Chapter 4: Hungover

It was the morning following the shit that had happened at the bar. Russia had woken up incredibly hungover and sore. He regretted what he had done the night before.

Especially in Canada's car.

Russia felt shitty. It was one of the worst hangovers he'd ever had. He had a headache, and felt like he was going to throw up from the moment he had gotten out of bed.

He headed into their living room. He didn't even feel like he could handle a smoke, how hungover he was. He felt nauseous, and hot. It felt like his skin was on fire. His muscles felt weak.

Canada was watching TV on the couch, enjoying the last day of the weekend.

Russia tried to ignore his hangover and sit next to Canada, he was planning on apologizing about last night.

Canada glanced at him for a moment. He looked like shit.

"I'm so sorry, Russia. You must feel horrible."

He was apologizing to Russia? About RUSSIA'S hangover?

That's Canada for you.

"I-" Russia started to Canada, but then felt a sudden nagging in his stomach. He needed to throw up. Now.

Russia hurriedly scrambled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Canada still sat at the couch, surprised ast Russia's sudden bolt for the bathroom. Canada could hear Russia gagging, gagging and panting.

Canada's 'Mother hen' Instincts kicked in as he went to the kitchen hurriedly and got a clean glass of water for Russia, and hurried back to the bathroom.

Russia was kneeling over the open toilet, gagging. He looked like complete shit. Russia was still wearing the fancy suit from yesterday. He hadn't bothered to change.

Canada had to admire his beautiful figure in the suit. Russia had always cleaned up very nicely.

Russia panted. He was sweating. Canada pulled his suit down a bit and felt the back of Russia's neck with the back of his hand. He was burning.

"Russia, Is it okay if I take your suit off? You're burning hot." Canada calmly asked

"I- Su-Sure-" Russia heaved, still trying to get the last bit of vomit up. Canada started removing the black coat of his suit, leaving the undershirt on.

Russia was glad it was still a long-sleeve.

Canada patted his back, trying to comfort him. Russia finally finished throwing up, still panting and sweating. Canada offered him the glass of water he had gotten.

"Don't swallow it, just rinse your mouth." Russia nodded, honestly embarrassed he was being taken care of. He took the glass and began to rinse his mouth. He spit the water out after a bit. He was still burning hot.

He took his tie off and unbuttoned his white button up shirt around 3 buttons. He filled the glass up again, but drank it this time. Canada wrapped his arm around Russia's back in an attempt to comfort him.

And that was when Russia broke.

All of a sudden, Russia was crying. Hard. Sobbing. His head was held in his hands, hovering over the sink.

Russia couldn't pretend everything was fine anymore. He had to have somebody to talk to. Because it wasn't all fine.

"You're okay.. I'm sorry you feel so sick…" Canada comforted, confused at Russia's sudden outburst.

"I'm not okay!" Russia sobbed, his head falling lower into his hands as Canada continued to rub his back.

"I- I don't know what to do, Canada!"

"What do you mean?" Canada replied, completely blinded by innocence. Russia was glad that Canada did not have to grow up as fast as he did.

Russia slid one of the sleeves to his shirt up.

"I cant STOP!" Russia covered his eyes, trying to stop the tears rolling down his face.

Canada gasped at the sight. There were so many cuts. They littered all the way up Russia's arms. Small but deep. All the way up. The ones at the top looked better, but the ones further down were much worse.

"Oh my god! Russia!" Canada screamed "What did you do to yourself!?"

"I- I don't know how to stop…" Russia mumbled.

"W-What else have you been keeping from me!?" Canada sounded like he was accusing Russia of something.

"Excuse me?!" Russia replied, still crying.

"I-Im sorry. We'll get through this though, Russia."

Russia looked at Canada, into his light brown eyes. Canada looked horrified. Russia had never realized how terrified he made Canada.

"Please promise me you'll stop hurting yourself." Canada looked sincere.

Russia Looked him in the eyes again, also looking terrified at the thought of having to stop.

"I'll try." Russia replied seriously. And with that, Canada nodded at him and brought Russia to his room. Canada wrapped a blanket around Russia and left him without a word. And so Canada went to make some soup for him. Canada couldn't stop thinking about him.