I do not in any way shape or form own hetalia, the characters, or plotline. I do own the plot for this story, and Russia's scarf.

:3 enjoy! Thank you all for the support! This is a flashback chapter so to help ya understand this better... So.. ENJOYYY!

Tranlations (Please tell me if any of these are wrong)

Où vous aller?= Where'd you go?

Ne Personne= No one

Blood and Tears Mix

Chapter 1

*Two weeks earlier...*

Canada sat on the couch in his house, curled up in an old hockey jersey, and a pair of basketball shorts; covered by a knitted worn down blanket. He was reading an old book on public speech, suggested by Germany, Prussia's brother; to help him get better at talking to people. Hopefully, one day he would be able to go to the meetings and talk easily. Prussia had said that if he needed to say anything to go ahead and say it.

Words of advice from the guy who took 25 years to tell Canada he liked him. Although Prussia was very loud and obnoxious at times, and seemed to just 'speak' his mind, He actually seemed pretty shy-

Canada laughed to himself,"Shy my ass. every other sentence is 'do you want to see my five meters? kesesese~'" Canada still loved the crazy beer loving German, no matter what he said, or tried to convince Canada of.

Canada smiled, thinking of the man. He was Canada's favorite person since America, England, and France are convinced that Canada does not exist. But Canada had also noticed Prussia's change of attitude. For the last week, Prussia had just seemed to want sex, sex, sex, and more sex. There was nothing that seemed to make him want to stop. AT ALL. He frowned. The Prussia he knew loved 'helping' him make pancakes, and snuggling all night, just talking. Sex had been on the back burner. Whenever Canada tried to talk to Prussia, he just pulled on his curl, and did things that drove Canada crazy- in both ways. They were infuriating, and yet insanely seductive.

Canada heard the key he had given Prussia in the lock, and he smiled; shaking all of those thoughts from his head as he saw the familar white-blonde head he loved.

Hoping to start a conversation that invloved Canada's progress in trying to talk more,"Prussia, You would never believe what happened to me-" Canada began as his boyfriend strutted into the house.

"Haha, whatever it was, Mein Awesomeness will make you forget all about it!" he grinned and tackled Canada to the couch. Canada gasped as his glasses flew off his face onto the floor,"P-Prussia!"

Prussia just smirked and took Canada's curl in between his fingers and twisted it. Canada's face flushed bright red, and he gasped,"P-Prussia..."

That was all it took for Prussia to get what he wanted. Afterwards, Prussia kissed Canada's forehead and covered him with the blanket once more and got dressed.

Canada looked at him sadly,"Prussia? Where are you going?"

Prussia glanced back at Canada with a grin,"Don't worry! The Awesome me will be back." He strode back over, and stroked Canada's curl. "I love the way you look when I touch this."

Canada flushed, and hit Prussia with a pillow,"Out!"

Prussia laughed, and ran out.

Canada sighed, and noticed his glasses still on the ground. He stood up, his bare body exposed just for a few seconds as he hurried after picking them up to the warmth of the blanket. He noticed the fact that throughout all that they had done, Prussia hadn't said his name once.

He hadn't gently laid kisses down Canada's body as Canada sqruimed under him as he took control of Canada's body. He had only searched for his own pleasure so it seemed.

NO! Canada's heart shouted at his brain. He felt frozen and hurt, just like he had when America, England, and France began forgetting him.

A small tear traced down Canada's pale cheeks. He pulled himself into a ball, and whimpered,"P-Papa... No one cares... N-Ne...Ne...Personne..." Tears poured faster down his cheeks and he hugged himself,"Papa...Où vous aller?"

~BTM~

"Lithunia, get my coat, would you?" Russia sighed, clearly bored and annoyed by the baltics. Lithunia quickly rushed to get his coat and handed it to him. Russia kolkolkoled threatening and Lithunia quickly rushed away, trembling.

Russia stepped outside of the big house of his, and began to walk. "Ah... The fresh cold winter air can do alot of good... and a lot of bad, Da?" He murmured to himself. He glanced around thoughtfully,"Da."

Russia's coat and scarf blew in the wind as he walked, and he stopped near a gathering of trees. They were a dark green, and held an almost maginficent look to them... a strong but gentle rare look. This little area was beautiful, with beautiful blooms during the short spring and summer. although the permafrost never unfroze, the plants still grew well in parts of Russia's beautiful yet violent country. Most countries did not understand the hardships Russia had to face as a child nation. His lips formed a small line. The country had suffered greatly for a long time before being able to find some bit of prosperity. Sunflowers grew exceptionally well in Russia, and always brought the young nation hope whenever things were going bad. The sunflowers reminded him that there would be a spring again... and again... and again..

He smiled, and touched a branch of one of the trees, feeling its rough texture through his glove. There would be another spring.

No matter what happened, no matter how many times he felt his citizen's unhappiness, no matter how many times his nation rose or fell... Russia still have hope for the spring to come again with the happiness that it always brough him.

He knew another northern country would feel the same way he did at times, frozen to the bone from the cold and hardships of being a northern nation, just as southern, central, eastern, and western nations were able to find similarities between them; Russia knew the blonde boy Canada was his name... was saddened by the cold temperatures.

Which is why Russia sat on him. Body warmth as odd as it sounds, can be the most comforting thing when you're lonely. The company of another..

The return of the spring..

What a gift it was, to share his little ball of warmth.

Okay, there's the first REAL chapter. there's a little hint of french, I'm a google tranlater, not a actual french speaker, so if you can, correct me.

Please review. I chose you guys over language and bio homework, and the paper I still have to finish typing up. So feelllll the loooooovvve. :)

More PruCan than RusCan in this chapter. its the only chapter until Russia and Canada actually get together that will be sweet and kind. the next chapter will be rather... full of anger and agresssion.

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