Chapter 5: Sick Day
It was Monday now, but Russia wasn't at school. He was in their dorm by himself, sitting in bed. He had a fever now, caused by the hangover from the day prior.
He hadn't wanted to have to stay home. He didn't want the other students to see him as weak for being ill. But Canada had insisted.
He had to admit though, he was happy he could just rest. But he missed Canada while he was at school. He felt like complete and utter shit. He wouldn't be drinking today, that's for sure. if he could help it, that is.
He needed a good smoke and a cold bath. That's what he needed. That sounded so nice to him at the moment. He grabbed the package of cigarettes off of his bedside table and headed to the bathroom.
All he had to do was light his cigarette and take off his boxers, since that was all he had been wearing. He felt so hot.
Russia quickly got the cold water running. He couldn't believe how hot he felt. He didn't know it was even possible to feel like this. He was so hot.
It felt like he was on fire.
Russia quickly hopped into the cold water. The tub wasn't fully filled, but he didn't care. He needed to get in the water. He stepped in. He clenched his cigarette between his teeth as he lowered himself in.
"Fuuuuuck that's cold…!" He drawled with pleasure as he fully submerged himself in the ice cold water. It felt incredible against his hot skin.
He relaxed in the tub, he let his head fall back onto the edge of the tub as he smoked.
He wasn't going to wash himself, or wash his hair. He just needed to be in the cold water for a minute and relax. He wished he was drunk.
It was so much easier when he was drunk. Everything felt so much more pleasant. So much nicer. He could just forget about everything
But no, He couldn't get drunk yet. He already had a horrible hangover. He didn't want to do anymore damage.
…
He got out of the tub slowly, he was tired. He wanted to take a nap. He took his Cigarette out of his mouth between his pointer and middle finger as he set it down on the edge of the sink.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his room to change.
He had changed into simply a tanktop and shorts. He was glad Canada knew about his… Problem now. He didn't have to wear long sleeves and long pants all the time.
It had been hard for him, even if it had only been a day since he had gotten drunk- It was… Hard. Not to drink, and not to cut himself. He had to though.
For Canada.
Russia got in bed and wrapped himself in his stained sheets. He would have to tidy up his room soon. It was unsanitary at this point.
He laid his head down on his pillow and tried to rest. It felt good to just rest.
He felt… Normal, for a moment.
He knew he wasn't normal. He was Anti-Social, he had depression.. He was aggressive, He cut himself, he got drunk all the time, he couldn't stop smoking… And he was overly horny, especially when he was drunk.
Those aren't normal things, right?
Russia tried to forget about his problems. He soon drifted into a deep sleep.