It wasn't Canada's fault that he was scared of Russia. No, scratch that he was terrified of this giant. But over all the scariness, Canada fell in love with him. After you get over all the other creepyness, he's still human. Canada fell in love with the softer side of Russia. He fell in love with the platinum blonde hair, that big jacket he always wears.
' He's the only person who has seen me more than America, but has sat on me countless times. I wish I could get the courage to ask him ou-'
"Hey Canada, do ya want to go to Mcdonalds with me? I can get you somethin' to eat too!" Canada sighed. "America I don't want to go to Mcdonalds with you for the last time."
Canada knew his brother would most likely to come home drunk later on. No one knew that when America got drunk, he got abusive. At some of the meetings he had to cover some of the bruises so no one would be suspicious. He hated America at these times and wished someone would help him, take him in. He really hated living with his brother and wanted his own place, but his economy was just too low right now. He sighed. As soon as he got home, Canada went to his room and started daydreaming. He mostly thought of a certain Russian. How he loved the man that most likely wouldn't return his feelings.
########Few Hours Later########
America finally got home and went straight for Canada's door. America started banging on the door. "Come on Mattie let me in, and if ya do won't hurt ya as bad." Canada unlocked the door, getting ready for what was to happen. He knew he never was gentle so when he let him in it was no surprise that he kicked him. He kicked him hard in the ribs. "You gay bastard you should go and kill yourself." America kicked him hard in the ribs. A few slaps, a punch to the stomach, and a kick to the ribs later, he had enough energy to get outside.
He miraculously made it down the stairs and to the front door. 'God forgive me for what I'm going to do.' the Canadian thought to himself.