Hello! I'm terra and this is my first fanfiction! Yay! On to Disclaimers!

Disclaimers: I sadly do not own Hetalia, only the plot bunny.

Warnings: This story contains yaoi(boyxboy) and cursing. don't like, don't read. All flames will be used to make pancakes

Chapter 1

Canada sighed. Here he was, at the last World Summit meeting of this year, and still no one had talked to him. Sure, he was used to it, but that didn't mean he liked it. He sighed again. Oh well, he thought, at least it means that I don't get caught in any fights. Take England and France for example. They are always dragging others into their fight. Once, England tried to get Italy to attack France, but Germany came and took Italy away before he could do anything. At least they don't drag me into their little spats, Canada thought again as he sat down. He was still deep in thought when out of nowhere, he was suddenly squashed.

Russia had been having a very bad day. First, he was woken up by Belarus scratching at his hotel door demanding him to marry her. I swear, he shuddered, that's the only country Mother Russia does not want to be one with. After he snuck out the window, he went into town, only to find that none of the liquor stores were open yet, and since everyone was asleep, there was no one to be afraid of his ever growing dark aura. And it wasn't until he had gotten to the meeting room that he remembered that he had forgotten Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania at home so he couldn't scare the crap out of them during the meeting to raise his mood. Because of this, he had a dark aura around him and was kolkolkoling the whole meeting.

Canada was starting to freak out. Not only could he not move because of the weight on him, he could barely breathe! He tried to ask the person to please get off of him, but his already small voice was completely muffled by the big coat. Wait a minute, he thought, the only country that wears a big coat is … Russia! Canada squeaked in shock. While Canada did have a crush on the big country, he didn't want to be crushed by him! After trying to move for a while, Canada finally gave up and waited for the end of the meeting.

"Alright everyone, this is the last meeting of the year. We shall meet again next year. Lebewohl." Germany stated from the front of the room. Everyone quickly filed out of the large room until only Russia was left. Russia was getting up and was starting to leave, when he heard a quiet whoosh from behind him. He quickly turned around and brought out his pipe to bash in the moron's head who dared to sneak up o… ahem; he meant to say to protect himself from the "dangerous attacker".

Canada was scared out of his mind. Who wouldn't be, he thought, when there's a huge country towering over you while holding a huge bloody pipe! And where did he even pull it out from? Canada decided that he didn't need to know. Canada was cowering in fear when he felt a gloved finger being placed under his chin and roughly pushed his face up so that he was looking at Russia. While he had not been looking, Russia had put his face very close to Canada's, and he growled, "Kto vy?" Canada shivered from both fear and lust. Canada mentally slapped himself for thinking such dirty thoughts. While he had been thinking, Russia seemingly grew impatient, for he roughly shook Canada's head, and growled again. "Kto vy?" "I-I am very sorry, but I d-don't understand Russian," Canada squeaked. This made the tall man pause and look as if he was in thought. He slowly let go of Canada's face and stared at him.

Russia had never seen the man in front of him before. He looked a lot like that American bastard, but… cute. His hair was lighter, and his eyes were similar to his own. He was still looking at the small man when he realized he still didn't know his name. He was about to ask again, when out of nowhere, a small voice said, "Who are you?" The man bent down and picked up what looked like a small, fat, white dog. "I'm Canada" he said tiredly, as if he had answered this question hundreds of times before this. Vait a minute, Russia thought, doesn't America have a little brother named Canada? "I apologize malyutka; I did not know you were there." Canada looked surprised, like he had forgotten that he was there. "C-c'est bien, you did not know." "Vhat is that, if I may ask?" Canada widened his eyes. "H-he is not a thing. He is Kumajiro, a polar bear, and my only friend." Canada looked away when he said the last part, as if embarrassed. How cute, Russia thought. "How about if I became your friend as well?"

Canada couldn't believe it. First, his crush actually noticed him, and now Russia was actually asking to be his friend! "O-of course!" Canada said eagerly, smiling sweetly at the larger nation. "That is, if you want to." Russia closed his eyes and smiled. "I vould love to." After that, they talked for a while about what they had in common. Canada was telling Russia about his hopes for next year's hockey season, when he noticed his watch. "Holy maple, I have to go! My plane leaves in 30 minutes!" Canada quickly picked up Kumajiro, bowed to Russia, and ran out the door. As he was running, he thought that perhaps these meeting weren't so bad after all.

This is my first story, so please read and review!Oh, and there will definately be more chapters! But I write faster with comments so please review! Until next time!

Translations:

Kto vy?- who are you?/Russian

c'est bien-It is fine/French

malyutka-little one/Russian