When America had fallen asleep in Russia's arms and was returned to the comfort of his bed, England figured he was going to have to wait before he could try out another attempt to improve the young nation's condition. He couldn't help but be disappointed in himself by the fact that he'd even considered touching the feral nation, when as he contemplated the situation at hand, he he grew aware of the fact that it should've been obvious to him his former colony was not going to trust humans, after being mistreated by them. He believed if he had been more careful about considering the idea of reaching out his hand towards America, the young nation wouldn't have ended up attacking them in the first place. Instead, he should've been more considerate towards his space, and let his ex-colony approach him first when he was ready to do so, as he and Matthew were not strong enough to force him to do anything. At least if they had the strength, they would've been able to teach the young nation that it wasn't okay for him to attack them, and perhaps even help him figure out, after a while of not being harmed by the power keeping him from harming others, that the people who wielded such strength were not there to hurt him.
Instead, it was all because of his poor judgement they were now relying on Russia to be the one to, hopefully, teach America not to be so vicious; while at the same time showing him that no one was there to hurt him. England hoped the not-so-trustworthy nation would go through with his promise and not harm his former colony. It was because of his desperation that the Russian now shared the same objective as him and Canada. As England continued to ponder his decision about letting Russia help them out, he was only able to find more and more flaws with his choice. His main concern was whether or not the 'cruel' nation would even care for the consequences of conquering America. England wasn't even sure if he would be able to do anything if Russia decided he was going to take over the young nation. What if there wasn't anything any of the other nation could do either, or what if they chose not to help; despite possibly being next on his list of nations to dominate?
Morning had come when England figured America was going to awaken from his deep slumber soon. Which was why he set to make something easy to stomach for his former colony to eat while Canada kept an eye on the sleeping nation. He wasn't exactly sure how long it had been since the skinny nation had last eaten, but based on how thin he appeared to be, he didn't want to risk giving him something too heavy. Which was why he believed a smoothie would be the best thing for him to make (much to the relief of Canada, who secretly worried about if the Brit had tried to prepare a food more complicated than that, it would've resulted in him somehow poisoning the starved American). England figured a smoothie would provide America with a large variety of nutrients, while at the same time be very tasty to him, as he figured his former colony would prefer a meal that tasted sweet over something such as broth. Besides, it would be easy for him to slip in some extra protein. He'd asked Canada to buy some powdered amino acids, and he'd brought back a container of the type which was chocolate flavored. He was aware of the fact that his former colony loved chocolate, so he didn't believe there would be any problem trying to help America gain some weight with the amino acid supplements.
When he was finished making the smoothie, he approached Russia with a task. Apprehension fluttered around in his gut and chest; it was true the Russian had not caused America any harm, but he was still sort of frightened of him. The regret he had for letting the scary nation help them with their situation only made things worse. Sure, one would probably say he could make an excuse for why they 'wouldn't need' him anymore, but that would be a silly mistake to make. Who else was strong enough to try and stop the American if he chose to attack them? Besides, England figured the other nation would only become stubborn and insist on staying and helping America out no matter what he said. He believed Russia was the type of person who would do something if they wanted to no matter what, as he couldn't remember a single time, as long as he'd known the Russian, where the nation would listen if he was told to do something he didn't want to do. Sure, this probably stemmed from the fact that no one dared to demand anything from him, as far as he was aware, but he'd rather not try it anyways.
England almost jumped when he found Russia conveniently standing at the doorway of the kitchen (and he was sure if he hadn't had the discipline to refrain from doing so, he would've spilt the smoothie). He tried to keep the shock and apprehension out of his voice as he spoke, "Oh hello, Russia. Since you happen to be conveniently here right now, do you think you could give this to Alfred? And maybe make sure that he drinks some of it if he wakes up?"
England felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end when he witnessed a smile decorate Ivan's expression. The 'creepy' nation grabbed the cup out of the Brit's hand as he replied, "I would be happy to."
He gazed at Russia, as the other happily strode away from the doorway and in the direction where America's room happened to be. England waited until the intimidating nation was out of ear shot, before he deemed it safe to seek Canada's presence. He was going to need the Canadian's unintentional tendency to metaphorically be invisible almost all the time; if he wanted to be able to determine whether or not the Russian had any integrity, without him growing suspicious of the two. Fortunately, it didn't take too long for him to find the much needed nation. When he did catch sight of him, he told him in a low voice, in case Russia had a superb ability to overhear a normal, conversational tone of voice from the other end of the house, "Matthew, I need you to do something for me. It's very important."
Canada asked in an equally quiet voice, "What?"
"I want you to go upstairs and make sure that Russia isn't doing anything to hurt Alfred. Make sure that you don't get caught doing this, though. We don't need Russia to become suspicious and think that we don't trust him. Not that such an assumption would be a complete lie."
"Okay, I'll try to not get caught then."
Canada silently walked upstairs to where America's room was, so he could watch Russia; making sure to hold a small stack of books in his arms, so when Russia left the bedroom, he could pretend he was carrying them to his own room, and that happened to be passing by right when the Russian exited the room by a mere coincidence. He stood next to the doorway and peeked through the thin gab near the hinges that allowed the door to move against the wall, as the door was already partially closed, and he figured this would be the best way to avoid discovery, while at the same time, have a decent view of what was going on in the room.
Meanwhile, as soon as Russia was next to the young nation's bed, he set the smoothie down on the nightstand, and gently rubbed his hand against America's cheek, in order to wake him up. It did take him a few moments to achieve this, but soon enough, America's eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, the American appeared to be completely out of it. However, it wasn't long before he grew more aware of his surroundings. He could immediately recognize the blurry figure in front of him. It was the human who was able to restrain him with ease; despite all his best efforts to try and break free of his arms. Rage and fear flooded through out America's body, making him tremble. He was sure this human only wanted to torment him. All because he'd figured out he was able to do so with ease.
When America had the energy to do so, he swatted Russia's hand away, and attempted to crawl away from him as quickly as he could on the bed. Russia would've let the young nation be and wait until he calmed down before even daring to do anything with him again; if it wasn't for the fact that he was moving around blindly and was at risk of hurting himself because of that. Which was why he immediately tried to stop America from violently flailing around in his blankets, which he was completely tangled up in, and trying to crawl off of the bed.
It wasn't at all shocking to Russia that the feral nation ended up freaking out even more when he tried to stop him from flailing around so much. Though, it wasn't as if he was pinning his arms to the bed or anything. He only hoped holding him in a gentle, yet firm hug would help him relax a bit. Besides, if he could manage to somehow make the young nation stay still for a few minutes, he would be able to help him untangle his legs from the blankets, so he wouldn't be so restrained.
Even if America had been trying everything he could to escape from Russia's presence, let alone his arms, he'd eventually come to terms with the fact that it was doing him no good, and had given up after ten minutes of non-stop struggling. Instead, he settled for curling up on himself, due to how frightened he was because of how hopeless he believed his situation truly was, and tried his best to keep his breathing under control before he ended up hyperventilating (even if he had forgotten about many scientific and medical concepts, due to his memory loss, there were still some things he understood based on instinct, and personal experience, and one of those things happened to be the fact that panic attacks would only leave him feeling weak and exhausted).
Since the young nation was no longer wiggling around in his arms, Russia figured it would now be a great idea for him to loosen the blankets that were restraining America's legs, as he was no longer worried about being kicked. America stayed still and silent throughout the process, as if he was expecting something horrible to happen to him, since he was unable to fight for his freedom. The Russian frowned at the effort the young nation was putting into preventing himself from having a panic attack. It appeared to be taking all his mental strength to focus on that one goal. However, Russia believed it was best not to dwell on that too much. What would he even be able to do to try and make it better? America was far from trusting him, and based on the fact that he'd had his memory wiped, and had shown no signs of understanding anything he told him, while not uttering a single word the whole time he was around him (Russia was of the fact that the American would've let out at least a few words by now, even if he was terrified), he didn't even believe the nation knew any languages in his current state. Besides, he couldn't leave America alone. The nation still needed to be fed, and he was going to have to become used to be around other people. Isolating him would only enable his fear for humans, though it wasn't as if he, England, and Canada planned on forcing him into a crowd of people at any random time. That would be much too overwhelming for America. Instead, they figured it would be best if he only hung around one person at a time, and that they didn't make the interactions last for too long until he was ready to be around someone he bonded with for hours on end. Maybe even until he begged for the company; if he ever did end up wanting it.
Figuring that, despite his fear, America must have been famished at the moment, since he hadn't eaten anything the entire time he was at his house, Russia picked up the cup of smoothie from the night stand and offered it to the scared nation. However, when it didn't appear as if he was going to take the cup from his hand, the Russian figured he was too scared to want to move, and so he listed the cup up to the young nation's lips instead. This snapped him out of his petrified daze, as America moved his head in any direction he could, in order to avoid the food being offered to him. He wasn't notified of what the human could've put in there, and he didn't want to find out what any questionable substance he believed the smoothie might have contained would do to him if he consumed it.
Russia didn't try to force the young nation to drink the smoothie, but instead, waited until he was ready to consume it on his own time. The American couldn't just avoid food forever. He was aware of America's hunger, his need for food, and the fact that it appeared as if the scientists only fed him enough to keep him alive (not that he would die if he 'starved to death' but they probably wouldn't have much of an incentive for experimenting on him if he was in a coma, since they were sadistic enough to want to view how he'd react while he was conscious through each of their cruel procedures) was going to make him eat something eventually. Sure enough, it appeared as if Russia's prediction about the young nation's hunger getting the best of him was right, as soon enough, he was drinking the smoothie. He may have had his memory wiped and had been traumatized to the point of mistrusting humans, but Russia figured America was at least smart enough to become aware, at some point, that no matter where the food came from, he was going to have to eat in order to, hopefully, stay alive and healthy. Where else would the young nation search for food, other than from the company of a human? Though he only recognized humans for being cruel, they had been the only thing that ever provided him with food.
America couldn't help but relax a bit as he continued to drink the strange substance (though of course, he would never let his guard down). He'd never tasted something so delicious. Nor did he ever consume a substance with such an interesting appearance. The food he was used to eating had a flavor that was not too memorable to him, and if someone who actually had some real food in their life were to examine and taste the food America used to receive from the scientists, they would probably question whether or not the bland 'sustenance' was even edible. In some cases, it actually wasn't. Some of the 'food' America was fed had actually contained substances that would poison and kill any human without fail, but of course, the scientists's morbid curiosity would make them interested in how the substance would affect America. They found it incredibly amusing when the poor nation coughed up blood from one of the deadly substances. As well as when he had a seizure.
It was when America gagged on the smoothie that Russia moved the cup away from him and rubbed the nation's back. The young nation was over his gagging fit in a matter of seconds, but panicked when the cup was taken away from him. He didn't care if his stomach was now uncomfortably full, he had to make sure he finished the rest of the smoothie. He didn't know when his next meal was going to come!
Russia picked up on the panic right away and glanced over at the cup. He understood where America's fear was coming from. Based on personal experience, he knew he would've tried his best to consume any food he could while he was starving. If food was taken away from him during those times, he would've been horrified, and think about how long it might be until his next meal would come around, and if he would make it while he waited. At the same time, though, he didn't want to risk making America sick and give him stomach cramps from over feeding him. Which was why he studied the cup to determine whether or not he should let the young nation have the rest of the smoothie. When he found there was not much left of it anyways, he figured there would be no harm in letting America have the rest of it and gave it back to him.
America stopped struggling in his futile attempt to reach for the cup, and became much more relaxed (though he was still giving Russia a mistrusting glare as he drank the smoothie). When he finished drinking the rest of it, Russia grabbed the cup from him, and gently laid him down and wrapped the blankets around him, so he could stay warm and comfortable. America did not struggle when he was forced to move from the sitting position. Even if he wanted to, he was too exhausted, full, and was somewhat afraid of what might happen if he continued to act so rebellious.
Meanwhile, Canada moved away from the door and walk down the hallway, casually, when he saw that Russia was ready to leave the room. At first, he had been worried the intimidating nation would somehow acknowledge the fact that he was there all along, but instead, he appeared to be oblivious to his presence (sure, it benefited him, due to the task he was given, but later on, it was probably going to upset him). It wasn't the fact that he appeared to be invisible that affected him at during the moment, though. He was shocked Russia had been so gentle towards America, when he most likely wasn't even aware he was being stalked. Even if he believed Russia would be the only one to stop the young nation from being so violent and that he was aware of the fact that it would be stupid to try anything, he still had his suspicions, as England did. The gentle and caring behavior only made him more curious about the reasoning behind, it as he pondered, I just don't understand why Russia would even care to help take care of my brother in the first place. It's not as if they had a good history with each other. Is there something that he thinks he's getting from doing this?
What his incentive might be only made Canada all the more curious, as he continued mentally, I guess that I should probably investigate this some more.