Russia hummed as he walked into the room where the world meeting was to be held. He planned on sitting in his favorite seat today Canada's lap. He smiled Canada's lap was always so comfy and it was fun to hear the little noises that escaped the boy's mouth as he struggled to breath. Russia smiled as he looked around the room for the chair that his little Canadian was sitting in.

Russia found the seat Canada was in and pretended not to notice him as he sat down. Russia smiled as he heard the small squeak from the timid little Canadian he was sitting on.

He was glad that nobody really noticed his little Canada. It was better this way he wouldn't have to share Canada with anyone because they all forgot about him.

Russia was sad once the meeting ended. Not because they had failed once again to get anything done but, because he had to get off of Canada's lap now. He sighed well there was always the next meeting.

Russia got up gathered his things and began to walk towards the door until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see who it was and smiled once he realized it was Canada.

"U-um Russia" Canada said in a whisper barely audible.

Russia smiled. "Who are you?" Russia of course knew who Canada was but liked to see the boy get a little worked up.

Canada frowned and looked down. "I'm Canada." he whispered.

Russia's smile grew. "Why are you dressed like that America?" He also knew Canada hated being mistaken for America. He knew a lot of things about Canada.

Canada furrowed his brows. Aw how cute Russia thought. "I'm not America I'm Canada." the boy said slightly louder but still a whisper.

Russia hummed. "What was that America? I couldn't hear you."

Now Canada was getting angry. To anyone else the boy would seem perfectly fine but Russia who knew so much about him knew the signs of his anger.

Canada finally looked up from the floor and looked at Russia with those beautiful eyes of his. This time Canada stated with confidence that he was indeed Canada not America.

Russia continued to smile and leaned down to Canada's ear and whispered. "I know comrade."

Russia leaned back to examine Canada's face. Such a nice face round and smooth, with beautiful skin, the slightest of blushes dusting his cheeks. Russia laughed inwardly at the way the boy kept his glasses on the tip of his nose. Oh and there was his beautiful hair wavy blonde locks that looked so soft. Russia wished he could entangle his fingers in that beautiful hair. Canada's beautiful face held a confused look which Russia also found cute. He found a lot of things about the Canadian cute.

Canada frowned. "I-if you knew who I w-was why di-" But Canada didn't get to finish his question.

"Mattie!" America hooked his arm around Canada's shoulder pulling him close. "Dude don't talk to Russia. You might catch communism." America sad calmly glaring at Russia who just smiled innocently. Canada's eyes widened at his brothers statement. "Alfred don't be so rude!" Canada whispered but much to his disappointment he was ignored by his older brother.

"Listen to me you commie bastard I don't want you anywhere near my brother. Ever. So stay away from him got it." Canada began to tremble fearing the two nations would get into a fight and that would not be good at all.

Russia glared at America wishing he would just go away so he could have Canada all to himself. The American was so annoying nothing like his adorable little brother. How was it possible the two were related?

America stepped closer to Russia shoving him. "Did you hear me! I said stay away from Mattie!" Russia however did not react to the Americans yelling only blinking and smiling innocently. America growled clearly annoyed with the Russians blatant disregard of his threats.

America moved closer to Russia and shoved him again much harder causing the Russian man to stumble back. Anger flashed in Russia's eyes and he glared at America.

"I would suggest you keep your hands to yourself." Russia said trying to keep his growing anger in check. America laughed. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?" America said balling his hands into fist at his side.

"A-al please stop." Canada whispered tugging at his brothers sleeve. "Let's j-just go." America didn't turn to look at his brother. "Don't worry Mattie. We can go as soon as I teach this communist bastard to stay away from you."

Canada began to tremble slightly and wrung his hands nervously. Russia growled from the back of his throat. Well then if America wanted to make things difficult then Russia would most definitely not mind beating him to a bloody pulp.

"If you don't keep your greasy hands to yourself I will have to introduce you to Mr. pipe." Russia said taking a step closer to America ready to beat the obnoxious nation into gory mess.

America knew as well as everyone else in the room that Russia did indeed carry a pipe around with him and was not at all afraid to use it on anyone who dared to challenge him. But America was fueled by anger and wanted to show this commie pig who was boss. There was no way he could ever hurt the hero. America smirked. "Oh really know. You gonna hurt me with your scary pipe?" America asked sarcastically watching as Russia's eyes darkened with anger. "Well then. Come at me bro."

Russia smiled maliciously he would gladly take that invitation. Russia slid a pipe out from underneath his coat. It was true he always carried a pipe with him just incase he would need to use it, you never know when you may need a pipe. Now was a prime example of a time where he would need a pipe. In a swift motion Russia brought the pipe out from behind his back and began an even swifter descent to hit America in the head with it. However Russia's pipe did not collide with America's skull it was instead in the hand of Canada. Russia tilted his head confused Canada was not there a moment ago could he really move that fast.

"STOP IT!" Canada yelled angrily. Every one who was in the process of leaving turned to where the noise had come from. What most saw was America and Russia standing near each other while Russia's pipe hovered near America's head. Only two people in the room actually noticed the Canadian standing there holding the pipe. Those two people were France and England.

England walked over to where the three were standing. "America what the bloody hell are you doing?" England asked glaring at America. America decided to stop glaring at the pipe that had been inches from hitting him in the head and looked at England. "Iggy I had to protect Mattie from this commie!"

"What the hell America! How are you protecting him at all when he's the one stopping a pipe from bashing your skull in." England said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh no mon petit Mathieu. Are you ok?" France asked concern filling his eyes as he pried Matthew's fingers of the pipe to examine his hand.

"oh uh well you see I was gonna fight Russia so he would stay away from Mattie but…" America trailed off not knowing how to explain what he had done to England. "Mon Dieu!" France gasped as he looked at Matthew's hand that was red and seemed a little swollen. Canada flinched when France squeezed his hand. "Oh no come on Mathieu we have to go look at your hand." France said pulling Canada away.

"Wait Mattie got hurt! No the hero was suppose to stop that from happening I'll help take care of his hand." America yelled. England shook his head and followed America scolding him on not starting random fights with people.

Russia rubbed the back of his head and put his pipe away what a strange family. Canada turned around and waved at Russia with his good hand. Russia smiled and waved back. He was a little upset that he had hurt Canada but it was ok he would apologize another time when his obnoxious family was not around.