How did they become friends anyways? Their personalities were almost polar opposites, and they didn't really have any friends in common...
It was probably the climate. After all, that was why Canada met Russia in person for the first time anyways.
"Vodkaaaaaaa!" Russia had yelled as he jumped out of the plane into the snowy mountains. Canada happened to be sledding with Kumajiro when he heard a loud crack and saw lots of snow go flying up in the air on the next mountain over.
Canada grabbed his sled and quickly began jogging over to the point of impact, hoping that it wasn't a person who had he had heard fall...
He arrived at the scene and gasped. There, partially covered by the snow, was Russia.
Of course, Canada had seen Russia before at G8 meetings, and he was even sat upon by him once. Of course, Russia had never noticed Canada, due to the fact that the latter was usually invisible.
"Russia-san?" Canada asked carefully. Upon hearing no response, he lightly poked the larger nation with his foot, but to no avail. The violet-eyed nation was out cold.
Canada mentally debated what to do. I can't just leave him here! But he's so scary!
Eventually, morals won out over fear, and Canada lifted the snowy country onto the sled with some difficulty.
Even with Kumajiro helping push from the back, it still took Canada several hours to lug Russia back to the former's cabin, which was around six miles away.
When they finally arrived at their destination, Canada dragged Russia into his cozy log cabin wile still on the sled, and promptly collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. He took off his heavy coat and hung it beside the fireplace. He also pushed Russia in front of it, praying that he didn't have hypothermia or anything serious. He's a cold country like me, he'll be fine, Canada reasoned with himself.
It then occurred to the pancake loving country that Russia had probably broken some bones from his fall from... Whatever he fell from. Canada hurried up the stairs to his room to find his emergency supplies and brought the case they were in down. Guessing that Russia had probably broken only his face and arms, Canada began bandaging him from there. He then checked all the other bones to make sure, as well, but he had been right to begin with.
After patching Russia up, the Canadian walked to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, humming as he did so.
As he was stirring, he suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The shy Canadian shivered, thinking that Kumajiro had gone out to meet his polar bear friends again. He poured the first cup of hot chocolate and handed it to Kumajiro, who was standing at Canada's feet.
Wait... What?
He ran back to the living room, grabbing his lumberjack's axe on the way, expecting some sort of house invader coming to steal his pancakes.
Instead, he was greeted with an open door with a gale blowing in, a missing Russia, and a note.
Canada cautiously peered out the door, looking for any signs of Russia's ominously tall figure, but it appeared that the white-haired yandere had already disappeared.
Sighing, Canada closed the door and picked up the note. It was very short, written on a torn off portion of Russia's scarf:
Спасибо.
~R
Canada didn't know much Russian, but being the courteous nation that he was, he at least knew what it meant:
Thank you.
Canada smiled faintly to himself and looked out the window.
Kumajiro toddled into the room, still holding his mug of hot chocolate. "Who are you?" he asked inquisitively.
"I'm Canada," Canada whispered, still looking out the window.
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