Chapter 6: Unexpected Outburst

Russia awoke to a knock at his bedroom door, he drowsily opened his eyes and looked around his dark, messy room.

"Mmmph- Yes…?" Russia answered to the knock.

Canada slowly creaked the door open and entered his room, a grocery bag in each hand. Canada put the bags down on the bed and sat on the end.

Russia propped himself up with his pillow, his muscular yet lean form showing well under his tank top. He rubbed his eyes drowsily.

"I- Uh- I saw we were low on food.. So I went grocery shopping for us…" Canada seemed shy, he always got like this when Russia seemed even remotely grumpy.

Russia simply nodded.

"I- Have you eaten at all?" Canada sincerely questioned him.

"Uh.. Not- Not yet." Russia admitted.

It wasn't the first time Canada had had to ask this question, Canada had honestly always had to remind- Or force- Russia to eat. Ever since they started sharing a dorm.

"What do you want to eat..?" Canada shyly asked.

"Vodka." Russia answered simply as he averted his gaze from Canada.

"Russia, stop. Please don't do this to me." Canada pleaded to him. Russia rolled his eyes as he reached for a cigarette from his bedside table.

Canada grabbed his wrist before he could reach it.

"Not until you eat." Canada snatched the entire package from the table.

Russia was so tired. He just wanted to have a smoke.

"Fine. Just go make whatever fucking trashy shit you want to.. And get out of my room."

Canada looked hurt. "Okay.. Is sausage good…?" Canada meekly asked. As he was heading for the exit.

"I said get the FUCK out of my room!" Russia shouted. He didn't know why he was so annoyed. Canada was just looking after him. Russia flipped him off as he watched Canada leave.

Russia didn't feel bad. He just wanted to be left alone.

Canada was terrified of Russia right now. He didn't know what he did to upset Russia so much. He was just trying to help him.

Canada let the silent tears stream down his face as he started to cook the maple sausage he had bought. Is he drunk again…? Canada thought to himself. He seemed sober until he got angry.. Canada reasoned with himself.

Besides, He's really smart. He would know he shouldn't get drunk when he's already on a massive hangover. He's probably just grumpy.

…

Canada's sausages were done. He set a plate of them on a lunch tray, he also poured a cup of water with ice and set it on the tray with the sausages, along with a small amount of doritos. Canada was hoping Russia would like it.

Canada carefully brought it to Russia's dark room. He knocked on the door.

"Come in." Russia grumbled.

Canada entered with a smile, presenting the food tray to Russia.

Russia said nothing, he simply took the tray and looked away. Canada couldn't help but feel disappointed. He thought the tray looked very good.

Canada didn't hide his disappointed look. He was too genuine of a person to do that. He headed to the door, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I love you, Canada." Russia commented right before Canada could reach the exit. He felt bad at being so sour towards Canada if he were being honest.

"I- Uh- Love you too, Russia. Goodnight!" Canada responded meekly.

Canada glanced back at Russia one last time. He stared at the cuts on his arms again. It scared him, what Russia had done to himself.

"Come here, Russia…" Canada suddenly said.

Russia looked confused.

"We need to put peroxide on your cuts…" Canada insisted.

Russia hated that he was being reminded of his cuts, but he listened to Canada. He knew Canada was right. They had been infected before.

He followed Canada to the bathroom.

…

"I'm sorry if it stings…" Canada apologized right before he poured the substance onto Russia's left arm cuts. It stung. Alot.

Russia didn't show it, though.

Then the same for his right arm.

"I.. Have some on my legs too.." Russia hauled his leg up over the sink and pulled his pant leg up, revealing even more scratches. They looked even worse.

"God, Russia… You really did all this?" Canada looked sad.

Russia said nothing as Canada poured the peroxide all over his lower legs and ankles.

Russia looked embarrassed.

"Thank you, Canada.." Russia thanked the other country. Canada smiled.

As Canada walked away, Russia couldn't help but think; He's so cute…