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Sickness Chapter 2

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-----chapter 2----
Ivan sat in his room, stoking the small fireplace adjacent to his bed. The aged stool squeaked as he shifted to look upon the nation sleeping in his bed.
He listened to the crackling logs as they each set ablaze, flooding the room in a wave of wonderful warm air. It made him smile.
Toris mumbled something incoherently as he buried his face into the pillow.
"Are you still cold?" Ivan whispered softly to the brunette.
"Mm-hmm…" He whimpered into the pillow, before drifting off into more fitful sleep.
The tall nation switched back over to the fire, examining the now small pile of logs. He pulled another off of the stack and threw it in, taking the poker and stoking it up again.
After watching the flames flicker and dance as they devoured their new food supply, he stood from his stool and walked over to the door.
The violet eyed nation glanced quickly at the man using his bed. Making sure he was alright, he walked out into the hallway.
"Villa villa~! Villa villa~!?" His voice reverberated through the house, calling for the smallest nation.
"Ye-...Yes Ivan?" The small nation peaked his head out from a corner, shaking nervously.
"Would you please go and get some more wood for my room Raivis?" Ivan smiled at the young boy, glad that he didn't have to walk far to find him.
"Yes! R- right away!!" The blonde ran off into the bowels of the house and the taller man went back into his room.
Ivan trotted back into his room, glad he didn't have to leave his friend for long.
He sat back down on the stool and looked Toris over. He looked so pitiful and yet so gorgeous at the same time.
The sick nation pulled his body into the fetal position, shaking violently. He pulled the blankets over his body tightly, trying desperately to keep as much warmth on his body as possible.
The violet eyed man leaned down pressing his forehead against the other mans. It was warm, a slight fever. He gently pulled the hair out of Toris' face and kissed the crown of his head.
It made the sleeping nation smile and relax for a short moment. Ivan rested his head on his hand, staring fixedly on his friend.
There was a few quiet knocks on the door, before it slowly swung open.
Raivis peered in shyly, before walking in carrying a large bundle of wood on his back. He flinched as Ivan rose to meet him.
"Thank you Villa!" he patted the smaller nation on his head.
"Y-…You're welcome.." He began to shake, clenching his fist in sheer terror.
The tall nation took the bundle from the blonde and placed it on top of the previous stack.
"You can go now," Ivan walked over to the other side of the room and went into a small dresser.
He listened as short, quick footsteps exited the room, the door clicked shut and the steps grew quieter as they disappeared into the house.
The tall man changed into a pair of cotton pants and matching nightshirt, before getting into bed next to Toris. He pulled the covers over his body and smiled at the warmth as it consumed him.
Toris had turned over during his clothing change and opened his eyes weakly.
"Are you still cold?" Ivan whispered.
"Mm-hmm," he nodded with all his energy.
The larger nation shifted to his side as he pulled the sick young man into an embrace. Toris pushed against the tall man, absorbing the heat that radiated off of him.
Ivan began to stroke the brunettes hair, trying to soothe him into a more relaxed state. His head lulled, he didn't realize how tired he had gotten from stoking the fire.
He closed his eyes, just wanting to give them a rest. Just for a little while…
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Ivan woke up groggy. Something had pulled him out of a deep sleep. He looked up at the ceiling focusing his eyes as he tried to wake himself fully.
His violet eyes scanned the room, lazily making their way over to his sick companion.
Toris had pushed all of the covers off of him, his body glistening with sweat. His face was contorted as he pulled at his clothes in his sleep.
The taller man sat up and placed his hand on Toris' forehead, it was hot. Too hot.
Ivan looked around trying to calculate a plan. He had to cool Toris off, quickly. He scanned the room again looking for something: a fan, ice, even a cup of water would be useful. There was nothing of the sort in the room. He glanced out the window and cringed.
He quickly got up and threw on his coat, scarf, and boots. Crossing the room, he picked up the shorter man, who fussed and moaned.
Ivan touched his cheek to Toris' forehead, he was getting worse.
"Damn." Ivan made his way out of his room, after fumbling with the nob for several seconds.
He rushed down the hall, past the room where the other nations slept and Toris' resting chair. He kicked the door open, and a flood of wind and snow flew their way into his house.
Glancing quickly at the younger man, he saw his eyes rolling oddly around in his head. The tall muscular man ran out and placed his friend in a large bank of snow.
Snow. Fucking snow.
Ivan knelt down and packed the overheating boy with snow, who moaned in protest.
It melted quickly against his skin. Slowly his body began to calm down as it adjusted to the sudden onset of cold.
"Toris?"
fff. Sorry this took so long. I have been so gosh darn busy. I got really determined last night and wrote it all out. I really how you like it! :D

Next chapter Toris may or may not wake up.
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