[Again, Alfred's a bit of a pain and squirms under the covers as Russia's fingers press against his feverish skin.]

I thought cough syrup was enough, sheesh. I'm not a baby, Russia.

[Okay maybe some of that flush on his cheeks isn't all from the fever. He's not delirious enough to think this isn't uncharacteristic of Russia...but now he's starting to believe he called the right person.

Also if Ivan looks around hard enough, there's a half-filled water bottle rolled some distance away and settled against a wall. Apparently Alfred's been trying to manage his own illness a little.]