I must admit I like Ruscan and Prucan but there is nearly nowhere enough Ruscan for my liking...tell me what you think of it and don't be afraid to review ~(^U^)~

The Canadian let out a long sigh as he saw his cousin and his two other friends coming towards him. There were only ever three reasons why they bothered him, 'help' with homework, money and being entertainment. Sure his cousin peeved him off but he was family.

Mathew pretended he didn't seem them coming towards and went back to day dreaming about new exotic pancake recipes. Pancakes, maple syrup and Kumajirou or whatever his name was the only few things he could rely on.

"Mathieu, how is my favori cousin been?" Francis exclaims bringing Mathew into a tightening death hug.

"C-cant breath" he manages to whisper shouts out. Francis lets go and beams a creepy smile at him. "What is what you want?"

"Aw petit Mathieu why can't a have reason to check up on my favori cousin been?" Mathew gives him a deadpanned look "What? I just want to catch up with you; come to my place for drinks tonight and I'll drive you there to"

"N-no Francis I-I already have plans" it was somewhat true as he had planned to watch movies and tonight's hockey game with Kuma.

"Couche, couche Mathieu; don't be such a lâche" his tone told him he had no choice but to go.

"Fine" he huffs out as if he had a choice. He notices Francis 'Ohonhonhon' laugh with Gilbert's 'kesesese'. Antonio just smiles oblivious to his friend's creepy behaviour.

Well it looks like Mathew is going in for a world of hut with those morons tonight. Mathew guessed it was for entertainment by the sounds of them not finding anyone to get laid with. The bell rang cutting short of his thoughts of the horrors that most likely awaited him tonight. He loved his cousin but there was so much he could stand of him.

Mathew felt he was pretty invisible to everyone. Even his own brother would forget about him being in the same room and greet again only to forget about him seconds later. There was nothing special about him and he also just seemed to blend in all too easy. He really didn't mind not being noticed and despite it all quite enjoyed the peace of it.
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Finally it was his last class today though he didn't want it to end because when class ended it meant being stuck with Francis and missing his hockey game. Suddenly a dangerous aura and a chilling breathe blowing onto his ear.

"Matvey right?" a thick Russian accent asks.

"Y-yes" he freezes in fear.

"Do you know the answer for question twenty; I can't seem to get past it"

"Ah y-yes I d-do it is 33xᶾ" he manages to whisper out. The teacher sends a warning glare to shut up.

"Spasibo Matvey-"

The teacher quickly interrupts the conversation "Ivan and uh um Mathew detention after school" Mr Edelstein snaps.

Mr Edelstein is infamously known for being a tough ass and his strict nature. He doesn't stand for anyone talking in his class even the mighty fearful Ivan. At least the teacher cares about you education and is somewhat decent.

Mathew felt some relief for detention because that means no Francis but he would stuck with Ivan! He felt the teacher's stare along with Ivan staring as well. Mathew tries to concertante on his school work but fails with the two of staring at him. Oh maple, Francis will be furious with him and so will his parents. Alfred is the trouble maker in the family but now their well-mannered son getting a detention won't go unpunished. Terrible thoughts start to surge about the high possibility of them banning him from pancakes and maple syrup for a month.

He tried to refuse the thoughts of his parents being so cruel to take away those things from him. His parents would surely be upset but not upset enough to take pancakes and maple syrup? Oh how he would have to sneak out to Mickey D's of a morning just to get pancakes that are actually warm. Oh god those processed pancakes would never satisfy him let alone the crappy cheap fake maple syrup. He wouldn't be able to cope at all without his daily pancakes and maple syrup.

A detention slip lands on his desk; on instinct he looks up to meet Mr Edelstein's disapproving look. Soon after the bell rings and the others all race out besides Ivan and Mathew awaiting the teacher's order.

"Go to detention now" the teacher commands with a slight snobbish tone. Mathew nods in reply and grabs his bag with his detention slip in the other hand.

To be completely honest this is the first time Mathew had to ever go to detention. Anxiety and dread starts to feel his body at the possibilities of what could happen in detention. His phone starts to vibrate and whips out it to answer the call.

"Mathieu you haven't forgotten about tonight, right?" Francis threatens.

"N-no it is um ah-h I kinda after school detention" he cringes ready for the blow

"What! Non Mathieu, why my favori cousin? How can this be possible?" he cries dramatically.

"I'll talk to you later" he hangs up on Francis and turns off his phone making sure he can't get him into trouble in detention.

As the view of the detention door comes into view he lets out a defeated sigh. He hesitantly grabs the door knob and twists it open; peering in nervously. The detention teacher opens up his hand waiting for him hand over the detention slip. He quickly shuts the door and hands the slip over.

"Take a seat" he does as ordered.

The room has around thirty desks all in nice neat lines with the back of the class room being heavily populated with the other detention bound students. The most reasonable and safest place for him seemed to be the second row. He takes the desk right next to the window to keep him occupied for the duration of detention.

The detention room's door opens revealing Ivan and hands over the slips as well. Ivan scans the room until his eyes land on Mathew and Ivan gives him a bone chilling childish smile. He heads right over to Mathew and sits right down next to him. The smell of cologne and vodka swirls into Mathew's nose.

What the maple have I got myself in? Mathew questions himself. The whole time in detention Ivan's smile doesn't falter once nor does his stare on Mathew.

I really would love it if you could review :D

*Russia comes out of nowhere "why wouldn't they want to review" casually grabs out the metal pipe.
"We don't threaten the readers Russia"

"I am not threatening I am merely suggesting they should review" a slow scary smile appears on his face

*smacks my forehead and shakes head at Russia.

TRANSLATIONS
Petit=small
Favori=favourite
couche=lie
Spasibo=thanks
(correct me if wrong)