A/N: What's this? I'm posting another story? Why yes, yes I am. This is basically about what happens when Russia causes Canada to snap. It might be the start of WWIII but I'm not sure of that yet. There will be aspects of Russia/Canada but it really is not the main focus. Also there will be bloody character death and just a lot of blood in general. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Hetalia.

Canada had no idea why he was here, in his brother's territory, staring out over the water hoping to catch a glimpse of a nation as frozen as he was. He had known that this was a pointless endeavor as soon a as he had thought of it, but he couldn't help but try. He shouldn't have done this, it only lead to disappointment. He knew better than to listen to the people on America's television shows, but the loneliness and isolation spurred him on. So now here he sat, in Wales, Alaska, staring out over the water of the Bering Strait with the Northern Lights tracing patterns in the sky above him. Canada let out a sigh not knowing what else to do now that his journey was fruitless.

"I don't really feel like going home yet," he mumbled to himself. "I guess I'll just stay here a little longer." Canada then leaned back so he was lying on his back in the snow, looking up at the sky and let his mind wonder.

Russia was unsure what convinced him to travel to the small town of Wales, Alaska but as he stepped off the plane at the airport he had the feeling that something amazing was about to happen. As he traveled through the town, the feeling started to leave him. The people of the town kept giving him strange looks. It was obvious to them that he was an outsider. To escape their scrutiny he headed to the coast hoping that the water would allow the bright feeling to return.

A rare smile crossed his face when he reached the water. The Strait was something that was familiar to him. It was almost his own. He walked its shore, seeing the differences between this side and his, lost in his thoughts, until he saw something odd ahead of him. Someone was lying in the snow. He walked up to the person, expecting it to be an injured townsperson but was shocked when saw it was Canada. Seeing him caused the feeling to return and spurred Russia forward.

The nation lying in the snow looked at Russia as he got closer. A relieved looked crossed his face when he realized who was walking towards him. When Russia sat down next to him, Canada finally removed his back from the snow. The look he gave him confused Russia. It was full of pure glee.

"What is Matvey doing out here," Russia decided to ask.

"Looking for you," was Canada's reply.

This sent Russia into even deeper confusion and made him wonder if Canada was as bad at geography as his brother. He just decided to inquire into reasoning behind the boy's current location. "In Alaska?"

The snow covered nation ducked his head in embarrassment as he gave his answer, "I heard a rumor that I could see your land from here."

Russia giggled when he heard this, "Silly Matvey, you should know better than that. I am much too far away," he sent his companion a small mocking smile then a thought crossed his mind. "But why was Matvey looking for me?"

A look of emptiness crossed Canada's dull eyes; it was then that Russia noticed that everything about the nation seemed dull. "I wanted someone to talk to," this was said in a voice so soft he almost didn't hear it.

When he had confirmed that he actually heard an answer, Russia asked the question that Canada was dreading, "Why didn't you go to Amerika?"

Canada hesitated before whispering, "I did, but…that didn't work out so well."

He cringed as he remembered going to his brother's house, of having him look right through him as he stood outside America's door. He felt weak when he thought about how his brother didn't see him, how he had looked around before shutting the door, having decided that no one was there.

"Did he forget you?" Canada was startled from his thoughts. He had almost forgotten that Russia was still there.

"Then he didn't see you."

This surprised Canada even more. He whispered, "How did you know?"

Russia chuckled and put on a cruel face, "Amerika is blind to most things. I know how he ignores Matvey, looks right through you. It seems that those glasses don't help much," he giggled once again. "Yet it's not only Amerika who forgets Matvey, now is it?"

Canada was surprised to find himself shaking his head.

"No of course not," Russia continued. "The rest of the world forgets Matvey, too. They don't see you. They can't hear you. You're invisible, nothing but a ghost, to them."

Canada thought about all the meetings he never got to speak at, every birthday that was missed, every time his was thought to be America, and realized how true Russia's words were. Was he really so naïve as to have not noticed this before?

"Aren't you, Canada?" Russia's voice had deepened and taken on a frigid undertone.

Canada had a faraway look in his dull eyes as he replied with an unfocused, "Yeah, invisible…forgotten."

Russia suddenly stood up and held out a hand so Canada could do so as well. "People ignore me now, too," he started. "But they still remember me. The great nation of Russia will always be remembered."

Russia gestured across the Strait with the hand that was not holding Canada's, "Those lands will never be forgotten. People will remember her war efforts and the Soviet Union."

Canada protested weakly, "But Canada helped in the wars, too! We were feared! What about the War of 1812?"

Russia turned to Canada, took his other hand, and gave him a look that was supposed to be caring, "My dear Matvey, can't you see that only you and your people remember those times? You were out shone by everyone else."

"But…"Canada couldn't think of a protest.

Russia's face was still trying to be caring, "Can't Matvey see? You're being overshadowed, used, and ignored."

Canada's eyes became unfocused again and his head lowered as he nodded.

The care fell from Russia's face and his thoughts turned more sinister, "And do you know who does it the most?"

"Who," Canada whispered with intense curiosity and the deep need to know.

Russia grinned like the madman he was as he said the word that would break Canada.

"Amerika," echoed through the air as Canada's head suddenly snapped up and his pupils dilated before his eyes closed and he fell to the snowy ground.

Russia knelt next to the other nation to check for injuries. Canada opened his eyes after a few seconds and Russia's breath caught. The once dull nation now owned large sparkling eyes and it seemed as if his whole being gained color and mass, making him a great contrast to the snow around them.

Russia looked into violet eyes that seemed so much like his own, "Is Matvey alright?"

"Perfectly fine," Russia was pretty sure that was the first time Canada had spoken at a normal level in a very long time and his cold heart warmed as he saw the twisted smile on Canada's face.

"Well then go home, little Matvey," Russia helped the smaller nation off of the ground. "And I'll stop by to see you tomorrow."