Finaly got it done...Note To Self: Stop being distracted by reading Fanfictions and write the one you've put up...Again I say, If my foreign languages are wrong, tell me what is right.

Disclaimer: IT IS A FANFICTION. THEREFORE, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Now that is clear...let us continue.


After a rather fun, and eventful (Some of the player decided that it was more important to beat each other to a pulp rather that care about the puck), Hockey game, Anya returned home thinking she would make herself some Blini. Matthew had given her pancakes when she was at his house, but that was before the game. Anya was considering adding some of the Maple Syrup to the Blini. She had to admit, she liked Maple Syrup...and Maple Vodka...but of course that was Vodka.

While Anya was contemplating why Maple...anything was so good, she heard a banging coming from her 'education' room. Russia didn't remember using that room since the Baltics left.

"Ai de mi!" came from the room, then Anya remembered that Spain had come over saying he wanted to teach her Spanish. Anya opened the door, much to the surprise of Spain, who had been banging on the door since he realized it was locked. Spain ended up falling onto the floor while Russia looked down at him.

"Comrade Spain~" Russia sang "Will you become one with Russia?"

"N-no." Spain stuttered, "I think we should start on the lessons, si?"

"Nyet, ya ne hochu." Russia told him.

"Que?" Spain replied

"I do not wish to learn Spanish." Russia said, the aura around Russia turned dark and a light 'Kol'ing permeated the room, "But, if Spain wishes to learn Russian, I would be happy to teach him."

"A-ahahaha..." Spain started to laugh before bolting out the door. Russia looked at the open door and pouted before cheering slightly.

"I will teach him when he becomes one with Russia." She smiled as she went to close the door before heading to the kitchen, she still had Blini to make after all.


Spain had rushed all the way back to his home, where he was sadly unsurprised to see France lounging around in said house.

"So, mon ami, how did teaching La Russe go?" France asked when he saw Spain. Antonio glared at Francis.

"I doubt you could even convince her to learn anything France." Spain growled, "No, I know you couldn't"

"Ah, that is where you are wrong, mon ami." France said offhandedly

"Then do it." Spain stated simply before dragging France off his couch and to the door.

"U-uh, mon ami, I have to work with-" France started to protest

"England will be there when you are done with Russia." Spain interrupted him before opening the front door and depositing France on his doorstep. Antonio the shut and locked the door.

"That did not go as planned..." France muttered as he picked himself up off the doorstep and dusted his clothes, "Now...I'll need help convincing Russia to learn without getting killed." France pulled out his cell phone and looked through his contact group labeled 'Francophones'. He stared at the first one on the list. Canada... he thought Canada...oh! Mon petite Mathieu! France smiled when he remembered who the person was. I believe he gets along well with Russia. They do both share a liking for that barbaric sport. With that in mind Francis pushed the green send button.

Ring~

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Ring~

Ri-

"Hello?" The quiet voice on the other side answered

"Mon petite, I wish for your help." Francis tells Canada.

"With what?" Matthew asked

"I wish to share French with dear Russia." Francis informed Matthew.

"W-why?" Matthew stuttered in shock

"Because, everyone deserves to know, and I am getting nowhere with Angleterre." Francis half made up that excuse. He wasn't going to tell anyone that this was a challenge from Antonio if he could help it, and it was true, England was refusing to even try to learn his beautiful language.

"W-why do you want my help?" Canada questioned

"Because, mon petite, you are friends with La Russe, therefore she may be less hostile if you accompany me." France explaned his reasoning.

"O-oh...okay..." Matthew whispered, "I'll help you."

"Good." Francis sang, "Come to my house so we may discuss our plans for La Russe. Au revoir Mathieu."

"Good bye Francis." and with that the two hung up.

It took a while for Matthew to get to Francis' house. When he arrived he was greeted by a very cheery France, which warned him to keep his guard up. When France was happy he tended to get...friendlier.

"Bonjour Mathieu." Francis held out his arms to embrace his son/brother.

"Hello France." Matthew said, but stayed a distance from France. The boy had lived with Francis for a while, and was well aware that, in this mood, hugging Francis ment getting groped.

"Mon petite, come in~" France sang, unfazed by Matthew less than affectionate greeting, "We must discuss our tactics for convincing La Russe our lovely language."

"Oui, oui." Matthew sighed, anxious about trying to force French on Russia. She was very opinionated and rarely agreed to anything she did not like.

"Mon Matheiu, I want you to be the one to suggest learning French to Russia." Francis stated with a winning smile.

"Quoi?" Canada was shocked at that statement, "Wouldn't it be more natural coming from you, Francis."

"Oui, and that is why it needs to be you how says it." Francis grinned at Matthew, "She is much more likely to agree with you, mon petite."

"W-what?" Matthew stuttered, "W-why would Rus-ssia be more likel-ly to ag-gree with me?" Matthew could not understand why France thought Russia would learn French if he thought she should. That was crazy. Russia and him only really communicated over hockey (which turned into them throwing, what he hoped were friendly, insults and threats at each other) or other winter sports.

"As the country of l'amour I can see that our La Russe very much likes you." France said as if it were obvious.

"H-huh?" Matthew panicked, "That can-n't be right..." he tried off.

"Of course it is, mon petite, would I lie to you?" Francis asked.

Matthew blushed at the thought of Russia liking him,"F-fine...I'll be the one to suggest it..."


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