Lawl me again. My friend and I thought this one up and it had to be done, HAD TO I SAY! –blinks and clears throat- ahem…Oh and yes I will finish my other fanfic soon I just wanted to start another up. Rated just in case. CanadaXUkraine along with some good old fashioned RussiaXAmerica..other couples if you can think of any. Nations human names will be used at times. Warning horrible Grammar other than that Enjoy!

Oooooooh and italic's mean either a thought or a flash back….lol wavy screen action. XD

Matthew stared out at the on-going blizzard and sighed turning back to his desk to finish his paper work. Sometimes it was really hard being the embodiment of a country, Canada to be exact. He twirled a pen in his hand absently as he went over the events and strange feelings that had taken place recently.

A month ago…..

Canada had barely managed to escape being sat on by Russia…again. His problem now was the fact that he didn't have a seat anymore.

"Um, I'm going to find a chair okay? I promise I won't be long."

His soft voice was barely heard over the shouting voices of France and England who had just gotten into another argument. Frustrated he stormed out of the room in search of a chair. Dragging one of the benches from the hallway he jiggled the handle to the door and to his chagrin found it had been locked. He placed his bear on the ground and tugged at the door. He cursed the fact that he could only show his true strength during a hockey game or when he least expected it. He wished he was more in control of it like America. Finding he couldn't open it he knocked politely.

"Ah, I'm back can you let me in?"

The constant noise actually ceased on the other side of the door and Canada had that small beam of hope that he was actually being noticed. His dream immediately fell when the voice of his older twin brother rang long and clear.

"W-what was that? Was that a ghost?"

There was a commotion on the other side and sounded like America had taken shelter underneath a table.

"You idiot! That was probably just the wind! Watch I'm sure nothing's out there."

England's voice carried as he walked toward the door and looked straight at Canada. England's green eyes shifted up and down the hallway and he snorted.

"You see no one's here!"

Canada felt his jaw drop. He absolutely couldn't believe that he was standing right in front of the other and he wasn't even seen. His breathe hitched as the English man looked down at his feet.

"Oy…what are you doing here?"

England picked up the bear and cocked his head,

"What are you doing here all by yourself…shouldn't you be with…wait what was his name again…."

He pondered the situation further as he cradled the bear in his arms. And Canada caught the eyes of his animal friend and stared into the deep black eyes pleadingly. 'Please you have to remember me. Tell them who I am.' The bear as if it could read his mind cocked his head to the side and licked his paw absently.

"Who are you?"

Just then Canada wanted to scream and shout and shake the little bear. How could he not know who his own master was? He fumed, his face turning a vibrant red as he opened his mouth to shout profanities at the other nations.

"Eh England, get in here aru we have to finish our discussion aru."

The eldest nation raised an eyebrow and beckoned the other inside. In response England shrugged and carried the bear inside shutting the door behind him. All of Canada's fury was gone as he slowly lowered the arm that was raised and his eyes dropped. This was definitely the breaking point. He visibly shook as he walked head lowered down the hall. There was no real point in staying, not when no one noticed you. He turned the corner and was nearing the exit when he heard soft crying coming from further down the hall. His purple blue eyes widened in surprise and walked slowly toward the sound.

There on a bench not too far away was a female with short platinum blond locks. She wore simple clothes that made it obvious that she had a rather large chest. She held her hands to her face and sobbed shoulders visibly shaking. It was a site that made Canada's heart ache. 'Wow…my troubles are nothing compared to hers.' He gathered his bearings and drew quietly closer to the other addressing her in a voice even softer then his usual whisper.

"U-ukraine? Are you okay?"

Ukraine's stiffened and looked up her eyes filled with shock. She seemed frozen in place as she stared at Canada.

"Ukraine?"

Tears continued to stream down the others cheeks as she sat in a daze. Canada's shoulders hunched and he gave a sigh. She probably couldn't see him either. He was ready to turn around when he heard the other's accented voice speak up.

"Ah, y-yes I'm fine. Please don't leave I was just surprised is all."

He looked back in shock at the smiling face of Ukraine as she smiled at him happily eyes bright and sincere.

"Wait…you can….you can see me?"

His eyes widened as he stared at the other as she attempted to clean her tear stained face. He fumbled through is pockets and fished out a crumpled handkerchief and handed it to her. She smiled hiding it behind her hand and took the item from the other.

"Of course I can see you silly Canada. I was just surprised because no one usually pays any attention to me."

She dabbed at her eyes and then stared at the white piece of cloth on her lap smiling sadly. Canada after getting over the initial shock of not only seeing him but actually getting his name right sat down beside her.

"I'm…I'm always trying to make new friends…..I have Vanya but I can't talk to him and Belarus is always around Vanya so I can't talk to her either…I can't talk too either of them….so…so."

Her eyes filled with tears threatening to fall once more and Canada stumbled over words that would stop the other from crying.

"Ohpleasedon'tcry.I'llbeyourfriend."

Ukraine's blue eyes widened in surprise and she snapped her head up to look straight into his. Canada felt his face get hot and he pretended briefly that he was cleaning his glasses.

"I-I'm mean. I have the same problem as you do…I was surprised you could even see me."

He chuckled sadly to himself shaking his head as he placed the glasses back on his face.

"…..Do you mean it?"

The voice was so soft he barely heard it as he snapped up felt his heart lurch. The look on her face was one of hope. It was so incredibly fragile, trusting, and innocent that he just wanted to cradle the other in his arms. He wanted to brush away those tears, and make her smile just as she had before. He gently held the others hand and gave it squeeze and smiled radiantly at her.

"Yes. I mean it."

He gave a surprised yelp which was quickly muffled by the other's large breasts. His face grew hot and he looked up at the other, as best he could, to find a beautiful smile gracing her face once more. She held on for dear life and clenched her eyes as if the moment was merely a dream and she would awake any moment.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

His arms wrapped around the other awkwardly and patted her back gently. He wanted to stay in her warm embrace and would have had not the need for air been greater. He squirmed slightly and could feel the other let out a gasp and release him. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses and stole a glance at the other who was just as red as he was.

"Sorry I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that…I'm just happy…happy that we're friends."

Canada smiled brightly and placed a hand over the others.

"I'm happy we're friends too. Come on we should go back to the meeting."

He got up and held his hand out to the other. She smiled and took his hand allowing him to help her up. Holding hands they walked down the hall toward the meeting. Stealing a look over at the other Canada smiled softly focusing on the warm hand in his. 'Even if the whole world ignores me…and doesn't know I exist. I have one person who acknowledged my existence…and that's all that matters.' He smiled brighter as he nodded toward the other and they entered the room together.

Canada blushed as his thoughts were brought back to the warmth of her smile and touch. The next couple of weeks after that they had sat together at meetings and talked on the phone occasionally. He was amazed that he hadn't noticed Ukraine before. 'I was probably too worried about my own problems' he thought to himself with a frown. He tapped the pencil absently wondering what he should do about his new found feelings for Ukraine. He liked her a lot and he didn't want to admit it but he was jealous the rare times France or Korea actually paid any attention to her. And that was usually only because of her large breasts.

He frowned at this thought and found that he was squeezing the pen a little too tightly. He dropped it and stared at the red indent it had made on his skin. He knew that the other countries were relentless when it came to Ukraine's chest and it made her very embarrassed. He wanted to tell the others to back off, that Ukraine was hi-. He gasped and cut off the thought even before it could be born. How could he feel that way about his friend? 'But I like her much more than a friend…don't I?' He bit his lip frustrated with himself.

"Gah why can't I get this right!"

He gripped his blond locks tugging at them when a small noise to his left made him freeze. He turned to find Kumajirou staring intently at him.

"Ah Kimajiroro….I didn't see you there…a-are you hungry?"

He wasn't at all surprised by the blank look he was given by the other and sighed. He was just glad he hadn't said anything about his odd behavior. He gazed down at the phone on his desk and nodded as if it had just given him the most brilliant answer in the world.

"I'll do it!"

The bear merely cocked its head to the side in wonder. What exactly had the other thought of…and who the hell was he. He nearly jumped when the other swung him around and into a tight hug.

"I just hope she doesn't reject me."

He smiled down at the bear and plopped him right back on the floor before rushing back to his desk and seizing the phone. He quickly dialed the number and smiled nervously as a voice was heard on the other line.

"H-hello?"

He gulped and leaned back in his chair beaming.

"Hello Ukraine I have something to ask you."

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Russia walked through Ukraine's house searching for her office door. He still needed the gas money she owed him and was hoping for once she'd be there for him to talk to her. She had always made it a habit to avoid him when this time came around. In reality he wanted to believe that was the only reason why she avoided him. He sighed and turned the corner walking up to her door.

For once in a very long time he actually hesitated. He played with the peeling wall paper beside the door knob a frown gracing his lips. 'What if she tries to avoid me again I really don't want to make her unhappy…not after how happy she's been these past weeks.' He had kept his distance from his elder sister but had noticed that she had smiled a lot more…more then she should considering she was staring happily at an empty chair. He sighed shaking his head adjusting one of his leather gloves. He spoke to himself in a hushed whisper.

"I really hope you haven't lost your sanity Katyusha. You're the only sane one left out of the three of us. And once yours is gone…."

He dismissed the thought and raised his hand to knock the door and froze in place once he heard his sister's laughter ring like bells through the door.

"Ah, Matthew do you mean it? You don't know how happy this makes me…I love you too."

Russia's violet eyes widened as the last part was whispered with love seeping out of every word. He mind seemed to race a mile a minute as he tried to assess the situation. 'Matthew…where have I heard that name before…' His brow furrowed and eyes narrowed drowning out his sister's squeals of happiness as he fought to remember. His eyes shot open when his thoughts brought up a certain blond blue eyed nation, America.

Russia frowned and looked down curiously on the chair he had decided to sit on for the summit. This one definitely was different from the others. It felt all wrong and he could have sworn it was moving and whining. 'This better not be one of England's chairs…'His thoughts were broken as an annoying voice broke the sound barrier.

"Hey what the hell do you think you're doing!"

He turned his ever innocent smile to the bane of his very existence. America glared at him hands on hips and glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! You're sitting on my brother!"

Russia's eyes widened a fraction at the outrageously accusation of the other. What games was the little American playing this time.

"Brother, America? I'm merely sitting here minding my own business and I'm positive I am sitting on a chair and not your sibling."

He faced forward in his chair fully ready to ignore the nuisance all together when the other started to tug on his arm angrily.

"Bull Shit. You know damn well what you're doing. Get off you fat ass!"

Russia's smile twitched and he was just about ready to deal with the other when a soft voice made him freeze.

"Maple!"

America who hadn't seemed to hear the other was still tugging on the other's arm not noticing that he had moved an inch. Russia peered down confused and noticed a bobbing curl. He was disturbed to say the least. He unlatched his arm from the American's and got up to peer down at the other in one fluid motion. America who was caught off guard flew backward with a yelp and landed un-heroically on his bum.

Indeed he had been sitting on someone. He was surprised he hadn't seen or felt him. The blond looked almost identical to America except for his attire, his wavy blond hair and his indigo uncertain eyes. Russia blinked down at the other who was visibly shaking.

"Ah, please accept my apology. I didn't see you there…."

He couldn't place the name of the boy and was shoved out of the way by his twin.

"Canada. His name is Canada and don't you forget it!"

America gave the Russian a glare poking him in the chest several times during the statement trying to get his point across. He turned to his brother looking at him worried.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine"

Canada was still shaking slightly and America huffed angrily looking back at the tall Russian.

"See you broke him!

He tugged on his brother's arm and pulled him along with him to the other side of the table. England rolled his eyes at the display of his former charge.

"Come off it America you forget him all the time and you have no right to yell at Russia for forgetting this one time."

He sighed as America completely ignored the statement. He clung to Canada's arm and glared from across the table at Russia. Russia had taken his seat once more and smiled brightly at England.

"Why England thank you so much for defending me but you needn't worry I will simply ignore him like I always do."

England blanched and glared coldly at Russia. France simply chuckled holding a rose to his chin.

"I'm jealous Arthur. I wish you would show that much concern for my wellbeing."

This of course resulted in another full out brawl between the two and Russia merely smiled back at the glare he was receiving from the other.

"Canada….America's twin brother."

The thought of Ukraine associating herself with anyone from that part of the world made his blood run cold. And the fact that he was America's sibling made it all the more troubling. It had always been his fear that he would lose his loved ones to the west. He had never expected America's brother to make a move such as this one. The boy was such an anomaly that no one knew much about him. And now he had trapped his sweet elder sister. He lowered his hand and took a step from the door cringing at his sister's happy voice.

He had no choice he had to investigate the situation further. He didn't want to be related to the American idiot, his smile twitched at the thought. He walked down the hall his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the empty house. He knew what he had to do now. As much as he hated it he had to discuss this with the idiot. He would surely lose brain cells in the process but it was for the greater good. He racked his brain for what to actually say to the other as he drove out of the driveway.

There was one thing he knew for sure. America would not want to be related to him anymore then he would. And this was probably the only thing they would have agreed on in a long time.

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Whoa a lot longer than I thought it would be. Curse my constant writing. XD So yesh Sorry about the super lame idea but I had fun writing it and that's all that matters in my book! –dances like a retard-

I spent a long time on Canada's feelings and stuff because I needed to establish how they met. I'll get to the Russia and America interactions next chapter and you'll hear more from Ukraine. Damn I heart that couple so much! –Squeals-

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