This is my first story on this sight so if anything's out of place or messed up don't panic cause that's what I'll be doing. XD I'll try to fix it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story.

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Snow floated softly down from the sky gently landing on Canada's hair as he made his way to the meeting. This wasn't any conference about "What we should fix" or "Who's doing what", this meeting was supposed to be about the big Christmas festival. Almost every country wanted to participate in it. This festival was going to be held on Christmas eve to Christmas night. Canada was a little excited about the idea of this peaceful event, only a little. He didn't have much to look forward to except the fact that no one would fight, no wars or battles on those days but, He knew as great of a thing this was, he didn't have anyone to celebrate it with. He was always forgotten about and it was rare for someone to notice him for more than a few seconds. Of course he went to these meetings anyway, he wanted to know what was going on and be a part of it or at least try to be.

He finally made it to the building England said they'd hold the meeting in. It was a nice place, big and spacey, but full. There were lamps that glowed a warm yellow colour, hanging from the walls along the short hallway that lead into this giant sized room. The room looked fancy and beautiful making the cold snow outside seem like nothing compared to how warm it made him feel.

Everything here seemed so lovely and fancy, of course that's what England wanted, it was a special meeting of peace and a time for love and happiness; that's why he wanted the meeting to be held here.

Canada hung up his coat in the huge coat closet that was already pretty full as it is despite how big it was. He wore a rather big red hoodie and light blue jeans. He took his gloves off and stuffed them in the coat pocket and just as he had closed the door to the closet he heard the main doors swing open hitting the walls hard. He almost jumped out of his shoes at the sound. He turned around to see his brother, America, closing the doors just as hard.

"Holy cow! Is it ever cold out there?" America laughed while taking off his scarf and mitts.

He refused to take off his bomber jacket though. America stared at everything in the building, until he let out a whistle, "Woah, fancy shmancy haha."

His eyes dropped from looking at the ceiling to his brother.

"huh? OH HEY MATTIE! HAHA! HOW ARE YOU BRO!" He almost screamed in Canada's ear saying that as he slapped Canada's back in a friendly manner, but in this case hurt Canada's back a bit as he let out a small 'Oof!' when he was slapped.

Canada adjusted his glasses as he straightened himself. He looked at his brother and smiled.

"It's good to see you too Alfred"

America, pretty much ignoring what his brother said, started walking at a fast pace that soon turned into a run and tackled England almost knocking him over.

"GAH! You git! What was that for! Honestly!"

"What! I just gave you a big friendly hug and you then you call me names?"

"If you call that friendly…"

Canada walked towards the two men watching England argue with America as America laughed at England. America always patted England on the head when he decided he got bored of listening to Englands rants. He gave England a calm smile which made him stop talking all at once and a little pink blush formed on his face.

Before Canada could get close enough to talk to the two he was suddenly pulled back into someone's arms.

"Bonjour, Canada" the voice was no other than France's.

France held Canada in one arm securely while playing with Canada's soft blond hair with his other hand.

"…and how are you mon cher~"

"U-um… I'm fine papa…"

Canada didn't say much to him, he hardly said anything to anyone. He wanted to talk to people for hours if he could so badly, but he never found the right words to say at the time he was talking to anyone, so he just said very little.

"Oh? Just… fine?" France's fingers started sliding towards Canada cheek. His hand making Canada's head turn toward Frances face as France leaned his face closer to Canada's.

"Then how about I turn that 'just fine' into, 'Simply wonderful'?...oui?"

Canada blushed turning bright red, He couldn't move himself, every time something like this happened he just simply couldn't move to get away or push the other away, he would tremble out of nervousness. Was it out of fear? If so what was he afraid of?

France's lips were inches away from touching Canada's, until suddenly a swift hand struck the side of the perverts face.

"OUCH!" France whined letting go of Canada.

"Keep your filthy hands to yourself, frog!" England shouted in an 'Angry housewife' kind of way.

"Mon dieu Arthur! What's wrong with what I'm doing?"

"What's right with what you're doing? That's what I'd like to know."

Canada watched the two fight for a couple seconds until he decided to explore the place more. He wanted to see more of this lovely new building before the meeting started, this also gave him an excuse to stay away from the fight. He loved all the nice paintings in this certain hallway he was walking through. One painting was very soft looking. A swan that seemed to be dancing as it flew, so graceful, and so beautiful. Canada smiled softly at the painting.

One day, maybe… I'll be able to show the world how high I can fly.

"You like this painting?" Canada recognized the voice immediately. He turned to see Russia standing behind him. He was surprised anyone would notice him alone in the hallway. Knowing Frances intentions he knew why his papa was paying attention to him earlier, but still, he didn't expect Russia to care, or was he just thinking too hard about this?

"Are you not going to answer me?" with that Canada snapped out of his confusion and finally answered back.

"I-I'm sorry, I was…. Thinking… y-yes, I do like this painting" Canada said stuttering out of nervousness. As always, he wanted to say something else, but he couldn't think of anything. Russia looked over at the painting beside it. He stepped closer to the painting.

"I like this one most."

Canada turned his attention to the painting Russia was looking at. A sunflower field, the sun was beaming down on the sunflowers. A very warm picture.

"It's beautiful" Canada said with his usual soft voice.

"Da…"

It seemed the both of them were struggling to find words. Russia must not be very good with socializing either. It made Canada wonder why and how. Every country here knows Russia even if they didn't like it. Russia was the biggest country on earth. Also he was pretty big himself. He was noticed… but Canada, even though being second biggest, was about as unnoticed as a polar bear in a snowstorm. So… how could Russia have any problems with this? Well it was none of Canada's business so he didn't bother butting in to his personal life.

Just then the calming silence was broken as England's voice came from the main room.

"Alright! The meeting will start soon so take a seat everyone!"

Both Canada and Russia walked back together not realizing they were walking beside each other. They both found a seat for themselves each and sat down. The chairs were quite comfortable too.

So, the meeting had started.