Oh geez, this is my first time doing an Author's note.
First off, I want to thank those of you who have review, honestly, it means a lot to me when I log on and see someone has taken the time to tell me how they feel about my story ^^;
I just want to apologize that this is kind of short, I have been working on a one-shot for RusCan and it feels like I'm writing a book ...
The next chapter will be longer, I promise! I have a lot planned out to happen between these two ~
As suggested by Eureka121, I am going to add some translations at the end of the story. I hope this helps you understand a bit more! If you see something that seems wrong in one of the languages I use for this story, please tell me. My french isn't perfect and I don't speak Russian.
As always, reviews are wonderful, but don't feel pressured if you don't want to. I do reply to all reviews though if given ^^;
"Please stop staring at me," I whispered to Russia urgently, "It's disturbing me,"
"No, I don't think I will, Mattvey," Russia replied, putting enough emphasis on my name to make me flinch.
The past year had been...interesting to say the least. It was like Russia had all of sudden "became interested in better relations between these two northern countries" as quoted by his prime minister. He ever so slowly started inviting my prime minister over; for dinners, conferences, etc. I had gotten away with faking ill to not go, saying the oil sands were giving me a headache or my debt was giving me a small fever. However, nothing prevented Russia and his prime minister from coming to my home.
I had tried various methods of subtle persuasion, but my prime minister didn't seem to take the bait. It was all, "we should make an equal effort", "avoiding conflict" and other things to make me feel guilty.
Of the three times Russia had come over, this was the first that he had addressed me with my formal name. Luckily, it had been when both his own prime minister and mine had left to discuss some private matters. He hadn't even attempted conversation, just stared at me for the hour or two from when they had left until now.
"B-But that's way t-too personal," I mumbled under my breath as I gave Kumamuk a stroke with one hand, anxious for our prime ministers to return.
"I'll call you whatever I want, Mattvey,"
"I've asked you nicely," I grimaced, failing very hard at eye contact. My eyes had met his chin only to rush back to my polar bear.
"Your point?"
"T-This is m-my house," I attempted to say sternly, epically failing as my tongue seemed to swell.
"Very intimidating," Russia laughed, leaning forward to place his head in his hands, "You understand why they left us alone, da?"
"Th-They had important th-things to discuss in priv-vate," I stammered, still staring at Kumamou.
"They will be back in five minutes, if not sooner. If there was anything important needed to be discussed, we would need to be present. They wanted to see how we interact with each other, so act like you love me when they come back in or I'll gut your little dog there," Russia smiled, reaching out to pat my thigh, "I think that is fairly reasonable,"
"Wh-Wh-WHAT!" I cried out, hugging Kumabear closely as my face drained of all colour, "You won't t-touch him! What gives you the right!"
I slapped his hand off my leg and stood up, he stood as well, towering over me by a good foot.
"Did you not understand?" Russia smiled, his face muscles tensed as he restrained himself from who knows what, "Do I have to show you?"
"N-NO NO,!" I squeaked, bringing my hand to roughly pat his shoulder while nervously laughing, "B-Best friends, eh? Love? All that jazz?"
"Right," Russia smiled hugely, grabbing me into a hug just as a knock hit the door and the two "missing" prime ministers appeared again.
"Cana-" My prime minister had started before gaping at the iron-clad hug I was in, "C-Canada!"
"B-Best friends," I managed to choke out before Russia let go of me and placed an arm over my shoulders.
"Da, we love each other," Russia mused, smiling as if he had just won a new toy, "Me and my comrade Mat-"
"B-BEST FRIENDS!" I quickly interjected, I refused to let him use my name again!
"Please tell me since I forget, what's your dog's name?" Russia glared, smiling down at me, a chilling feeling hitting my spine.
"H-He's a Polar B-Bear," I stammered squeezing Kumagigi hard enough to make him give out a short yelp, "H-His name is Kumakimo,"
"Kumakimo?" Russia questioned, "I thought it was Kumajiro?"
"No, it's Kumafigu," I told him, trying to set him straight.
"You just said his name was Kumakimo,"
"Yes, it's Kumahico!" I said, frustrated. How hard was it to get his name right?
"But, you just s- never mind," Russia sighed, pinching the nerve between his eyes, "You know exactly what I am trying to get at,"
"B-BES-ST FR-FRIENDS!" I screamed [which was about a normal person's tone of voice], clinging to his side, "I LIKE RUSSIA SO M-MUCH!"
"It's great to see the two of you getting along so well," my prime minister smiled, looking between the two of us as if they knew something we didn't, "The two of you being close will help a lot in the future plans we have."
"Agreed completely," mused the Russian prime minister as the two of them exchanged a look.
The meeting went on, both Russia and I sitting with our leaders. Russia had been staring at me for a long time now, his childish grin still stuck on his face. I swear to God, he isn't a country...he's Satan himself. No, he's probably worse than Satan. Satan wouldn't threaten my Kumadee just because he wants...
Why in God's name did he even want me to say we liked each other? What exactly is going on, what are they planning?
I glared at Russia, which most likely just looked like I was pouting. He let out a low chuckle and I turned my other cheek, glancing towards the window. It was piled high with snow outside, as per usual for a January.
I longed to get out of the room and get back to my house where I could sit by the fire with my polar bear, drink some hot cocoa and maybe hang out in the snow for a bit. Maybe I could just sneak to the door, I don't think anyone would notice. I glanced at the three, and felt that idea rush out of the door without me as they all looked at me expectantly.
"So?" urged my prime minister with a smile, "What do you think?"
"Uh..."
"About going to Russia?"
"Wa-What!" I squeaked out, throat tightening.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Russia smirked, "Around the Суперсерия was near the last time, I believe?"
"S-Summit Series?" I stammered, ducking me head shyly, "I think so,"
As uncomfortable as I might have felt around Russia when we talked, it was something else entirely when we were on the ice. The Summit Series was crazy, forever in my Top 10 Hockey Games list. I admit I got a little violent, but so did Russia. It was hockey in it's finest form; pride and tension filled every second.
That certainly brought back memories, but I didn't have any plans on having another "friendly" game with Russia until the Olympics. How the hell am I supposed to get out of this visit?
"I-I-, uhm, y-you see he-"
"Then it is set," Russia beamed, standing up, "You're coming up next month. Bring something warm, it will still be winter when you come."
"B-B-"
Russia grabbed my arm, pulling me to stand up with him. He quickly wrapped his fingers around mine in a handshake. He squeezed unnecessarily hard, crushing my hand inbetween his.
"See you quite soon, Mattvey," Russia almost growled, his darker side seeming to seep through.
With that he let go of my hand; I clutched it close to my chest.
"Goodbye to you too, little bear," Russia cooed, patting the oblivious bear which I had sat down by my feet.
He nodded to my prime minister before rushing out the door, his own prime minister tailing after with a quick good-bye and a thank you.
Once the door closed, my knees collapsed and I plopped onto the couch with a thud.
Oh, fuddle duddle, what have I gotten myself into?
Translations:
Суперсерия – Summit Series
Fuddle Duddle – Infamous word quoted by Prime Minister Pierre Elliot Trudeau when accused of mouthing "fuck off" in the house of commons. He simply told the press he had said "fuddle duddle".