Russia had fallen asleep in the car. Canada had never seen Russia look so tired.
…
When they stepped inside, the first thing Russia did was burst out crying. Canada wasn't surprised. Russia had gone through a rough night.
Russia looked at Canada. He looked so scared. It looked like he was pleading for something.
To feel OK again, maybe.
Russia wrapped Canada in a tight embrace, Russia had now put his full weight on Canada.
It was a lot, but Canada knew that Russia needed him.
"It'll all be okay." Canada comforted as he rubbed Russia's back.
"I- I really need to sleep…"
Russia sobbed, finally leaving the embrace. Canada held his arm around Russia's back, walking with him to his room.
"You're okay." Canada comforted. "It's.. It's okay to cry." Canada whispered.
"I feel.. So.. So tired…" Russia sobbed.
"You're burnt out. You just need to take a break." Canada assured.
Russia took his suit and pants off, showing a tank top and boxers underneath. Both of which he didn't care about Canada seeing him in. It was pretty much shorts and a tank top.
Russia sat on his bed, Canada took his sheet and wrapped it around him. "You need to sleep. Like- Really badly…" Canada instructed.
"I love you, Canada." Russia was so tired, it was almost painful. He just wanted to sleep.
"I love you too, Russia."
Canada made his way to the door, just about to leave- Until Russia spoke again.
"Canada…?" Russia whispered quietly, just barely loud enough for Canada to hear.
"Hmm?" Canada cooed in response to Russia, pausing in the doorway- The light from the living room leaking into Russia's room.
"Stay with me, please…?" Russia averted his gaze from Canada, looking shy. Quite out of character for him.
Russia didn't really want to admit it, but it hurt when that warmth of Canada's hug had left him. That feeling of being alone filled his mind once again. He had deprived himself of the physical intimacy for too long, and now he craved it.
Canada did not bother to say anything before turning back towards Russia's bed, crawling into the queen-sized sleeping space. Russia rolled over in his blankets, making more room for Canada, his knees clenched tightly to his chest.
Canada snuggled up close to Russia, his chest pressed against Russia's back. He slowly and gently put his hands onto Russia's shoulders, and slowly moved them down his scarred arms, eventually ending up with Russia's hands and his intertwined.
It must have looked quite funny. Canada, Who was quite a bit shorter than Russia- Acting as the big spoon. His chin resting on Russia's shoulder. He gently massaged Russia's hands.
"Russia…" Canada's melodic voice whispered into Russia's ear.
"You are my favorite person in this entire world… And I love you. So, so much…"
Russia felt a shock go through his body as he exhaled a breath he never knew he was holding. He let his eyes fall shut, basking in the feeling of Canada's chest pressed against him, and Canada's head resting on his shoulder.
"Canada… Tell me it's all going to be okay.."
"Everything is going to work out, and I'll help you…" Canada gently squeezed Russia's hand, a comforting gesture.
Russia drifted to sleep, the warm feeling of Canada's breath hot on his neck. Canada's mind was racing, however. He was still being a faithful big spoon to Russia. Canada knew that feeling of just needing comfort, and he needed Russia to have that.
That's what Russia craved, he could tell by how desperate he had seemed when he said those words…
"Canada, Stay with me… Please?"
Those words rang through his ears, his heart skipped a beat everytime he thought of it.
I'm… Feeling something… I just don't know what it is.
Canada couldn't even describe the feeling, honestly. But he knew that he loved it, he silently begged for the moment to never end.