For a U.N meeting the countries decided to bring their capitals with them. A good idea because they usually don't get to interact with other countries or capitals. Now it's a good idea but that doesn't mean it gets executed well. Oh well.

Candace Williams or Ottawa hated it that her father wasn't given respect or even remembered. And through out the meeting it drove her up further and further up the proverbial wall. They forgot to take his vote and ask his opinion. But this next one made her snap. He was trying to bring to attention a quite large matter that was happening in the Middle East, trying to ask for some help with a peacekeeping mission when someone asked."Who's he?"

Oh that was it for Candace she stood up, her violet eyes blazing and her golden curly hair spread out like a halo around her head. She looked a lot like an avenging angel. "Who's he? Who's he? He is Canada! The secound largest country in the world! He helps every single one of you out more times than I can count and you can't remember him? He's forgiven all of you for anything you might have done to him! He's a part of the G8! He's most of your trading partners! He was in both world wars! He accepted all of your views, even if they differ from his! And yet you forget him through all he's done. For christ sake U.S he's your brother! England and France raised him and they forget him half the time! Cuba do you realize all the things he went through with being your friend and you beat him up constantly! You guys should be ashamed of yourselves! You don't deserve a country like mine to be your friend!" She ranted to each one of them staring them in the eye with a glare so bad that even Russia flinched. She smoothed out her red and white dress and sat down quite calmly with everyone staring at her. Canada merely smiled at his headstrong capital and gave her a kiss on her cheek. They could hear a snickering beside them and saw Willa or Washington laughing.

"Oh good one couz, that was excellent!" She snickered out and gave her a small high five. Everyone just blushed and kept their head down ashamed, except for one capital. Moscow gave a small smile and nod to his northern neighbour. Candace merely blushed prettily and smiled back. I guess you could say that they were dating. They got together once a week for a little one-on-one hockey, drank vodka and Canadian club and ended up at her house talking till the sun rose.

After that the meeting merely continued normally except for Canada was taking into consideration and remembered a little bit more. After the meeting the capitals talked to eachother for a bit. Everyone was impressed with Candace's outbourst. Well except for Berlin but he like order as much as his dad. And again Paris did his smooth talking which lead London to smack him and say that he was cheating on her with someone a quarter his age.

Moscow or Alexei merely stood on the edge of the crowd everyone was afraid of him. Ottawa didn't know why. Sure he was tall and was impressively built but that came from years of being a soldier and hockey. His looks maybe? Black curly hair that was a little too long, touching his eyebrows, bottom of his ears and collar. His eyes the faintest blus, ore like someone spread silver on top of a saphire. His strong looks were rough, his accent...Oh, Candace melted when he spoke. For the meeting he wore a thin black pullover sweater over a white button down shirt and a loose red tie. Tight fitting black jeans with shiny black work boots peaking out underneath.

Sure he looked older than her, he looked about twenty when she looked maybe sixteen. But come on she was one hundred and fifty-five years old! It's not like she's jail bait or anything. She smiled at him and walked over to him. He looked at her with amusement."That was a brave thing you did there По-русски." She knew that meant princess in Russian, she blushed.

"It was nothing. You stand behind your country. You stick up for them and if an idea is crazy you shoot it down, call them stupid and make them come up with plan b." She smiled at him, but his happy expression went dark for a moment.

"And sometimes you try to stop and you get stuck in the basement for a week." He laughed then, harsh, angry and bitter. Not his usual laugh at all. He looked to the ground and stared. Ottawa didn't know what to do, Canada never abused her so she didn't know what to say. So she simply raised a hand to his broad shoulders and rubbed in soft circles. He looked up to her face and she gave him a reasuring smile.

"So we still on for our match tonight?" she asked brightly. He smiled at her softly and nodded.

"Yes I'll pick you up at eight. Now come the cafeteria is calling me and I know she speaks to you too." He took her hand and started walking to the cafeteria together. Both of them pretending that a bunch of capitals aren't staring at them with their mouths gaping.

Canada saw this and was uneasy. He knew Ottawa and Moscow were friends but didn't know that they wanted anything more. And he was scared forr Ottawa, he didn't want the burly russian to break her heart. He turned to try to find Russia.

He was sitting with his sisters at a conference table talking quietly. Now why couldn't Ottawa date Ukraine's son, he mourned. Kiev was a nice boy, oh well. He cleared his throat quietly to call attention to himself. The trio looked up and smiled at him.

"Ah Comrade Matvey, what can I do for you?" Russia smiled at him. Matthew shivered.

"I was wondering if I could speak to you alone for a moment?" He asked quietly.

"Sure, of course." He nodded and began to stand but Belarus held his arm to herr chest and glared at the canadian. Russia quietly said something to her and she quickly let go of her brother's arm. Russia and Canada walked outside for a bit before the russian asked what was the matter.

"Well I just noticed that you're son and my daughter are very close. And I was just wondering if well he's a you know stand up guy? Cause I'm very protective of her and I don't want to see her hurt and if he hurts her, then I have to hurt him, and then you'd hurt me and I don't want World War Three to start, you know?" He sort of rambled faster through the end because Russia's eyes some what scared him when he talked of war.

"Oh no Matvey. My son is a good 'd never hurt a girl and besides if he did he would get punished. So do not worry. You're daughter is in very good hands. Now I will see you later Comrade Matver. I must get back to my sisters." Russia patted him on the head and then left the poor canadian who was about to faint just from the fact that Russia touched him.

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