Russia was leaving from another meeting when he ran into a short blonde man. He stepped back and smiled.
"I am sorry, America. I vas not seeing you there, da?" The other male turned around.
"O-oh, I'm not A-america" he stammered, staring up at the purple eyed man. He saw the confused look he was getting and was quick to explain.
"I'm his brother, Canada." Russia nodded.
"Dat is making sense, but how is it I am never seeing you?" Canada's eyes dropped shyly.
"Well, people don't really see me, or they'll think I'm America..." He trailed off. Russia cupped his face in one of his hands, forcing the other Nation to look up at him. Canada was a bright red, the same color as his flag.
"R-russia!" He gasped as the larger man pulled him close, so there bodies were pressed together. He looked up into the big purple eyes, light reflecting off his glasses. Russia leaned down and put his mouth close to Canadas ear.
"You vish to become one wid Russia, da?" Canada shivered, nodding slightly, his face glowing red.
"Y-yes, Russia." If he was going to say anything else, however, it was lost by Russia claiming his lips passionately. The smaller nation gasped when Russia shoved his mouth down his throat. It felt so good! He moaned into the kiss, his legs turning into maple syrup. Russia turned, so Canada was now supported by the wall as Russia kissed him senseless.
Eventually, they broke for air, and Canada was gasping for oxygen, a happy expression permanently glazed over his face.
"That... That was amazing." He whispered, then shivered, because it had suddenly gotten cold. Russia seemed to notice and took off his scarf, wrapping it around the blonde.
"Here, you are looking cold. Dis vill help you. I vill see you later, Canada." The taller man turned, walking away. Canada stood there, leaning against the wall. He pressed his fingers to his lips, then smelled the scarf wrapped around his neck. It smelled like Sunflowers, blood, Vodka and something else that could only be described as "Russia". Canada smiled and breathed in again.
"Who are you?" His bear asked, popping up from where it was hiding from Russia.
"In love." Canada replied, breathing deeply. He loved the way the words rolled off his tongue, so he said it again.
"In love."
Heyyyy! Ignore this, I completly blame My best friend Kiwi for this. Yes, I know I should be working on my other stories, but this is all that I have been able to write for the past five days. So, I dedicate this random fluff to Kiwi!
Hetalia is not mine, I only borrow some characters on some occasions.