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Russia walked slowly into the world meeting area and he managed to push open the doors feeling rather weak, but not knowing the reason of the cause and he felt incredibly cold despite all of his layers of clothing.

"Russia, Do you have a cold?" Italy asked cheerfully and he was behind Germany who was frowning heavily to himself for Russia looked awful.

"Don't be silly. I do not have a cold, da. It is impossible for me to have a cold." Russia replied in a raw voice and then he covered up his cough.

"You should go back home, Russia. If you do not your cold might worsen." Germany stated firmly and he backed up slightly not wanting to get Russia's cold.

"I do not have one." Russia managed to say and his voice was raspy.

"You like totally have a cold, Russia. I like should know and you have one." Poland commented happily and he smiled brightly for Russia has at long last caught a cold.

"Let us start the world meeting, da." Russia said in a raw voice and his throat was hurting badly, but he knows it can't be a cold and has no wish to return back home. He felt dizzy, tired, and figures it must have been the plane ride here.

"Hmm, Since I'm hosting it. I'm canceling this world meeting and it will be reschedule to when Russia doesn't look like the living dead. After all we do not want everyone here turning into the living dead or zombies or ghosts." America stated firmly and his arms were crossed. He had noticed right away that Russia's violet eyes were blood shot and unfocused along with that face being pale as a ghost and yet those cheeks were red. America smiled brightly and thought it would be a wonderful idea to take care of Russia.

'I'll be a complete and utter hero for helping Russia.' America thought to himself and he nodded firmly while smiling happily.

"Everyone can go, but Russia." America commented cheerfully and he grabbed Russia's hand. He frowned slight and noticed it was clammy, but shrugged for it was only natural since Russia has a cold. "I'm going to take good care of you. We are suppose to be on good terms and I'll help you with your cold."

"It is not a cold, da." Russia said quietly and he tried to glare at America, but it did not work and once again covered up a cough with his hand.

"Uh huh sure, Russia." America stated flatly and he rolled his eyes. "Let's just call what you have Not A Cold."

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