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They were always told that they were lucky, they could live forever. But when people he knew around him started to vanish, started to become weak and decrepit, he knew for a fact they were truly wrong. He wondered when it was his time, he was getting old really. Scared to think of it, wondering who was next and knowing that the younger nation need not worry about this.

But he was one of the oldest. He had things to worry about.

He wondered what it would come from, failing economy? Simple age?

Well... He knew they didn't age.

Or at least it was just, slow.

As he was waking he could feel the warm press of lips upon his neck, the light from outside shun in and he did not wish to bother with the morning quite yet. He tried to return back to sleep but the lips continued, moving down his neck to his shoulder, his partner's nose brushing against his skin, tickling him slightly.

"Wake up." The other sounded a bit groggy himself, "I made coffee."

"Hmm No... Let me sleep. It's the weekend."

"Well this is my revenge for you getting me up in the morning with wanting to go for runs and shit." He paused before simply laying on the Dane, "You sick or something?"

"Just tired."

He felt the Dutchman's hand touch his forehead and cheeks and decided to ignore it. "Jan stop." He whined pushing his face back into the pillow.

The Dutchman retracted his hand and moved away, he was a little warm but it wasn't bad. He wondered if he was restless that night, there wasn't any nightmares. It was figured that he would've woken to that to try and calm the Dane down.

Instead of pushing the Dane more to get up he covered him with the covers, "Come down when you wake up, babe."

A amused smile spread across the Dane's face before he closed his eyes in rest.

Waking up felt like a bad idea to him but after the Dutchman left he couldn't help but open his eyes, looking at the closed door. He felt nauseous slightly but he figured it was only the lack of food in his stomach. It was weird, his head felt fuzzy as well, as if it was still staying asleep as his body was awake. Turning his head to the side he watched the window, seeing the little light flood in.

He wanted to go for his run, but in that morning he was fatigued for no reason.

He sat up slowly and pulled some bottoms on to go down the stairs to find his lover in the kitchen, moving close to wrap his arms around his waist.

"Ah so you did get up?" Jan asked, a tone of stability and tiredness in his voice, "Not lazy today after all, Math?"

"Just feeling a bit nauseous."

"Ah so you are sick."

"No, just empty stomach." He leaned his chin on Jan's shoulder, "don't even know if I can stomach food at the moment."

"May just need to wait."

His lips brushed against Jan's shoulder before leaning his forehead against it. "I'm going for a run."

"Then you eat something first..." Jan spoke simply, "don't run on an empty stomach it's a bad feeling."

Mathias chuckled a bit, "You always cared... What are you doing up so early?"

"Didn't have to wake in the middle of the night." Jan replied glancing back, "Glad to see someone is actually getting better rest."

"One week out of four of the month... Not bad." A plate of eggs was brought up to his face, he took it.

"Simple breakfast... Eat before you run."

"You coming with?" Mathias asked, bringing the plate back to the table with utensils and stared at the plate before eating.

"No... I have work to do."

He rolled his eyes, "You're at my house on vacation, why are you working."

"Cause people are idiots." Jan mumbled, "It'll only take today."

"Better..." Mathias said boredly, putting food into his mouth, "... May just get bored with my over worked boyfriend or you just may die from working too much... I give you a week." He joked.

A snort came from the Dutchman, "I'm not that stupid."

Not a moment later a kiss was placed on Jan's cheek, a plate in the sink, and soon a Dane out the door, "I'll be back, don't wait up"

He felt breathless half way through but he pegged it was from the rough wakening. He jogged his usual route, keeping his pace as much as he could so his breaths could match. It was odd, they had seemed lighter as if he couldn't get all the air into his lungs.

Maybe he was getting a cold, but even that seemed off to him. Nations didn't get colds unless there was something wrong with their economy, environment, people... And so far as he knew, they were okay. Pollution was down people were happy, economic was good.

Again, he blamed it on the sleeping. He had been prone to night terrors for a while, and even if he didn't have one that night didn't mean his sleep pattern weren't roughened up a bit.

Halfway through he took a break sitting off to the side on the sidewalk. Breathing he laid back in the grass... He knew he'd be a little late this morning. He just needed rest.

Watching the clouds he stayed there for a little while, till his breath was calm and he didn't feel too tired. Standing, he looked both ways, a bit surprised that there weren't many people out at this time. Then again, he didn't have many neighbors. Unlike his partner, he didn't live in the city, he found it nicer where he was, better for his pets anyway. There were fields, big and wide, filled with crops. He had sold the land he had to a couple farmers but decided to keep a tiny orchard in the back. It was home.

He set off again, jogging back home down the long strip of road.

Standing at the window when he realized the other was gone longer than he should've been. He wasn't exactly the type who wanted his worry to show but as much as a cold demeanor can be icy there was warmth inside it none the less. He was a stickler for time, it was everything, if you were late there was either something wrong or laziness.

Mathias knew how the Dutchman felt about it. If there was a time limit on something he knew it would be flexible but not in the sense of a long span. Jan wasn't over baring, nor controlling... He worried easy that and the Dutchman was obsessed with being on time.

Either way he pulled himself away from it, he knew well the Dane was okay.

Within the half hour, Mathias had returned, covered in sweat and laughing.

"Really needed that run." Mathias said excitedly, moving up to the Dutchman to hug him up.

"You say that every... Oh god get off Mathias you're all sweaty!" He pushed.

"Did you take your shower yet?"

"No..."

The Dane laughed keeping his grip on the other. "We can just take a shower together then."

Jan only shrugged before lips pressed to his calmly.

"No but really Math get the shower ready you're all sweaty and shit..."

A laugh came from the other as he wandered off, soon followed by Jan in tow.

The days moved on. As much as they lived normally there was more rough mornings that arose. It was harder for him to wake, needing a good jolt. It became like this over the course of a month, and soon it seemed harder for him to stay awake.

But through the time, both soon figured out that it wasn't just some sort of exhaustion of which they thought... But something else, far worse than they imagined.