The weekly conference meeting began as usual. England and America started arguing while France poked fun at both. No one was focused, and some started having side conversations. These meetings are rarely productive, the only reason Canada came was because America told him it was mandatory. Why am I even here? Canada thought hopelessly to himself. No one ever wants to know what I think. This is so stupid. Just as Canada stooped low into his chair, giving up, a certain someone across the room caught his eye.

Russia stood from his chair, with a small smile on his face, and excused himself from the room. He then walked out, scarf trailing out behind him, looking graceful. Canada couldn't help himself. His eyes followed Russia straight out of the room until he was left staring at an empty doorway. After realizing he was practically drooling, he shook himself out of his slight daze. Deciding that the meeting wasn't going to go anywhere, Canada excused himself also.

Once he got into the hallway, Canada started to wonder. Russia never really spoke in the meetings. He usually just watched the others argue, never really bringing attention to himself. Much like poor Canada. Without paying much attention, Canada rounded the corner and ran into something. The force was so strong that it knocked him backwards onto his butt.

"Ugh" he sighed with frustration. He placed his hand on his head and groaned.

"Oh," a startled voice said. "Hello Canada." the voice had a cute accent... A Russian accent.

Canada looked up and, much to his terror, saw Russia standing there looking back down at him with a small smile. That's when he realized that it was Russia that he bumped into. "R-Russia…!" he stuttered in his silent voice that he used when he talked to others.

Russia nodded softly and extended his hand out to Canada. "Are you alright?" Canada just nodded, feeling heat come to his cheeks. He took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet. Wow, he's strong. Canada gasped mentally, noting how effortlessly Russia lifted him to his feet. Russia narrowed his eyes and looked at Canada's head. "Are you sure? You took a hard fall"

Canada swore his breath hitched when Russia stepped closer to examine his head. "I-I'm fine... I swear." Canada uttered quietly with a shy smile. Russia seemed startled by the sudden statement and blinked twice at Canada. Almost as if he was embarrassed, his hands dropped from Canada's head and he stepped back. Canada wasn't too sure of he was relieved or not. Russia being so close made him feel nervous, but... He liked it. The very thought made Canada feel uneasy. Quickly, he turned on his heels and walked back to the room saying over his shoulder nervously "I... uh... I-I... America probably is w-wondering where I am... B-Bye!" Smooth, real smooth. Canada mentally facepalmed.

Russia watched as Canada nervously shuffled away. Damn. He thought. I messed up. He barely knew Canada, considering he rarely heard him speak, but he always had... this feeling for him. Feeling? Well, that's the only way Russia could explain it. The reason he even came to this 'meetings', aside from being entertained by the mindless arguing, was so he could see Canada. It was stupid, he knew. For Canada could never think of him that way.

He strode back in the room and took his seat across the table from the shy blonde. He was busy talking to America about something and was paying no attention to Russia. America laughed and then proceeded to dominate the conversation. For some reason, Russia never truly liked America. The way he treated Canada made Russia feel... almost angry. Once the meeting was over, Russia called his close friend Germany.

"Ho-low?" A very heavy German accent answered.

"Germany, this is Russia. I need to talk to you about something."

"Yah, vhat is it?" his friend sounded genuinely concerned.

"I-I... I need some help."

"Um-hum" the voice on the other end nodded, compelling Russia to continue talking.

"It's about Canada, I-I...-"

"Canada? Is it a political issue or..." Germany trailed off, hoping Russia would fill it in.

"No, it's not that... I think... I... I don't know. I have these feelings... I-" Once he said it out loud, Russia immediately stopped talking. It sounded childish. Sadly, Russia couldn't think of a better way to put it. The other line only 'hmm'd in thought, making Russia regret saying what he did. "Germany? Oh, forget it... It sounded stupid."

"No" the German sighed. "No it doesn't." Russia slightly perked up at his friend saying this. He started to wonder if it was genuine or not, but was instantly answered. "I know how you feel. Resorting to such simple words to explain something so complex."He was being genuine. Germany has feelings for someone? But who? Russia began to wonder. Suddenly, a muffled voice in the background caught his attention.

"Germany? Who are you talking to?" It sounded oddly familiar but Russia couldn't name the voice for the life of his.

"It's Russia." Germany called back to the mysteriously bubbly voice.

"Oh. Okay~! I'll ask you later." Said the bubbly voice.

"Okay." Germany came back to the phone. "Vwant to hang out sometime this week? We can talk more then."

"Alright," sighed Russia. "You think Prussia will come?"

"Yah, he vwill. The guy can't turn down beer" Germany laughed, and Russia smiled.

The call ended and he then left the room he had turned into for a more private conversation. Just as he turned a corner he heard a strange noise. Being the curious guy that he is, Russia followed the noise. It led him to the upstairs floor, and in a room that was similar to the others he saw the source of the noise. In the classroom-like room, sitting in the window-sill, was a sad looking Canada. He had his legs pulled up against his body, and his chin resting on his knees. The way he was staring out the window suggested he had a lot on his mind.

He wanted to go in the room so bad. He wanted to help Canada. Then he remembered what happened earlier today. When Canada bumped onto him and fell backwards. The feeling of thinking Canada being hurt and wanting to help. The feeling of regret hit him so hard, like ocean waves crashing into the shoreline. A sudden realization came down on him. What if Canada... Doesn't feel the same way? Canada seemed so nervous and uncomfortable. He was about to leave, when a loud voice caught his attention.

"Yo! Canada, bro, I have a question." The loud blonde said casually.

"Yes, America?" Canada said ever-so-politely to his brother.

"See, I was thinking-" America went off on one of his tangents. Canada lost interest quickly and returned his gaze back to the window. America was talking about aliens and superheroes. Canada couldn't focus on him as much as he tried. His thoughts were all wrapped around Russia. Why did he only notice him today? Why did he seem so caring one moment then totally different the next? . Ugh. Why am I so bad at talking to people?!

"Ugh. I'm so goddamn shy." he muttered outloud bitterly.

"Huh? What bro?" America paused his speech and blinke twice at Canada.

"It's n-nothing." Canada gave his usual responce for when someone asked him what he said. America raised his brow, ovbiously not convinced by his answer.

"Dude. Come on, I knew you said something." the blonde exasperated.

"I said: I'm so goddamn s-shy." Canada repeated. It was stronger this time, not as bitter. He was still quiet in comparison to his brother. America punched his arm playfully.

"I already knew that!" he laughed so loud, Canada was sure the people outside heard him. "You just figuring this out, er what?!" he continued to laugh.

Canada frowned. America didn't get it, he wasn't even sure why he thought he would. He did, however, pick up on Canada's mood. "Dude, come on. I didn't hit you that hard." Canada sighed and gave America a look. "Alright. What's wrong?"

"I-it's nothing, America. Forget it." Still not impressed with the answer, America grabbed Canada in a headlock. Canada struggled against the strong arm that was wrapped around his neck and kicked his legs in an attempt to get free. "Aurgh! A-America! Stop!"

"No! Not until you tell me what's wrong." the blonde said surprising calm and casual.

"Augh! Am...erica!" he whined, finding it harder to breathe.

"No!" America said stubbornly.

"PLEASE! Let... me... g-go..." he face was turning a slight shade of Red. Someone entered the room making both countries look up. It was Russia.

His expression was unreadable. It ranged from many feelings. From shocked to embarrassed. There was something else there too. Canada noticed it was the first emotion that happened, and it kept coming back. It was mostly when Russia looked at America, or the arm around Canada's neck. It was anger.

"R-Russia?" Canada stuttered still not be able to breathe properly.

"What are you doing?" he asked sounding curious and sweet.

America messed with Canada's hair and laughed. "Just some good ol' brotherly love. Right bro?" Canada nodded.

"S-sure."

Russia looked slightly confused. "Oh." he then smiled sweetly, a good act on his part. "Then might I ask why you're choking him?"

America's eyes widened a bit and he looked down at Canada. "It's a brother thing..." he nervously laughed. Canada continued to try and swallow some air but America's arm was somewhat preventing that.

Russia raised a brow. "Oh..." America continued to hold Canada, arm tightly clasped around his neck. The look on Canada's face made Russia feel this terrible feeling. It was burning through his veins, making him want to strike America. He looked so helpless. America, on the other hand, looked cocky and superior.

"A-A-America? C-Can you... L-Let me me go now?" America reluctently let his arm drop to his side. After receiving a terrifying glare from Russia, America quickly left the room. Canada didn't see Russia glaring at America. He was coughing too much to notice.

"You ok?" Russia asked, his intense purple gaze set upon the panting blonde. His purple orbs met icy blue ones as Canada looked up at him.

"Y-yeah." he said while trying to catch his breath.

"That didn't look loving..." Russia commented, keeping his distance from Canada so that he didn't repeat what happened this morning.

"That's America for ya. He's kind of an asshole." Canada said standing up straight and looking shyly at Russia.

"I noticed." he said glaring at the door that the annoying blonde just walked out of.

"Thanks." Canada muttered quietly. He couldn't believe how amazing Russia was. He couldn't believe that he was even there now. Russia perked at the small voice and smiled.

"No problem." Trying to keep himself from rushing next to the shy blonde, he turned and left the room. Canada looked up to see that he was now alone. Russia had gone, and America disappeared somewhere. He pulled out his phone and dialed up his friend.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Finland?"

"Oh, hello Canada"

"I need your help with something..."

Okay, so this was my first chapter! I hope you like it. This was my first time writing a yaoi so please be nice! I've been wanting to do it because... Well I love yaoi xD and also, I don't know how common this pairing is. I also don't care. I just thought one day, "hey Russia and Canada would be cute." so here you go! Ahaha. So since I'm new, no flames please ^_^

Also, I wrote this from my phone so if there are some errors... I'm sorry. My phone is so tempermental ."

Bye now!