Please read the stuff in bold, it is part of the story.

Chapter 2~

I was sitting on the metro typing out my English paper, when I looked in the empty seat next to me and saw a white bunny. This bunny had shown up many times and is probably the most persistent one. This made it my current favorite. For those of you that don't know, this is not a normal bunny. It's a plot bunny. More specifically it is the plot bunny that is in charge of my story about plot bunnies. I had decided to name this bunny several days ago since it showed up so much. I named it Fluffy McBunnykins or Fluffy for short.

So anyway, Fluffy was on the seat next to me. This time it has another bunny with it. This one was very small, seemed have and almost purplish hue to it. Intrigued on why that would be I reach out and put my hand on it….

I was at Russia's house. It was very dark, most likely night time and there seemed to be no one else around. He was sitting on the couch in front of the TV with a mostly full vodka bottle on the table. I walked over to the back of the couch and looked at the TV. There seemed to be large men in an ice rink very focused on chasing each other…. That's probably hockey. Suddenly I could hear Russia talking. I looked at him and noticed his mouth hadn't moved. This must be one of those stories were you can hear their thoughts. I sat on the couch and listened

"I wonder what little Matvey is doing now. No, he defiantly is watching the game. He is such a confusing and interesting person. There are so many different sides to him, he's like a puzzle that I have to solve…. There I go again. I can't seem to think about anything else since I met him months ago. (almost a year now!) Of course I had the terrible fortune of meeting him on the ice during a hockey game. Or it could have been fortunate; otherwise I wouldn't have remembered him. I almost didn't believe it when my boss said that he was another major country. Of course at first I thought it was Alfred, I insulted him like he was Alfred, but then he seemed to snap. Before the game even started he was energized, me calling him Alfred just seemed to give him more of a reason to beat me up while ranting about being forgotten and mistaken for his brother.

This leads me to another weird thing. When I kidnapped (bearnaped?) his bear as a joke he came over to my house and beat me up with a hockey stick. Of course I got an apology letter where he sounded very remorseful. But when I sat on him during a meeting to see what he would do, he barely did anything. It was so strange. He is always so quiet during the meetings and when he gets to a hockey game or we are getting ice cream he loves to talk. He has so many good ideas for the environment and economy. It's a shame he never get to speak during meetings. Of course I always try to say them for him. I'm not entirely sure why, but I've never been one to question myself.

It always amazes me how so many people can forget him; I can't seem to get him out of my head. Some people don't even see him most of the time. And he's never bitter about. His own family forgets him more often than not and I've never heard him complain! (well, except during hockey)

And also there's his extremely strange addition to maple syrup and pancakes. I remember the day I first had one of his pancakes. He almost fainted when I said I'd never had any. Those things are amazing! He is an amazing cook, he cooks anything I ask him to even the most complicated Russian food.

Why... I don't understand. You'd think he'd hate me because his brother does. None in his family like me very much. But then again who does? Obviously Belarus doesn't count. But Canada was always so welcoming no matter what. He always looks positively thrilled to talk to me. He always greets me with a smile and talks to me so cheerfully. My time with him has made me happy, truly happy. My smiles are real and I laugh like I never did before. It took so much time to get to where I am today and its seems Canada has made it his personal mission to help me: to make me happy, even if I don't agree or I order him not to do something he'll do it if he thinks it will help. It defiantly started when he were forced to do that cultural exchange thing. We were partnered up and forced to spend a month with each other. Although the hockey match had helped me remember him for a few days, eventually I forgot just like everyone else. Now I'm actually ashamed that I did. It has been 5 months since that program ended and we still get together at least once a week for hockey or just to walk around. I enjoy being in his company. At first hated it. When he showed up at my house he had been so meek that I thought I would easily control him and it would be easy and fun. Kolkolkol ...But he walked in meek and shy but also strong willed he refused to just obey me. He was only ever scared of me in the beginning and that day I got drunk, but even then he was mostly surprised and worried. Worried about me, not himself but me. He locked me in a closet "so you won't hurt yourself, but don't worry I'll make you some of that soup for when you get out! I know you really like it."

Again, he is an amazing cook. And after that he helped me when I was depressed after being drunk, he treated me with the utmost care. He learned all he could about my culture eagerly.

And when I went to his country he was so kind… well I could go on forever about it.

Distantly I heard the sound of a buzzer and cheering. Russia was abruptly pulled from his thoughts as we both turned toward the TV. It seems that the Canadian team won. Russia grinned briefly before turning around to look at the phone smiling slightly.

Suddenly there was a ringing that filled the room. Russia quickly found the remote and hit the mute button before practically skipping to the phone.

"Hello, Matvey!"

"How'd you know it was me, eh? Anyway, I assume you saw the game, oui? It was awesome!..."Canada then proceeded to launch a play by play recap of the entire game, highlighting his favorite parts and complaining about the ref being unfair.

"So I was wondering if you were free next week"

Oh? "When next week?" Russia asked curiously

"All of it!" Russia could practically hear the grin in his voice.

"I am. Do you want to come over? There's a festival at the end of the week I think you might enjoy. Also we could go back to that amusement park. You seemed to enjoy that a lot, da? Haha~I enjoyed it too."

"Yea we should do that *bang* *bang* -Oye! Mattie! The awesome me has decided to grace you with my awesome presence to make your life that much more awesome! Can you make me some pancakes? Those things are nearly as awesome as me! -*sigh* I've got to go. Seems Gilbert decided to drop by, but I'll see you next week. Hold on Gilbert! I'm coming! Hey, put that down! Don't break anything. -'Food'- coming Kumanaka!" Then Matvey actually hung up the phone.

Russia giggled. He was suddenly looking forward to next week. He started humming a little tune before getting back to the small pile of paperwork that had accumulated on his desk.

Bing Bing! "Doors opening, please step back to allow customers to exit.' My head snapped up.

"Shoot" I quickly gathered up my stuff before dashing out the door.