This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 2: Comrade

Canada awoke to a bang in the room next door, Russia's room. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out what the noise could possibly be. Maybe he killed someone, he thought as he put his glasses back on. He figured he really should just go back to sleep, seeing how bad his head hurt and the cold getting worse, but his curiosity was just too strong; he couldn't fall asleep again anyway. He lifted himself out of the bed and put his sneakers on, he probably should of put socks on first but oh well. He peeked at Kumajirou to see he was in a deep sleep and figured not to wake him up to come with him.

He walked out into the hallway of the hotel and turned toward Russia's door. He was going to knock but found that the door was open a bit. Maybe someone killed him instead, he thought, but that's not possible is it? He pushed the door open a bit and took a look inside. The light was on but it was quiet. He expected to find a murder scene but it wasn't like that at all, he didn't even see Russia in the area he was looking. He opened the door more and took a step inside. Still no sign of the Russian.

His suitcase was on the bed, just laying there not even open. Canada looked around more, the light in the bathroom wasn't on so his thought of Russia being in there must be wrong. It was replaced with a thought that someone broke into Russia's room, the criminal could be hiding in the closet. Canada slowly turned toward the closet thinking someone was in there, maybe, but maybe not? He quickly opened the door to an empty closet, completely empty except for a few hangers. He signed, I gotta stop watching those crime shows with America, the thought.

Suddenly, he heard a moan on the other side of the bed. What am I walking into!, he first thought, but it didn't sound like the kind of moan he was thinking of, why he was even thinking of it like that in the first place was unclear to him, too much time with France maybe. He took more steps in and looked over the bed.

Russia, unconscious, was laying on the floor. He was panting, sweating, and clearly sick. Canada was surprised, Russia? He walked around the bed to the man and bent down. Clearly he's sick, he thought. He looked around to make sure no one was there and then touched his hand to the Russian's forehead.

"He's warm," Canada whispered, "He has to have a fever…" He didn't really know what to do. He couldn't just leave him on the floor to suffer… right? The thought came across his mind but no, he couldn't do that. He grabbed Russia's gloved hands and pulled up, mon dieu he's heavy. He managed to sit Russia up against the bed with much effort. The effort he put in made his head ache worsen. He breathed out and grabbed Russia again, picking him up and somehow managing to get him onto the bed, but accidentally falling over onto the bed too.

He didn't land on Russia, thank god, but he was pretty close. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly got up. Thank god Russia wasn't awake. He lifted up Russia's legs one at a time and pulled them all the way onto the bed. Finally he got Russia fully on the bed.

Now to take care of the fever, he thought as he walked into the bathroom. He grabbed one of the clothes from the railing and put it under the cool water. When it was soaked, he went back and laid it on Russia's forehead. His fever must be bad, he thought, his hair is soaked for Pete's sake. He stood there looking at the Russian sleeping, he never thought Russia could have such a peaceful face-wait what was he thinking? He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

Russia had on his normal clothing, the long jacket and his scarf. They can't be helping, Canada thought. He thought more about his situation, should he go further?

He opened up Russia's jacket, he never thought he would see what was beneath Russia's jacket. It was dress shirt with a dark blue tie, his scarf covering most of the top though. Canada expected weapons or at least a military uniform, seeing how it was that tan long coat, America told him he wore it for communism. It wasn't what he expected.

He kept the coat open, deciding not to take it fully off with the chance it could wake Russia up, which could mean his death if that happened. He looked at the scarf and started to pull it off.

"Что," Russia mumbled. The second he heard a sound from the Russian, he jumped back like a bomb was going to explode. He stood still, he was like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to do next. Maybe if I don't move, he won't know I'm here, he thought. He really needed to stop watching those movies with America.

Russia moved his head a bit and got comfortable in the bed, but he didn't open his eyes. Canada took a step closer and looked over the Russian, he's still sleeping. Canada signed in relief.

Canada looked at the clock on the nightstand, 3:38 AM. He took a deep sign, its too early to do all of this. His head ache wasn't much better and he was too sick and tired to even be up. If Russia woke up, Canada wouldn't be able to defend himself and surely die. Going back to his room and to bed would be a good idea, and so he began walking to the door.

He stopped just before walking out though. Maybe I should stay and help with his fever, he thought, he is still sleeping. He turned back to Russia and signed. He could regret it, but he was going to help. Russia's fever seemed high, he didn't think it would go down with just the cool cloth. He looked around for the thermostat, found it, and turned it down so the room would feel cooler.

"I'll be right back," he whispered and took a little trip back to his room. He grabbed his coat and put it on, he didn't have a fever and he surely wasn't going to freeze himself, then went back into Russia's room. He peeked at Russia, seeing if anything had changed, but nothing had. He picked the cloth off his forehead and changed to another cool cloth. Russia wasn't panting anymore but his breathing was still a little rough. He's really sick, much more then just a cold, Canada thought and felt bad about complaining about a little head ache.

He sat in the seat that was near the bed, it looked pretty comfortable and it was. He laid his head back and sat there watching the Russian sleep. He looked like he was sick, suffering a bit in that way, but looked like he was sleeping soundly and peacefully. Colds really do ass onto exhaustion, eh? More exhaustion, the more deep into sleep you go.

Canada knew that and he knew he was still exhausted. He also knew that he was falling asleep very slowly. He blinked and shook his head to stay awake, but it didn't work. He fell asleep.

Morning came but very little light shinned in, the blinds covered the windows. Russia was still sleeping on his bed, he had barely moved. Canada slept on the chair, on his side and not in a very comfortable position either. His feet were up on the chair, almost like he would be hugging his knees, and he was sleeping like a baby.

That is, until his phone started ringing.

Canada jumped awake and quickly went into his pocket to grab his phone. Russia moved his head and moaned a little.

"Кто там?" he mumbled. Canada panicked; he got up and ran into the bathroom and quietly closed the door fast. He tried to flip his phone open, dropped it, picked it up, and finally answered it.

"Bonjour! Qui est ce?" he squeaked.

"Mattie? Dude you know I don't speak French and I never will." America was calling.

"Al?" Canada shook his head. "W-Why are you calling?"

"Well, Japan invited us over for breakfast-and no I didn't force him to invite me-but anyway, its at his house so are you coming?"

"Wait slow down and talk please. Japan invited us for breakfast?"

"Yup, pretty cool right?"

"I guess…"

"Bro you okay? You sound funny." Canada could hear England complaining in the background, yelling how they would be late. "Did I call at a bad time? You said I could call in the morning as long as it was after 9 o'clock! Are you hung over! Did you have chicki-chicki with someone last night bro!"

Chicki chicki? Oh mon dieu he meant….. Oh god! Canada's face turned bright red.

"No! No chicki chicki! Who the heck calls it that anyway! Al I'm not hung over or anything, nothing like that happened!"

"Just making sure! France did have some influence on you dude. But then why do you sound so weird?"

Oh right, he was stuffy from his cold. "I'm a little sick Al."

"Wut! You too!"

"Me too?"

"Yeah! Bro Iggy's all sick too. I'm not sure wither its cause he's getting sick from a cold or because I got him drunk."

You got him drunk? "O-oh."

"So I guess your not gonna come to Japan's little treat?"

That's right, he could use his cold as an accuse to take care of Russia. "Yea sorry Al, I'm just-" he threw in a fake cough "Too sick. I was gonna sleep for most of the day."

"Aw sorry your not feeling good bro," is he really showing sympathy? "I'll come by and check on you later. Your room is like 258 right?" And just how do you know that?

"Oh u-um-"

"I'll bring some of Japan's food over, so you don't miss out completely!" America laughed "I'll see ya later!" and he hung up.

"Well you never give me much of a choice do you?" Canada mumbled. He closed his phone and signed. Having America as a brother is better then having no one at all, he thought. At least he cares for me. He smiled a bit and put his phone away. Now, back to Russia. He put his phone onto vibrate mode and peeked out the bathroom door. Russia had moved. He laid on his side, facing the bathroom, but his eyes were closed.

Canada wondered if he was still asleep or if the ringing had woke him up. He stepped out of the bathroom and into the room.

"Кто там," Russia mumbled, Canada froze again. "Сестра?"

Now I wish I knew Russian, he thought. He didn't move, he was actually afraid to move. Russia moved a little, got more comfortable in his bed. Canada still didn't move, he only watched the Russian.

A few minutes passed by until Canada believed it was safe to move. He walked over to Russia and peeked at him. He fell asleep again, thank god. Canada gently removed the cloth from Russia's forehead, surprisingly it stayed on his head through all the movement, and gently put the back of his hand to Russia's forehead. His fever has gone down; good. Canada wet another cloth with cool water and placed it on his forehead once again. Its not down enough though.

Canada sat back in the chair, took his glasses off, and rubbed his eyes. America's call was a rude awaking. He relaxed for a bit until it hit him-Kumajirou was in the other room!

Canada quickly got up and went back to his room. The bear sat on the bed, arms crossed, and with a pout on his face.

"I-I'm sorry Kumajirou. I had to go check on someone."

"Food." The bear said, clearly mad about how his breakfast had passed from 7 am to almost 9:30 am.

Canada nodded. "Right, I'll get you breakfast, I'm sorry it's so late." He figured he would get breakfast for himself too, maybe even something for Russia. He called up room service once again with his terrible Japanese and ordered anything that was fish for his pet, some kind breakfast for himself, and something soft that Russia could have. He checked on Russia once again before he decided that he should get showered and dressed, walking around the hotel in pjs seems like it would be rude in Japan.

He took a quick shower, the hot water cleared his stuffiness up a little, and got changed into jeans and a red sweatshirt he had packed. Room service came and Kumajirou practically jumped on Canada to get it and once he did, that fish was gone in a minute. I'll never do that do him again, Canada thought, he is a polar bear after all… I think I would be his next meal if he had no food…he shook his head at that thought.

"I'm going back-"

"Did you get raped?"

"What!" Canada squealed, "Why would you say that!"

"You disappeared in the middle of the night, came back late, and took a shower. Your hiding something dirty." The bear smirked.

"I am not! S-shut up. Don't talk to France anymore."

"Okay." Kumajirou plopped himself back on his bed and hit the remote to the TV, hockey time! (He ended up getting kind of mad because there was no hockey on though, lots of anime on though). Canada smirked a bit and left back to Russia's room.

Still sleeping. Canada quietly put Russia's breakfast on the table, sat in his chair, and ate his own breakfast, which was really good by the way. His head still hurt though. Maybe I should take something, he thought. He never really took pills or anything, but the head ache was too much and it was driving him a little crazy. But where would he even get anything for that? He didn't know his way around here or anything, maybe he could ask America to pick something up for him when he came over? Yea, maybe that could work!

Canada put his plate down and went into the bathroom. He called up America and he picked up after the first ring.

"Italy hold on a sec! Hey Mattie! Whatz up!-Ow! That was my ass dude!" It sounded like a party more then a breakfast.

"Um what is going on first of all?" Canada asked, that was the important question.

"Oh!~ We're playing some cool Japanese games!~ England pass the card!"

What kind of game is this?…. "Well it sounds like your having fun eh?"

"Oh yeah! It would have been better if you came but, whatcha gonna do? Haha~ So Mattie, you sound a bit better. Sleep helping?"

"Huh?-oh yea a little bit. Hey um, can you do me a favor?"

"Ha! I got the free card this time France! You and China! Whatda need Mattie?"

Mon dieu what ARE they doing? "Um c-could you pick me up some pain killers? I don't know my way around this place."

"Yeah sure thing bro! I didn't know you were in pain, you okay?"

He actually sounded worried. "Oh yea I'm fine. Just a bit of a head ache."

"Well I'm leaving in an hour so I'll pick it up and be over in a flash bro~ The hero will save the day again! Hahaha!"

I should of expected that comment, "Thank you Al."

"No problem bro!~ Ha! Take that Germany! So I'll be over soon bro. Bye~"

"au revoir Al." Canada said closing his phone. "At least that will help." He opened the door to go back to Russia, only to find the Russian slowly sitting up in his bed. Canada froze and quickly shut the door.

"Кто там? В ванной комнате?" He mumbled. Canada locked the door, now it will be his death.

"Сестра? Это ты?" He mumbled more. "Украине? Беларусь? Кто Вы?"

Canada didn't move. He wasn't afraid of Russia while he was sleeping but now that he was awake, he thought his heart would stop from all the fear right now.

"Кто в ванной? Выходи!" Russia yelled now. His voice getting louder made Canada's heart jump, maybe it would be a good idea to go out now.

Canada unlocked the door and opened it a little. Russia was sitting up in his bed, his bangs covering his eyes a bit, staring right at the bathroom. Canada slowly opened it more and stepped out.

Russia blinked. "America?" he said. Canada stood still and shook his head. But, maybe it would be a good idea to pretend to be America and-wait no what was he thinking? America and Russia didn't like each other, Canada would be in the grave sooner if he did that.

"Кто Вы?" Russia said. Canada still stood there, not sure what the question was asking.

"U-um, I-"

"Who are you?" Russia finally said in English.

"C-Canada. M-Matthew Williams." He stuttered. Russia stared at him a moment.

"Canada?" He said. "America do not fool with me."

"I-I'm not fooling with you." I wouldn't dare to! "I'm Canada. Y-you borrowed my notes last night remember?" Russia thought for a moment and then gave one of his smiles.

"Da! Canada?" Russia said, he stretched the nations name a bit. Canada gave a quick nod. "Why are you in the bathroom? More importantly, why are you in my hotel room?"

This is the part Canada was dreading. "W-well um." he gulped. "I was in my room a-and I heard a 'bang' noise in your room a-and I um."

"You broke into my room?"

"N-no! The door was open."

"That doesn't mean you go into the room."

"I-I know. I'm sorry b-but-"

"But what?" Russia's eyes were piercing.

"I-I peeked in and you were on the floor unconscious."

Russia was silent. He then picked up the cloth. "Then you did this da?"

"Y-yes sir." Why did I just call him sir?

"I did not give you permission to do that."

Mon dieu! He's gonna kill me! "N-no you didn't. I-I'm sorry. You were-"

"I was what?" His eyes were still so icy and cold.

Canada gulped. "Y-you had a very high fever Russia. I-it needed to come down."

"It was not your job to do it."

"R-right I know that. I'm sorry." Canada still stood still. Can't you just be grateful?

Russia noticed the breakfast on the side table. "What is this? Yours?"

"N-no. It's actually for you." He said. Russia looked away from Canada and looked down. Oh now you feel bad eh?

Russia signed and mumbled "Thank you." Canada blinked. He was being grateful?

Russia grabbed the plate of food and began eating, looked like the enjoyed it too. He looked from his food to the Canadian standing by the bathroom. "How long have you been here?"

"U-um well I found you around 3 am."

"You've been here since?"

"W-well I went back to my room sometimes but y-yes."

Now Russia felt a little bad, just a little, for being harsh at the boy now, he was just trying to help anyway. "Sit down." he said. Canada stayed a moment and then sat down in the chair.

It was silent while Russia ate. He didn't look at Canada but he could tell the Russian was a bit grateful. When he finished, he shot at look at Canada.

"W-what?" he froze again. Russia sat in silence once more.

"Who are you boy?" He asked.

"Eh!"

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First off, this is influenced by "Giving In" By Artificial. We did talk it over and the author has given me permission to start it like this.

I do not own the characters used in this fan fiction, nor do I own the anime they are from.

And if you didn't figure out what chicki-chicki meant,….. Think bout it and connect it to France. (Hon hon)

Thank you!

Translations:

French:

"mon dieu": My god

"au revoir": Bye

"Bonjour! Qui est ce?": Hello! Who is this!

Russian:

"Что?": What?

"Кто Вы?": Who are you?

"Сестра?": Sister?

"Кто там?": Who is there?

"В ванной комнате?": in the bathroom

"Кто там? В ванной комнате": Who is there? In the bathroom?

"Сестра? Это ты?": Sister? Is that you?

"Украине?": Ukraine?

"Беларусь?": Belarus?

"Кто в ванной? Выходи!": Who is in the bathroom? Come out!

"Da": Yes.

Translations done by google translator!