A/N: So this can be read as a stand-alone fic, but it's technically a sequel to Cold Feet. There really needs to be more Russia/Estonia fics. It makes me sad that there are so few. Anyway, enjoy.

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Estonia woke alone in Russia's bed. He turned over with a groan, remembering that Russia had left earlier that morning for another meeting with the other Allies. This is exactly what he had been trying to avoid: any alone time. During the day he tried to stay around either Latvia or Lithuania and at night, well, he had a standing agreement to share a bed with Russia at night. He let out a sigh, burying his face in his pillow. That one decision had been the start of his problems. The first night they had spent together Estonia realized something, something that he had never been so sure of, or more confused about in his entire life. He was in love with Russia. He took his face out of the pillow, and covered his head. Even after a month, he couldn't believe it had happened. Before, he had been terrified of the other man, how could that have turned into love? With another sigh, he rose from bed and grabbed his glasses off the nightstand. It was time to start the day.

He walked down the hall and into the kitchen where he found Lithuania making breakfast.

"Good morning, Estonia," he said, as his brother drifted into the room.

"Good morning," Estonia mumbled back. Lithuania gave him a sympathetic look. He was the only one Estonia had told about his feelings for Russia. His older brother had never been one to judge, especially knowing how much the notion of loving such a person was killing Estonia. He walked to the table, taking a seat next to Latvia. Latvia, on the other hand, had no idea about his feelings, and Estonia would've liked it to stay that way. His younger brother was absolutely terrified of Russia, despite his often blunt remarks around the older man. He wouldn't understand at all, and the last thing Estonia needed was for the young man to slip up and accidentally say something to Russia. Latvia looked to his older brother with concern in his eyes.

"Are you alright, Estonia? You don't look too good," he said. Estonia sighed and opened his mouth to respond, but Latvia cut him off.

"You've been like that since this thing with Russia started. He's not doing mean things to you, is he? I mean, I know how cruel he can be, I just wanna make sure you're not getting hurt," he finished. Estonia stared at him for a moment, wanting more than anything to defend Russia from Latvia's comment. To tell him how soft Russia looked while he slept. How sweet he could be when he said good night…

Instead, he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, no. Seriously, it's nothing bad; he just sleeps next to me. He's just cold. I'm sure when summer rolls around and it gets a bit warmer I'll be back in my own room…"

As the words fell from his lips, he felt his heart fall as well. That's right, he thought, this is a temporary set up. His stomach twisted itself into a million knots.

"Um, I'm going to excuse myself. I have a bit of a stomach ache," Estonia mumbled, and slunk out of the room. Latvia watched him go with sad eyes.

"I don't think he's telling us everything," he told Lithuania. His older brother shook his head.

"There isn't anything we can do for what he's feeling," Lithuania said, mostly to himself. Latvia tilted his head.

"Do you know what's going on with him," he asked. Lithuania sputtered, trying to back track, but finally, with a sigh, he nodded his head.

"What?"

"I can't tell you. Just trust me, he'll be alright."

"Okay…" Latvia didn't seem convinced, but decided to let it go. What could Russia be doing that Lithuania didn't want to tell him?

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In his room, Estonia curled up in a ball on his bed.

I'm nothing to him. I'm just a temporary fix. He'll never love me…

He couldn't stop the tears that ran down his face. This was going to be the death of him…

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Okay, so I'm pretty sure I've ended a chapter like this before. xD Anyway, please leave a review. Tell me what you think~