It was scary to think all of us nations would be stuck together in one building for an extended period of time. However, we were until the snow storm slowed down. I was used to snow, but most of the other nations were not accustomed to it- and we just happened to be in Canada in December.

Why were we in Canada during December? From what I have gathered, Canada yelled at America for never having any of the meetings in his home. America then felt bad and planned our next meeting to be there, obviously forgetting that our next meeting was scheduled for December eighth.

Most of the nations were glaring at either America or Canada, the latter because they probably thought they were America.

Our meeting had actually gone off without a hitch, everyone too cold to argue, and now we've been stuck here for two extra hours.

I was happy to be with so many people, as my home is now mostly empty- well except for Belarus. However, she doesn't count, as her company is not desired.

I walked over to China and America, who were discussing some tropical island hotel.

"привет comrades," I said with a large grin.

I saw China become increasingly uncomfortable in my presence. America just grinned.

"Yo, Russian dude. How's it hanging?"

"It is nice here, reminds me of my home. How are you 'hanging'?"

"It is much too cold for my liking, aru," China scoffed.

"Haha! My little bro loves snow!"

"Maybe he is Russian, then, aru."

I frowned, I did not like the snow and it was not fair for them to assume that I loved the snow because I am Russian. I wished to have a warm island country. I decided to leave their company in favor of finding more interesting conversations. I walked across the room to England and France who were arguing loudly (while everyone was ignoring them). I smiled, thinking I have found more amusing company.

"You bloody frog! Keep your hands to yourself!"

"But, mon cher, I want to hold you close and keep you warm during this cold storm!"

"привет comrades!" I said happily.

They stopped their struggling and stared at me. England then shoved France off of him and composed himself.

"Well, hello Russia. Is there anything you needed?"

"Not in particular comrade. I just figured we could talk to pass the time, да?"

"Ah, well... I suppose that is alright..."

France picked himself up and dusted himself off, glaring at England. He then looked at me and smiled.

"Russie, you must have knowledge of snowstorms, after all that General ghost guy follows you around and such. When do you think the snow will clear up?"

I frowned, not liking talking about the General. His company is also one that I do not enjoy.

"The general is not here, friend."

"Gosh, you bloody frog, can't you do anything right!"

"What?! Says the one who can't even cook!"

And so their fighting spiraled. I decided to take my leave and find new company to alleviate my boredom and to lift my bad mood.

I exited the room, and walked down the hallway. I briefly wondered if I could scare the humans who were stuck here as well. I opened a door at the end of the hallway, and entered a large library.

The bookcases were arranged in such a way that they made the large bay window the centre piece. And sitting on the seat in front of it was Canada. His legs were pulled up to his chest and his head was turned to look out the window.

I smiled at the new company.

"привет comrade!"

He jumped and turned to look at me. His violet eyes shocked and confused.

"Russia?"

"да!" I said happily.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am confused, should I not be here?" the smile had left my face, leaving a pout.

"No, no, no! You can be here! I d-don't mind! I-I just thought t-that, you'd- y'know... Rather be with... Everyone else?" Canada had spluttered out, stuttering in embarrassment- face turning redder and redder until his face was completely red at the end of his statement.

I smiled at him, "Good! I would rather be here!"

He looked confused, "Why?"

"Everyone else is boring!" my smile never faltering.

"But I'm not?"

"нет! You have been most amusing!"

"Thank you?"

"You're most certainly welcome, comrade!"

He then smiled up at me, causing me to be confused. "No one has ever said that to me."

"No one?" I asked.

"Nope, no one," he smiled.

I went over and sat next to him, and looked out the window like he did before. He smiled and looked out the window with me. We watched the snow spin around and fall to the ground, creating a thick, white blanket to cover the ground.

"Comrade, why do you like the snow?" I asked, eyes watching the razor-like winds shake the few, naked trees that lingered.

"I suppose I like it so much because it covers everything up, creating a beautiful scenery. What was rusted heaps of metal, turns into a mound of pure white snow. What was an ugly house, turns into a landscape worthy of being painted. What was war-scarred terrain turns into a winter wonderland," At this point I looked at him and saw he was looking at me, "And wars fought on the snow, melt away and leave behind just the beautiful spring flowers."

He then blushed and looked back out to the snow, "That probably sounds stupid, eh?"

"нет, that actually is cute," I smiled at him as he blushed more. I turned to look out the window like he was, "I like that philosophy. I just see cold hands that want to hurt me."

My smile turned sad, and I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Canada looking at me with a frown that didn't suit his face.

"Comrade?" I replicated his frown on my face.

"What will it take for you to love the snow?"

"What? Why do you want me to love the snow?"

He looked down at his shoes, "Well, I suppose it kinda selfish of me to want you to."

"Selfish?"

He looked back up at me.

"I kinda just want someone to love the snow as much as I do."

"Why?" I stared into his eyes, eyes that were the same color as mine.

"I want someone to understand me, I guess."

I smiled at him, causing a confused look to appear on his youthful face.

"You don't need someone to like the same things as you to understand you, comrade. Just need someone to want to understand you. Да?"

He smiled, "Yes, thank you Russia. I never thought of it like that. You're really insightful."

"Thank you comrade, I would suppose that makes us even."

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Even?"

"да! You have said something inspiring to me, and I have said something inspiring to you!"

He laughed, his voice sounding like chimes- making him sound so innocent. More innocent than one his age should be. I wondered briefly if he was really as innocent as he appeared. I supposed time would tell.

"Russia! It looks like it stopped showing!"

"да, it does."

"That means everyone is gonna leave, huh?" I looked at his face to see him sad again, "And everyone is gonna forget me."

"Why would we forget you?"

"Everyone does eventually. Once I am out of the front of their mind, its like I never even existed," he said solemnly.

That was when I saw something else in his eyes: loneliness. Something I also had in common with him.

"Do not worry, comrade- or rather, I should say friend- I will not forget you."

He looked at me with unabashed hope in his eyes, "Really?"

"да."

"Why?"

"Because you make good company, and I always cherish good company."

So this is my first published fanfic, I do hope you all will like it. I am thinking of making this into a oneshot montage of sorts, all based on the couple Russia/Canada. This is basically a preview into what I hope I can make into a bigger project. If there are mistakes with anything, don't be afraid of saying so. I wrote this on my phone, so it is pretty hard to judge on my end so any criticism is accepted. And any possible ideas for RusCan settings will be helpful!

Thank you for reading,

Jaquifer