I love Russia~ He's so cute~! He's so cute~! I love him to bits, he's so cute~! You have no idea how much I adore his character. Any place that he shows up in the Hetalia comics/anime, I'm always spazzing because my mind just can't handle how freakin' cute he is. He's got the same cuteness level as chibitalia in my mind, and that's cute enough to make your brain overload and break down. I hope my enthusiam is able to be seen in this chapter~
Gaaahaahahahahah! He's SO CUTE! :3
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Russia groaned slightly as he slowly floated back into consciousness. Why did his head feel so fuzzy? And why did he feel so warm? Russia sighed with happiness when he realized that although his head was feeling a little fuzzy, he was the most comfortable he'd been in a very long time. Where was he anyway? Probably with Lithuania if he was this happy! Russia blushed and smiled. Russia realized he was probably dreaming now, but it was so nice he couldn't really help it.

However, when Russia heard the opening of a sliding door, he frowned and opened his eyes. Who would be...? Russia squinted as the world was brought back into focus and he stiffened when he realized he was in a room he did not recognize and that there were three people whispering by the opening of a set of glass doors.

Russia's eyes widened when his memory finally managed to catch up with him. That man, the doctor! Russia groaned in his head when he realized that his heart probably tried to escape again and unfortunately it had happened in front of one of America's citizens. One that was also a doctor. That made him one of the most annoying people on earth, in Russia's mind. The other nations knew about his little body quirk and they knew to ignore it, but now Russia was in trouble. He couldn't exactly say 'oh, it just pops out on me sometimes, nothing to worry about!' this time. Not only was he in the presence of doctors, but they were GOOD doctors, if America's bragging was anything to go by.

One of the doctors, the blonde one, turned to him and smiled when he saw that he was awake. Russia's eyes narrowed slightly with suspiscion. What were they planning? The blonde one grabbed a folding chair that had been leaning against a wall and set it down next to Russia's bedside. The other two made themselves busy with some things on a cart, although they were giving the the large nation and the blonde doctor looks from the corners of their eyes.

"Ivan? Ivan Braginski?" the blonde asked tentatively. Russia shifted his eyes from the other two doctors to the one next to him and gave him a slight nod. The blonde smiled again. He was getting tired of that.

"Um, privyet!" he said suddenly as he looked down at his clipboard. "Ja - Dоktоr, um, Меnja zovut Robert Chase-errr..."

Russia winced as heard his beautiful language being butchered. Apparently this one wasn't American. If Russia had to take a guess he would say that he was Austrailian, but the man's accent was shifting quite a bit as he tried, badly, to talk to him in Russian. The larger blonde sighed and shifted his body into a position that was more upright. Chase looked worried when he realized what he was trying to do and he attempted to push him back down.

"Stop," Russia said, his tone clearly expressing his annoyance. Chase jumped slightly at this and sat back down in his chair as it became clear that their patient wasn't going to hurt himself.

"You can speak English?" Chase asked hopefully. Russia sighed again, why did he feel so exhausted? This wasn't like him...

"Yes," Russia said dryly, giving the man an equally dry look. "Much better than you can speak Russian, at the very least."

Russia's accent was practically non-existent, due more to the number of years he had been using the language than any dedication he had to learning it.

"Oh, well..." the Austrailian, which was now very obvious, muttered before he coughed and turned his attention back to his clipboard.

"You're in Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital at the moment. You were found by one of our doctors this morning after you passed out in a nearby park and you were rushed to the emergency room. Do you remember any of this?"

Russia's eyes squinted in concentration as he called upon his memory to remake the day's morning.

"Yes, the doctor? His name is Dr. Wilson, da?" Russia looked at the blonde for confirmation. Chase nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, the EMT's and Dr. Wilson say that you were in great pain and that you were bleeding from an opening in your chest. You're also suffering from a dramatic decrease in body temperature, that's why we've got so many heating blankets on you." He pointed at the large mound of cloth that was almost smothering the nation. Russia looked down and realized that was why he felt so warm. He didn't really mind that, but what he did mind was the flimsy hospital gown that someone had put on him. Russia blushed when he realized he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Where are my clothes?" Russia asked.

"They probably had blood on them," Chase replied. "The hospital's probably cleaning them for you, but anything that was clean was probably put into one of these cabinets."

Chase got up and went to the other side of his bed to open up some of the cabinets that were lined up along the wall.

"Aha! Here we go," Chase exclaimed as he pulled out a pair of boots and a pile of clothes. "It looks like they just took your shirt and your jacket. The rest of your stuff looks fine."

"Um," Russia began, looking shy. The three doctors were kind of dumbfounded to see such a large looking man look so childish, although surprisingly it fit him. "Is-is my scarf there?"

Chase blinked and looked down at the pile of clothes again. He saw some beige fringe peeking out from the bottom.

"Yeah, is this it?" Chase pulled the long scarf out for him to see. Russia beamed and he nodded happily.

"Da!"

Russia pulled an arm out to the surface and Chase placed it in the outstretched hand. Russia hummed cheerfully as he wrapped it around his neck and sighed in contentment. He felt a lot more comfortable now. Between the painkillers, the warmth, and his reunion with his scarf, the hospital was looking like a better place to spend his week than at the world meeting which was sure to be hell.

Chase shook his head and sat back down in the folding chair. It looked like Cameron and Foreman were done with their prepping and were just waiting for him to finish (or begin, really) questioning their newest patient.

"Alright," Chase started as he grabbed his clipboard again. "So, Ivan, we need some information on your medical history and also on your family's medical history. Anything can be helpful so please be honest with us."

Ivan narrowed his eyes when this new topic began. Perhaps it wasn't such a great idea to stay here, but it looked like he would have to play along for now.

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I'm sorry that this is such a lame update and that nothing really happened, but I have to do some research on hospital procedures so that the authenticity stays intact. I'm obsessed with authenticity, you guys have no idea. It kind of annoys me that I can't seem to get Chase's voice down very well now that I think about it, but what can you do?
Hope you liked this chapter and I'll try to update again soon!