Hehe, an update! ^_^ Hope y'all like it! I'd like to thank yoailover4lyfe for the review of this story! And to answer your question, yes Russia was just pretending to not notice Canada. That did apply to the chair scene xD

"Let me get this straight..." the German said slowly. "You... And Canada?"

Russia nodded slightly, feeling embarrassed to have told his stoic friend. Every time he thought of that little blonde his mind became frantic with questions. Most of which involved wanting to know if Canada could ever feel the same way back. He began fidgeting in his seat, Germany raised a brow at the strange behaviour but said nothing. Russia averted his eyes and started looking around the room. He glanced towards the door and groaned "Where is that brother of yours?"

Germany just shrugged with an indifferent expression. Just then, the door burst open and in walked Prussia.

"The awesomeness that is Prussia is here!" he declared with his chest puffed out and hands on his hips triumphantly.

"Oh, hello Douchebag." Russia replied with his fake innocent tone and a sweet, small smile. Prussia scowled at him before plopping down in the empty seat.

"No need to be jealous, Russia." Prussia smirked with his ego still intact. Germany groaned.

"Ladies, you're both pretty... Now let's get back to the task at hand." Germany raised a brow and said while getting looks from both of his friends.

"Oh yeah, why am I here? I don't see any beer." Prussia pointed out, all while Germany rolled his eyes at the ex nation. Germany leaned over to his brother and told him something quietly in his ear. The albino ex nation's eyes widened as he stared at Russia. "You have feelings for Canada?"

Russia swallowed and nodded, rethinking telling his friends about this. Prussia raised both brows and smirked, but there was something different about it. Almost as if he was hiding something. Germany cut in. "Now, what happened the other day?"

Russia sighed. "I left the meeting, da? And as I was walking around the halls, he bumped into me and fell to the floor."

Prussia laughed. "You knocked him over?! That's priceless!" he was laughing so hard he started grasping his stomach.

Russia narrowed his eyes. "Shut up, da?" he said curtly and annoyed. Prussia raised his hands in a mock surrendering motion and made his laugh more controlled. Russia sighed before continuing. "I thought I hurt him, so I wanted to make sure he was fine." Russia frowned.

"What's wrong with that?" Germany asked.

"I guess he wasn't comfortable with me being that close or..." he paused and winced. Not wanting to finish but both Germans looked at him with expecting expressions, prodding Russia to continue. "Or he doesn't like me." That was the one thought that kept creeping into his mind. He looked down to his hands that rested in his lap. Prussia was about to crack a joke but realized it wasn't a good idea. The expression on his face meant he was seriously depressed by that thought.

"I'm sure it's not that." The blonde German spoke up. "Canada is a very shy nation... He must not have been expecting it." Russia looked up at his friend.

"You sure?" The blonde nodded, although Russia wasn't fully convinced.

"So, vwhat are you going to do about him?"

"I-I... I can't let him know... About... Ya know, da?" Germany nodded and so did Prussia, who looked a bit off. He must really need some beer. Russia mentally raised a brow. The trio ordered some beer and left that topic alone.

After having too many beers, Russia stood up and headed to the door. He waved to his friends and left for the nearest store with liquor in it. Disgusting beer. Russia sneered. He stopped at a gas station and ran in. Scanning the shelves that housed the liquor, he found nothing but poor quality crap. Not a single bottle of Vodka! He thought with a scowl. How is that even possible?! Just as he became discouraged and was about to leave, a loud voice stopped him.

"Duuuuuuude! This is so sick!" America gasped while looking at all the different and colourful lighters that were at the checkout. Canada rolled his eyes at his brother's strange excitement and continued looking through various bags of chips and snacks. "Bro! Look at this!" America came running over, lighter in hand, and grabbed Canada's arm, causing him to drop the bags he was looking at. Excitedly, he held out his hand and showed Canada the lighter he found. It was in the shape of a hamburger with an American flag on it.

Canada gave his brother a small, amused smile before nodding and saying. "That's r-really cool." The excited blonde did his signature 'hero laugh' and thumbs up before going into the next aisle to browse through the snacks. Canada picked up the bags he dropped and continued to read them over. Someone turned down the aisle and went behind him, looking on the opposite side of the tiny gas station aisle. Canada laughed quietly to himself then said to the figure behind him. "Hey, bro, how's this?"

He turned around, smiling with his eyes closed, and held out two bags of chips. One was ketchup flavoured and the other was normal. He waited for his brother to answer when a different voice replied.

"Um... Comrade?" Canada snapped his eyes open and realized that it wasn't America who was behind him. He looked around to the back of the store. A certain blonde head poked in and out of one of the aisles further down, not paying attention because he was too busy grabbing food. A blush dusted his cheeks as he looked up into violet eyes.

"S-Sorry!" he muttered before averting his eyes and rubbing the back of his neck. The Russian laughed to himself when the poor little Canadian became a cute, shy mess. His cheeks were red and he was trying desperately to hide it.

"It's fine, da? So where is your brother?" He asked straightening his back, noticing he was slouched slightly, so he could get a better look over Canada and the small shelves. Canada went up onto his toes and peeked around Russia, because he wasn't nearly as tall, hoping he would see his brother somewhere in the gas station. Canada lost his balance and went back to his flat-footed stance, firmly on the ground. Russia turned to check the other half of the store when America turned down the aisle, clutching multiple bags between both arms, and opened his mouth.

"Canada, bro!" He smiled at Canada. His smile faded once his gaze shifted over to the purple-eyed nation that was next to his brother. "Um... Hey Russia." he looked at his brother with slight confusion on his face.

"Oh," Canada looked at Russia then back to America. "S-So what are you d-doing here R-Russ...ia?" Russia shrugged and answered casually.

"Just looking for some Vodka, da? What are you doing?" his tone had that curious innocence to it as looked down to the small blonde in from of him.

He swallowed and looked to his brother to answer. Russia frowned slightly, but wiped it off his face when the Canadian looked back to him. "E-Eh, we're having a-a party this w-weekend... I-If ya want... You c-could come." Russia's eyes, the pools of lavender, brightened up at the invitation. America, however, was not as enthusiastic about it.

"See you there then, da?" he said cheerfully to Canada, who didn't notice Russia turning to America and narrowing his eyes in a glare. America, oddly enough, returned the glare just not as frightening. With that, Russia left the store with a smug look on his face.

America smacked Canada's arm. "Dude!"

"W-What?!" he answered while grasping his arm. God, that hurt. America looked at him in disbelief.

"Why'd you invite him?!" his voice was a hushed whisper, which was still loud in Canada's opinion, as he pulled Canada down to duck in the narrow aisle.

"W-Why not?"

"I don't want that... Commie bastard" he gritted through his teeth. "coming to MY house!" his voice was slightly raised but it ended in a whine. Canada's face dropped at his brother's disapproval. Surprisingly, America noticed his brother's expression and asked "What's wrong, bro?"

"I-It's nothing." America still wasn't convinced but didn't feel like putting Canada in another headlock so he shook his head and decided to leave it at that. After putchasing all the snacks and junk food, the two nations went home to set up for the upcoming party.

Canada opened the door and began putting the bags of food away. America started to ponder... What's with Canada lately? Actually... What the hell is up with Russia? He keeps tryin to get close to my bro... What the hell?! He looked over to Canada who was humming a tone with putting away the food. He's so innocent... I can only imagine that whatever Russia is trying to do... Ugh... It isn't gonna be good. A sudden thought came to mind that made America growl. What if he wants to hurt Mattie? That sick bastard!

America decided that he'd take advantage of Russia coming to his house...