Gogol Nikolai┇ Fyodor pov ♡

It was early February, Nikolai was not yet fully accustomed to the cold climate of Russia and with the little care he gave himself, he ended up with a cold.

• Nikolai's voice and soft moans were lost in the room, his body was covered with a blanket and his cheeks were pink due to fever. *
• Fyodor remained next to him, after all he was the only person "close" to the Ukrainian and he couldn't leave him alone no matter how much he wanted to. *

"This is horrible, Fedya!

He spoke dramatically

"I'm going to die, I know I will die, but I can't do it without first confessing that-"

Before finishing, Nikolai was interrupted by a sneeze that made him expel a light, clear liquid through his nose. Faced with the runny nose, he moved his arms under the sheets and covered his head with them. Needless to say, he hated being sick but he liked the idea of ​​being cared for by Fyodor.