"China~ I'm here with fresh dumplings~"
The man didn't budge from his bed, letting out a groan of detest. "I'm glad someone managed to get in..."
"I cracked my back a few hours ago when I was coming back in here..." He murmured, not moving. "It hurts to flinch..."
Going to his side, you began massaging his back, trying to work the tense knots from his back. "Just relax for a few more minutes. I think the stress is starting to cripple you."
"I can't help it aru..." He mumbled, slowly moving his arms under his head and sighing in relief. "My mind is so fuzzy, I haven't felt this way in ages."
"Just tell him." You said gently, trying not to sound forceful. "I don't think he'd be upset over it either. I called him anyway, should be here sometime soon."
"A-Aiyah!" He went to get up, only to feel pain shoot through his back and forcing back to laying on his stomach. "W-Why did you go and do something like that aru? I didn't want him to come over yet...!"
"But you wanted him to come over." You mumbled, driving your fingers across his back, trying to loosen the stress. "Bedsides, the sooner you tell Russia, the better for your health."
"I don't want to..." He groaned, shutting his chestnut eyes. "I'm too old to be dealing with such little things..."
There was a light knock at the door, making you look over to see Japan standing there. "Is he okay?"
"The stress is just crippling him." You said simply, working on trying to get the tense vibes from his system. "Ivan said he'd be coming over too since we're going to get this crap over and done with quick."
"Aiyah..." He murmured again, relaxing into his sheets. "A little lower please..."
Rolling your eyes, you dug your fingers across his back, going lower as he breathed out in relief. "Just tell him. 'Ivan, I love you' and it'll be over and done with."
"I can't though..." He murmured, shutting his eyes. "I just..."
"Say it with me."
"I love you Ivan."
"Shut up Yao. I."
Smiling, you stroked his hair. "All together now."
"I love you Ivan! There, I said it!"
"Do you mean that Yao-Yao?" Both of you turned your heads to see Ivan standing confused at the door, Japan standing behind him, looking small. "I mean..."
Ivan came over, gently sliding you over and cupping China's face with a tender touch. His thumb stroked the man's cheek, red spreading quickly on it. "Yao-Yao is very special to me too..." He pecked his forehead, giving a small smile.
Getting up, you went to Japan and exited the room. "We need to go do something in the living room. We're turning our backs in this one."