Canada slowly regained his consciousness, his hands still intertwined with Russia's. rays of sunlight that had escaped the curtains sprawled across the room. He slowly opened his eyes to the sight of Russia's fluffy white hair.
He slowly unwrapped his fingers from the sleeping man's hands and propped himself up, lying his soft white pillow behind his neck as he glanced around the room. Memories from the night prior came flooding back.
He glanced back to Russia's sleeping form, watching the rise and fall of the man's chest.
Canada smiled at him, thankful that it was a saturday, he didn't think that he would be able to bring himself to wake the other country. He looked so peaceful lying there like that.
Canada felt his heart melt a little as Russia shivered a bit from the sudden loss of contact and warmth from Canada moving away from him. The usually intimidating and grumpy Russia just looked so cute!
Canada lied back down and spooned Russia again, nuzzling his face into the crook of Russia's neck and gently taking ahold of the other country's hands once again.
Russia had obviously felt this, as he took a deep sigh and yawned, slowly opening his eyes.
"Mmmph…" Russia groaned, his stiff muscles aching as he moved.
"How are you feeling…?" Canada rubbed Russia's hand once again, trying to soothe him.
Canada knew that Russia had never been a big fan of being taken care of, or worried about- But based on what had happened last night, Canada knew that Russia needed it.
"I'm.. Okay…" Russia frowned, feeling the pulsing migraine that he had found himself with.
He assumed it was probably caused by the alcohol from last night, or maybe from how much he smoked, either that or stress. Maybe all 3 combined.
Russia sighed.
"Thank you for being here…" He tried to relax. It was a saturday- Afterall.
"Do you want anything to eat…?" Canada moved his arms to wrap around Russia's shoulders in the front, massaging him as he felt Russia relax.
"No thank you, Canada~" Russia melted into the feeling of Canada's warmth.
Canada simply cooed in response and continued to massage Russia, he was honestly relieved that Russia was letting this happen. He had worried about his roommate. Alot.
There had been times where Russia had just stayed in his room all day without a word, and Canada remembered how scared that had always gotten him, he would never know if Russia might just… Break, at some point.
Russia letting himself be intimate with somebody like this would be good for him.
"Canada, am I a burden right now…?"
The words had caught him off guard, a burden?
"W-What? Absolutely not! R-Russia- Why would you think that…!?" Canada paused in the massage for a moment, flabbergasted.
"I-I just don't want you to feel like you have to take care of me…" Russia mumbled, frowning again.
"Russia…" Canada squeezed his partner tight.
"I need you to know that there is nothing that I would rather be doing right now than lying here in bed with you…"
Canada felt Russia's body heave as he began to silently sob.
"Hey…" Canada pressed his lips against Russia's neck, leaving a small, simple peck. It sent a jolt of electricity down Russia's spine.
The first real establishment of their relationship.
"I love you so much…" Canada cooed into Russia's ear. His warm, light breath spreading across Russia's neck.
"Mmmph.." Russia's breathing slowed, his sobbing being stifled slightly. His lips curled up into a slight smile.
"You are never a burden. You need to let yourself be intimate. I think that you've neglected yourself from that love and physical intimacy that we, as people- need. and… And now that you're finally getting it- You feel like it's wrong." Canada continued to massage his partner.
"You should be a fucking therapist…" Russia let himself relax into the massage once more, burrowing his head into his pillow in an attempt to wipe his tears.
Canada chuckled at the remark, moving his hands down Russia's stomach as he continued the massage.
"Fuuuuck that feels good~" Russia drawled with pleasure as Canada massaged his lower-back, letting his eyes drop closed.
"Mmph~ What time is it, by the way?" Russia fluttered his eyes open once more, glancing around in search of his phone.
Canada plucked his phone off of Russia's bedside table quickly. "Mm, It's like 10:30 right now." Canada plopped the phone down beside him once more.
"So… Would you judge me if I-'' Russia was interrupted by an intrusive yawn. "If I went back to sleep…?" Russia finished.
"Of course not, that's actually what I was about to tell you." Russia smiled slightly at Canada, closing his eyes once again as Canada slid his tank-top off, continuing to massage his bare skin.
"I love you…" Russia whispered, drifting off quickly once more.