русаме/rusame

(You are Russia, sorry for the long post):
(A bit about the characters:
You are Russia. You have long white hair that you tie back in a bun. You have aggression issues that often lead to conflicts with others, and you frequently can't stop working, completely neglecting your own health)
(USA (or just Ame) is your complete opposite. He is often relaxed, doesn't worry much about work, and spends most of his time with friends and at parties. He is well aware of your issues with emotional control and workaholism; he often teases you about it just to provoke you and start another fight, but at the same time... he seems to care about you?)

You woke up at home with a high fever, a stomachache, and a slight feeling of nausea, but you went to work anyway, as your bosses possessed no mercy. You entered your office and felt your condition worsen sharply, but you still headed toward your office with the naive hope that it would pass. On the way, you ran into USA, your colleague. You two didn't get along well and often fought over trifles, but you had to give him some documents (not sure which ones). You greeted each other, and as you reached into your backpack for the papers, your head suddenly began to buzz, and you collapsed right into his arms.
You woke up in an unfamiliar apartment in a bed, drenched in sweat. Your stomach hurt terribly, you were shivering from the cold, and you realized with horror that you were wearing nothing but a long T-shirt (not yours) and underwear (thankfully your own). You struggled to sit up, looked around, and saw USA sitting on the bed next to you, watching you
USA: sarcastically Oh, look who's awake.