RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Sequel Preview

(Second part will be uploaded soon under "Winter Nightmares")

(Chapter 44) Preview: Winter Nightmares

Early December

The snow... the blood... the darkness...the nightmares were returning.

Russia slowly moved his hand across the bed to find no Canadian there, he slowly opened his eyes to see he really wasn't there; he frowned.

It's getting cold... Even with him around, I still get cold... he's still here...

Russia slowly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping to find Canada sitting there with a smile. Sadly, that wasn't the case. The boy was there, laying his head in his arms on the table, face down, completely out. Russia went over and shook the boy's shoulder a bit. "Little sunflower, wake up, you shouldn't sleep here." Russia said. Canada slowly lifted his head up and looked at the Russian, the circles under his eyes got worse each day. "You couldn't sleep again?" Russia asked.

"Not at all..." Canada rubbed his eyes. "I came down earlier this time..."

"What time this time?"

"Around... one am..." Canada said. For the last week or two, the boy's sleep habits were interpreted. His nightmares were worse every night, and he couldn't sleep. He goes down stairs and simply drinks some milk with maple syrup in it, Russia finds him the next morning passed out somewhere in the kitchen. Whether it was at the table, on the floor, or leaning against the fridge, he was always sleeping.

Russia sighed. "You could of woke me up if your nightmares were that bad, I would of helped you somehow."

"You can't..." Canada said, his voice was so low. He was pale, getting worse every night, he could barely keep his eyes open anymore. It concerned Russia at first, he shrugged it off a bit and just told the boy to try to sleep. But when he started getting sick, Russia was completely worried.

Every night he comes... his voice sends shivers down my spine... His hands grab onto me... his eyes... his dark lifeless eyes... they scare me the most... when he laughs... I just want to die...

"I'm bringing you back to bed." Russia said, the boy didn't even respond. Russia carefully put his hands under the boy and picked him up like a child. Canada only moved his head a bit, placing it against Russia's chest. Russia carried him back up stairs and carefully laid him back in his bed. Canada was too tired to even try to move as Russia pulled the blanket onto the boy. Canada snuggled into it a bit and closed his eyes. Russia looked at him. "You're just a little sick, it will go away soon da?" He spoke softly.

"Il ne va pas disparaître ..." Canada said. "Il s'amuse trop...." He shivered a bit. Russia couldn't understand him, he frowned a bit and kissed his forehead, he felt so cold...

"It's okay..." Russia sat down on the side of the bed and pet through the boy's hair. "You'll be okay..."

Sooner or later I'll lose control... He'll take over...

Canada coughed a little bit as Russia brushed his fingers through the boy's hair and calmed him, trying to get him to fall asleep. Canada twitched a little bit, but stayed calm, except with the few twitches and coughs. "Just try to sleep."

"Je ne veux pas qu'il me chercher..." Canada said. "Il va me chercher ..."

"Matvey, I can't understand you." Russia said, Canada remained quiet. "Matvey?...Mat-" He stopped himself when he realized the boy was sleeping. Russia kissed the boy's forehead again. "You'll be okay..." he whispered.

When I lose control... I can't.... I'll hurt him....

Russia got up and looked back toward the boy. He frowned a bit before leaving back to his room. He leaned against the door and didn't move, he could hear the voices already, not staying by the boy always brought them back. He closed his eyes and tried taking a deep breath as felt colder and colder, Winter slowly came into the room. He could feel Winter's hand slowly grabbing onto him, Russia twitched and slowly slid down against the door, trying to get away. It seemed too late though, he was already here...

I'll lose control... I'll hurt him... He means so much....Don't let me hurt him....Please... Don't let me hurt him....

OOOOOOO

Translations:

Il ne va pas disparaître ...: It will not go away

Il s'amuse trop: he's having too much fun

Je ne veux pas qu'il me chercher...: I don't want him to get me...

Il va me chercher: He'll get me