"So, what did you bring with you?" I query.

"I have Borscht," he answers.

"What's it made of?"

"Lots of things. Here, try some!" He chuckled and shoved a spoonful into my mouth.

"Ermph!: I protest. I swallow it and beam. "It's very good,"

"What did you bring?" He inquires.

"It's a dish called poutine. It's made of fries, gravy, and cheese."

"Hmm... Can I try some?" He requests.

"I have to heat it up. You can be the first to try some, though." I explain.

He runs to push the elevator button and drags me inside.

"Hey, wait for me!" Cries America as he hurries through the closing doors with several bags that are probably filled with hamburgers.

I press the button for the third floor, which is the one that the conference room is on.

Nobody talks on the way up. The only thing heard is that awkward elevator music.

When the elevator doors reopen, we are greeted by loud music that sounds suspiciously German. Prussia probably got his hands on the DJ equipment. I shake my head.

"Well, see ya dudes later!" hollers America as he runs after Japan.

Russia grabs my arm and pulls me to the kitchen. "Okay, make your food!" He encourages.

"Okay..." I mutter and pull out the ingredients.

I begin to prepare the poutine but hold still for a moment when I become aware that Russia is watching intently over my shoulder.

"I just wanted to see what you were doing. Keep going!" He prompts.

"I'm finished," I declare.

"Oh, good! May I try some now?" He asks eagerly.

I hold out a fork with a fry on it. "Here."

Instead of taking the fork(like I thought he would), he ate the poutine off of the fork while it was still in my hand.

His eyes lit up. "Yum!"

I wonder if he's going to follow me around now, like Italy does to Germany. I don't think I would mind. He doesn't seem to have any kind of malicious intentions, and he could scare of the big, mean countries that mistake me for my brother.

He picks me up along with my poutine and his borscht.

"H-hey!" I flinch instinctively.

He just does his signature "Ufu~" and continues walking.

We pass China on the way to the room, and I wince when he sends me a creepy glare. I quickly look away, shaking my head.

"I like you, Canada. You're quiet, but you're very nice to me," He comments.

"T-thank you!" I stammer, "You're very nice as well."

He sets me down next to my chair. "We can sit next to each other, da?"

I nod. "The others should be here soon," I tell him, noting the Nations that had already arrived.

Within no time, the room fills up.

"Excellent. Everyone is here so we may start," Begins England, "May I have your attention! If you would like to get food, these are the rules..."

I stop paying attention when I notice Belarus repeatedly stabbing whatever it is she brought while staring at Russia.

... Well.

Russia pokes me. "It's your turn!" he whispers.

I nod and moth a "thank you" to him, then stand and begin walking around.

I end up taking some Borscht, Escargots, and even took a scone from England. Not that I'm going to eat it, of course. I also take some kind of Japanese soft drink and sit down.

In about a half an hour, everyone has retrieved food.

"Could someone toss me a Coke?" Yells America.

I turn around, open the cooler behind me, and throw a soda can to him.

Uh-oh... I missed and hit Italy... Now Germany is glaring at me with a wurst in his hand. He throws it but it slips and hits China, who turns around but is unable to locate the source of the wurst so he starts throwing egg rolls in the general direction from which it was thrown.

One of them hits Poland. He squeals and starts fretting about his hair. "Oh my god. You did not just do that. He glares at China and throws several Pierogies his way, but they are deflected and end up hitting Japan instead, angering America.

"Dude that was totally uncalled for!" He shouts and looks at the burgers in front of him. "There's no way I could throw these..." He takes a scone from England and throws it at Poland, but it's intercepted by Lithuania. He picks up a cepelinai and prepares to chuck it, but looks at Russia and sits back down.

Turkey decides to throw a şiş kebap at at Greece just for the heck of it, but it hits one of his many cats. Greece looks at Turkey for a moment, then falls asleep. His cat, however, starts running around and hissing.

The food fight grows until there is food flying everywhere. Somehow, it hasan't been shut down yet.

Flop. A crêpe lands on my head. Russia's eyes scan the room, the lock on France. He smiles then walks up behind him with a bowl of Borscht and dumps it on the Frenchman's head. He turns around and freezes, obviously furious. Russia walks back to his seat and I thank him.

I stand and inform him that I will be waiting outside. I pick up Kumajiro and sit down next to the door in the hall. I can still hear all of the commotion, but it's much quieter.

Not long after I leave, Russia walks out into the hall. "Do you want to leave now?" he asks.

I nod.

"I'll drive you. We can come back to get your car later," He states.

"Okay." I stand and follow him to his car.

He stops in front of an old-looking car with faded blue paint and a chipped windshield.

He unlocks the door and sits in the driver seat. I take the passenger seat and he starts the car.

"Let's go~!"


Sorry for the delay! I went on vacation and didn't have enough time to update the story. I'll probably put up the fourth chapter later tonight... Thanks for reading! :3