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Canada coughed into the crook of his elbow, "ow..." His coughing had started that morning, and steadily got worse.

"Who?"

"Ca-" the nation was interrupted by a gut twisting caught that shook his entire body. He took a deep breath using on hand to clutch his chest, and hunched over. His blonde hair covered his face, and sweat started to glide down his forehead.

"Oi, America you git!" England hollered "pay attention!"

Matthew didn't bother to look up, instead let kumakichi jump off of his lap to the floor and walk out.

"Ame-ri-ca!" England said again, this time, the other nations took notice. "don't ignore me!"

"yo! im back!"

"Huh?"

"what aru?"

"I thought"

"What?" America asked confused as he took his seat next to his northern brother.

None of the nations noticed as Matthew rested his forehead on the desk, as Germany called the meeting to a 10 minute break. Nation followed by nation walked out, some arguing, some silent, but all tired, until only America, Canada, England, Japan, France, Russia and china were left still collecting paperwork.

China and Japan left together, followed by England and France bickering.

"haha, you guys are soo stupid." America joked standing up with his papers.

"Shut it git!"

"Oh~ perhaps we should continue this argument in my room?"

"Stuff it frog!"

Matthew looked towards his brother and reached out, "a...am...rica..."

The three nations didn't hear the sick Canadian and left, not realizing that Russia was still in the room.

'dammit!' Matthew thought to himself and violently coughed again. With eyes heavy, Matthew quickly put his notes into his white and red folder, and slowly stood up and took two steps from his chair before feeling ill. He quickly grabbed onto his brothers chair for balance and took a deep breath.

"Why no one realize you not American pig?"

"wha-ehg!" Matthew tried to look at however talked to him but couldn't. Moving his head had hurt and made him incredibly dizzy.

"Perhaps I should keep you, that sound good da?"

Matthew brought a hand up to his nose and looked up to gaze into violet-red eyes.

Russia...

The Russia was looking down on the sick nation who was close to fainting.

"N...no tha..th-" Matthew began before feeling his stomach burn with acid. Dropping to his knees Matthew covered his mouth with both hand in feeble attempts to not throw up on the intimidating nation. The tips of shiny black boots were in Matthews view, until Matthew started to heave similar to the way a cat does when trying to rid itself of a hairball. Then the boots stepped away and Matthew felt the force of a steel-toed boot connecting with his side, painfully. Matthew felt his meager breakfast of a single egg, rushing out. Matthew gagged and lost it. Then looked up to see a smiling Russian.

"Why...?" He whimpered and shook.

"It helped da?' Russia said before squatting down and helping the Canadian to stand up.

Matthew shook badly and struggled to breathe normally, he felt as if his southern brother was using all of his strength in a bear hug around Matthew's ribcage.

"Should I hold this?" Matthew looked to Ivan who held onto his folder. Matthew tried to decline and take it but instead felt his body betray him.

His vision faded and he met with a binding darkness.

Ivan almost didn't catch the fainted nation as he fumbled with the folders and Canadian in his arms. He could feel the nation shake with a fever.

"Perhaps lithy will clean...da he will." Ivan said using his left hand to put the folders in between his thighs so then he could lift the other over his shoulder. He made sure not to step in the mess as he walked out of the meeting room to walk down the hallway to find the elevator.

Once he made it to the steel container, he gently put the unconscious nation and quickly sent a text to his old slave-err 'friend' he didn't call the Baltic's salves anymore...usually...

~clean meeting room da? Someone spilt smelly stuff. ~ Ivan pushed the button to send his message, the response was almost instant.

~yes sir! ~

Ivan smiled as he put his phone back into his pocket and smiled, before pushing the elevator button that would take them to his floor. He looked at the winter child and saw youthful innocence...something Ivan lost in a brutal way, many many years ago. For some strange reason, Ivan didn't want the other to lose his purity; he was too cute to go through hell like all the other nations. He didn't want the boy to be tortured and raped like all the others had. Ivan felt a small stab of guilt as he remembered his relationship with the American brother.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his memories. It was then that he noticed that his companion had woken up and was trying to stand up.

"vhat is your name again?" Ivan asked, startling the other.

"eh…kana…da…matt…ew…wi-will..am….ss" he whispered, Ivan almost didn't hear it but was just able to make out the faint words.

"well, matvey, you are sick da, I vill help you get better." Ivan said, "you vill make good pet da?"

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