Not actually that Cold
For kolko
Georgia was Sick. Not just some ordinary dumb cold, I mean SICK. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her throat felt like she swallowed a knife. She was trying to take a nap when she heard a knock at the door. Grumbling to herself, she crawled out of bed and began her walk. When she opened the door, Russia was standing there. "Go away" hissed Georgia. Russia's smiling visage dissolved leaving behind a worried expression. "Georgia, you are alright, da?" he asks. "That is none of your concern, get out" she says, straining herself a bit from the effort of speaking.
"Yes it is. Let me in." he says firmly. Georgia is in no mood to fight, but also just wanted to go back to sleep. She stayed put. Russia rolled his eyes and scooped her up in his arms. "Put me down!" she growls, glaring daggers at the tall Russian. "No can do. I'm staying to help." he says, carrying her to her room. He sets her on the bed and wraps the blankets back around her shivering form. "I'll go make you some soup, da?" he says. She just nods, deciding to let him stay. There is just no winning with him. While Russia was gone, Georgia realized just how tired she was. She fell asleep in minutes.
Russia returned with a hot bowl of Kharcho (Georgian type of soup). He doesn't want to wake her, so he sets down the tray and curls up next to her in the bed. Russia could see that Georgia was shivering, so he wrapped his arms around her without thinking. He pulled her into his chest and held her in his embrace in hopes of warming her up. Russia soon falls asleep as well; and never realized that Georgia has been awake since he came back. She smiles, and hugs Russia. She soon realized how hungry she was, so she reached carefully over the sleeping Russian man and took the bowl of soup.
Georgia had to admit that Russia was a good cook. The soup was delicious and made her throat feel so much better. She finished it quickly, setting the bowl back on the tray. When she began to shift to find a comfortable position, Russia woke up. "G-Georgia?" he says, sitting up. "Russia?!" she shrieks, having not realized that he had woken up. He leans towards her, and she gets a little uncomfortable. Russia only places his hand on her forehead to check her temperature, so she relaxes. "I'll go get some medicine, da?" Russia said.
He stood up to go get the medicine, and Georgia lay back down. She hated medicine. She crossed her arms and sat there looking irritated until he came back. The tall Russian man came back through the door with two bottles of liquid medicine, one of which he had opened and was pouring into a spoon. Russia knew that she hated taking medicine, but also knew that this would help her get better. "Open up, da?" he says. She keeps her mouth shut. "Alright, fine." he says, sitting down next to her. He knows her weak spot, and begins to tickle her. She laughs, and Russia shoves the spoon with the medicine in it in her mouth.
She gives him the "I am not amused" look, and crosses her arms again, refusing to swallow. Russia shrugs, and kisses her. The shock from this makes her swallow the medicine, and she just closes her eyes and kisses him back. "я тебя люблю." Russia says when he pulls away. Georgia blushes a lot. "I love you too, Ivan." she says. He then pulls out the other bottle of medicine and pours the liquid. Georgia rolls her eyes, but giggles. Russia could be so sweet sometimes. The other nations didn't realize that he wasn't just some killing machine; he was a poor soul who was just scarred by years of war who had every capability to be kind and gentle. Russia lifts the spoon to Georgia's lips, and this time she takes the medicine without a fight.
The End
