ME NOW.
Russia was the least liked nation. They either feared him, for good reason, or hated his guts. He didn't blame them; they had good reason to feel that way. Most of the other nations he had fought against or invaded. So he didn't blame them when they ignored his diminishing health. It started with a fever. It was easily ignorable since he already wore such heavy clothing all the time. Then the dizzy spells and tunnel vision came. It didn't help that he was known to drunk, so no one noticed it when he would catch himself on the stairs or drift in the hallways.
With everyday Russia, Ivan, felt his health slipping away with no explanation. His nation was fine. After America's stupid economic bubble burst, he was one of the first to fully recover. America didn't have that much of an influence over his banks. There were no natural disasters to point the blame at. There was no explanation in the world for his sudden illness and there was no friend to turn to for help nor would he ever have tried. He did his best to ignore when he would overheat to the point of sweating in his seat randomly. When he would stumble, he got back up and back on his way. This illness was nothing compared to the pain and suffering he felt only 100 years ago
That's what he thought until he collapsed. The summer G8 meeting was being held in Los Anglos. America did his best to have the nations attending to use his 'eco-friendly' solutions, one of them being public transportation. The hotel was only 10 blocks from the Embassy and not wanting to be stuffed onto one of those disgusting busses, Russia opted to walk the distance. Too bad for him, there were high rolling hills between him and the hotel. He was dripping with sweat and panting halfway up the second hill. He stopped to catch his breath only to have pain rack his weak lungs. He gasped, which only made another spike of pain hit him. He couldn't breathe. He fell to his knees, his vision fading, he was going to faint.
As he watched the slate sidewalk under him fade, he felt something cold press to his forehead and a voice call to him distantly. Canada knelt next to him, his uncovered hand pressed to his head. What had he said? What was he saying now? "Leave… me…alone." Russia panted with the little breath he had, turning away from the other. The other seemed not to listen, leaning forward and throwing him over his shoulder with a bit of difficulty. Canada said something else, but Russia didn't have the mentality to listen or struggle. He was too busy enjoying the cooling aura the other was giving off. He closed his eyes; it seemed to help the dizziness that was over taking him again.
Russia didn't know he passed out until he awoke on his hotel room bed, his coat gone and several cold compresses resting over his exposed skin. Many weeks ago he decided to just wear pants until the coat, since it and his scarf kept him warm enough. The click of the bathroom door closing made him turn, only to have the world spin around him. "Don't move too much, you're very sick…" a soft voice called to him. He opened his eyes to see the other pressing another cold compress to him. "You're temperature is well over 100, I need to cool you off." Russia grunted, smacking the other's hands away and sitting up. "Leave me alone." The world spun again, forcing him back onto the mattress. Canada sighed and started moving the disturbed ice pack back onto the paler man. "Russia… Ivan. What's wrong?"
