Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
I also may have some historical things confused... Sorry 'bout that. ^w^;; I'm trying as hard as I can, though.
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Prussia's body jerked sideways violently in his sleep- still strapped down on the gurney- making him fall on the sleeping Russian with the IV following with him.
"'Ад-!* Gilbert!" Russia undid the straps that were binding Prussia to the stretcher- including the attachment from the catheter to the gurney- making him roll onto the bed. He was pale and breathing heavily. Russia slapped his cheeks gently to return color to them. Prussia looked up at the Russian.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Prussia nodded. Russia reached for the endotracheal tube, only to have Prussia moved his head away quickly. "...Was it a dream that caused you to have trouble breathing before?" He guessed. Prussia nodded, with some deep breathing. "Was it the same dream?" Another nod. "Was... Was it about... Your brother?" This time Prussia shook his head slowly.
Russia put the stretcher and IV onto a standing position again. "Are you hurt?" Prussia shook his head. "Good. You're going to sleep a little... Differently than most people usually would." Prussia shook his head, but Russia wasn't paying attention. He was gently pulled out of the bed.
Russia bent the legs closely under the stretcher before lifting it up and onto his bed. "This way, I can keep an eye on you, and you won't have to hurt yourself accidently." He made sure the wheels were bent sideways. "...Or me." He added, muttering.
Prussia shook his head again. As tired as he was, he was not going to sleep again after he attacked his people with the dream.
"Yes. Though the chances are lower now, it would be better to be prepared just in case. This isn't for humiliation this time..." Gilbert's eye twitched. "... It's for your health." Russia led Prussia around the bed with the IV and catheter. "Lay down." Prussia just stared at the stretcher, making Russia sigh in frustration. "I'm tired, and I'm sure you are too. I don't want to use violence right now..."
'That's a lie.' Prussia thought to him self. Then, Prussia suddenly bent over on the bed, gasping for air. He crawled over to the gurney and got into position with Russia's help.
"I'll make a call. Just keep breathing."
That's just what Prussia did... Well, the only thing he could do actually. He was glad that he could this time. He started letting his mind wonder, thinking of anything that didn't have to do with 'that person.'
"Okay, it should be fine now..." Russia yawned. "Do I need to force you to sleep again?" Prussia didn't do anything. Russia sighed. "Very well..." He started looking through his desk again. "I understand you don't want to right now, but it's not good for anyone to not sleep." Russia filled the IV bag with a drug before laying back down on his bed, next to Prussia.
"Are you cold?" Russia asked. The other man shook his head. "That's good. You're not too hot, are you?" Another shake. "Хорошо, хорошо..."* He yawned again. "'Night... Gilbert..." Russia quickly fell back asleep.
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"Lithuania! I want to ask you real quick, before you start working..."
"G-Good morning, Russia. What is it that you want to ask me?" Lithuania started combing his hair while talking.
"If he has them still, do you think it would be a good idea to get Gilbert's tonsils out?"
"Well, um... It's not a bad idea, I don't think. This is because of last night, isn't it?" Russia nodded.
"He said it was caused by a bad dream, which had an effect on his people, causing them to die in some way- probably trying to get over the wall, and having the effect bounce right back to him."
"Did he tell you all of that?"
"No... I figured most of the other things out my self."
"Ah..." Lithuania wasn't surprised.
"So, that will be added to your chores list!"
"Okay, sir." It took awhile for the Lithuanian to figure out that Russia meant calling in for a doctor's appointment.
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"Gilbert! Are you awake yet?" Russia merrily skipped into his room to see a still sleeping German. "Oh well." He looked through his desk to find an empty needle. "Might as well take out that catheter."
After removing the object, he just stared at Prussia's "vital regions" for a second before going for the idea he had. He bent down... Pleasure jolted through the German's body as his eyes snapped open.
Prussia bucked his legs up as much as he could to get Russia's attention. Russia stopped and stood back up. "Good morning." Prussia stared at him angrily while panting. "Let me take care of that..." Russia slowly removed the tube from Prussia's throat.
"Wh-What the he-EL!" Prussia pushed his head back against the pillow when Russia took him again. Prussia's breathing was getting heavy. He still tried his best not to moan or buck his hips. But he also just wanted to get this over with at the same time.
'All be damned if the Russki hasn't done this before. His mouth feels amazing..." His hands balled into tight fists when he came to prevent himself from moaning.
"Don't stab your skin too much with your nails. We wouldn't want you to cut your self so I'd have to waste some vodka for you." Prussia spread his fingers out. White marks where his nails were stabbing soon turned to red, but not bleeding.
"Get me out of this damn thing..." Prussia ordered the Russian.
Russia stood up, licking his lips. "I will, but first, how was your dream?"
"My dream?" It took Prussia a few minutes to think. "I... Can't remember it, actually... I guess it was an okay dream, then?"
"Really? That's good." Russia undid the bonds that were binding Prussia to the gurney. "Now go change. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
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Russia caught Lithuania in the kitchen. "Oh, Liet~!"
"Good morning again, sir." Lithuania said.
"I'm sorry that the time I wanted to spend with you was cut short last night, but I made the guards at the wall promise to severely hurt, instead of kill, any Prussian that tries going past the wall, if possible. So hopefully we won't have to repeat last night."
"I-It's alright... We always have tonight, or... Any night. Forever..." Lithuania added.
"That's very true. In fact, why don't you wait in my room for me after breakfast!"
"'Sounds good, sir."
Breakfast was quiet for the most part. Afterwords Prussia wandered around the house- trying to get familiar with it. Estonia and Latvia took care of cleaning the dishes while Lithuania waited for Russia in the large, red room.
When the Russian did finally walked in, he had the small Latvian clinging to his sleeve. Lithuania's eyes widen.
"I-I thought you wanted to spend time with me alone..."
Russia smirked. "Did I say that? I don't think I did." He looked at the smaller nation, still clinging onto him. "You may sit down on my desk chair to watch, and you better watch every second." He whispered. Latvia did so, bring the chair out and turned to the bed. He was shaking and his cheeks were a little flushed.
Russia crawled over the Lithuanian, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I'm not stupid. I know what you've been trying to do to avoid having Latvia under me instead of you. So now, I'll give you what you want, with him watching."
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Translations*
"Ад" - "The hell" (Or literally just "hell." I got the same thing for all variations.)
"Хорошо, хорошо" - "Good, good".