To The Krystal Cat. Her/His headcanon: Russia/China.
AH! THE FLUFFINESS!
-RMS
"Ah, why did this have to happen to me, aru!?" The sickened Chinese man wailed out despairingly as he checked his fever, only to see that the number had rose. China sat back in his bed with a huff. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it have been Opium or even America! (China, even in his ailing state, chuckled at the picture of America in his place. That idiot still owed him money!)
China sighed as snuggled back into his comforter, hugging his stuffed panda close to his chest. He felt both hot and cold and tried to solve that problem earlier by wearing a white tank top with his red pajama pants and sleeping on top of his blanket, but with his huge panda to keep his upper body warm. Not to mention he had to take his hair down because of the heat radiating off the back of his neck, so it splayed out behind him, the dark brown whipping out like a tail.
Slowly China was drifting off to sleep when a sharp knock at the door woke him. China let out an angered wail, which alerted the 'guest' to where he was. Of course, any sane person would back away slowly from the horrible Mandarin and Cantonese curses China shouted out in his fit of rage at being woken up. (Jeez, doesn't anybody know to not wake up a sick person, especially when they didn't even get to sleep?!)
But, that would only apply to a sane person. And, please, who do you think would just randomly show up at Chinas' house?
When China himself saw who it was through his blurry, golden eyes, China let out another angry howl at who decided it was such a brilliant idea to come bother him. The hulking mass of the man peered down with his bright, child light violent eyes, taking in the sight of the much smaller, ill man.
Russia continued to stare at the form of China as a gleeful smile broke out upon his face. China returned the smile with a frown which didn't spoil the moment for Russia as Chinas' frown turned into a pout, and with his puffed up cheeks blazing red, his little pink nose, and teary eyes, the only thing Russia saw at the moment was the cutest thing ever.
Before Russia could do anything, however, China spoke. "If you're going to be here, aru, at least make yourself useful!" Russia blinked at the command and tilted his head in confusion. Again, before he could speak, China beat him to it. "I'm hungry, aru! So stop staring at me like I'm freak and help me feel better! You did just walk into my house uninvited, aru!" Russia was taken aback, but considering Yao-Yao's flushed face yet pale complexion, Russia went in search of something for China to eat. While Russia was doing what he was told, China could help but give in to the wave of fatigue that seemed insistent of dragging him under since it missed its' chance earlier.
When Russia came back, hopefully with something China liked and could stomach, he found the brown haired man asleep. Russia let a rumbling laugh echo through with chest and the room itself, carefully bending over to put the steaming dish next to China on the nightstand.
Russia looked back at China, slowly moving in closer and closer to the Chinese mans' face unconsciously. Russia always wished to wake his Yao-Yao up with a kiss, though those fantasies included both of them in bed, it being morning, and China actually consenting to the kiss when he woke up. Sick or not, consent or not, Russia wanted his kiss.
It was a feather light touch of lips, a slow puff of warm air, only lasting a second long.
Yet, before Russia had his chance to move away, he felt China wake with a start. Russia didn't move from his place hovering over China, their lips still pressed sweetly together, and he thanked his lucky stars he did not. Hesitantly, China had wound his arms around the Russians' neck, over his ever-present scarf, only for his slender fingers to pull lightly at Russia's silver hair.
Together they broke apart and just looked at the other. And for once, Russia's smile was returned.