This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 3: Relief

Who? Who am I? I just helped you! You borrowed my notes, I brought down your fever, I helped you when you were sick, I bought breakfast for you, you got mad at me, I already said who I was! Your seriously asking me again!

Canada flinched, thinking all of this, and even made a fist. He gritted his teeth at the question.

Russia blinked. "What?"

"Canada! Matthew Williams! That's who I am!" He tried to raise his voice but it didn't come out as a yell. Russia smiled.

"Oh right! Canada." Russia said "Matvey."

Canada blinked. "Matvey?"

"Da. Your name."

"N-no its Matthew not Matvey."

"Matvey da?"

"No. Matthew."

"Matvey"

"Matthew."

"Matvey."

Canada signed and gave up "If that's how you can remember me then fine. Matvey."

Russia smiled "Da." After that, it was another moment of silence. Until Russia broke it, "I thank you for your help, it is no longer needed. You can leave."

Canada blinked. "That's it? Are you sure?"

"Da."

"You still have a fever though."

Russia made a bit of a pout "Da I am still sick, I will admit that. I can take care of myself now. You can leave."

"C-can I at least come back in a bit to check on you?" Canada still worried.

"What? Why?" Russia was curious about this boy that helped him.

"W-well just to make sure your okay." He said. "Please?" Russia went into silence again.

"You do not need to worry."

"I-I'm not."

"Da. You are. I do not need anyone to worry about me." he already had his sisters doing that.

"I-I'm sorry." Canada put his head down. Russia stared at the boy for a moment.

"Will it give you a peace of mind?" Russia asked. Canada looked up and gave a slight nod. "Fine. You can come back later, until then I am going to sleep."

"Y-yes. Thank you." Canada got up off his seat and left the room. Russia laid back down in his bed, wondering about what that boy was thinking, helping him and even worrying about him? Hmph. He did not need that boy getting involved with him.

Canada returned to his room, Kumajirou was still watching the TV, he looked pretty interested in the anime he was watching.

"What are you watching?"

"This thing called Bleach, the orange hair dude just kicked ass." Kumajirou didn't move his eyes from the TV.

"Take a break from the TV, it will hurt your eyes."

"Uh huh." Ignored. Ouch. Canada signed and plopped onto his bed. He grabbed a thin blanket and got comfortable with the pillows. Figured he would take a nap too with his lack of sleep and the head ache pressuring him. Kumajirou noticed his owner was trying to fall asleep, so he turned up the TV more.

"You little smart ass." Canada grabbed the remote from the bear and turned the volume down, lower then what it was. He took his glasses off and put them on the night stand, signaling Kumajirou that he really meant he was trying to sleep. The bear was quiet after that, not going after the remote or anything. Canada quickly fell asleep.

He woke up to a sharp pain on his hand. He snapped awake, popped up, and looked at his hand. Kumajirou was biting him, not hard, but he bit him.

"What was that for!" he squealed. Kumajirou let his bite go.

"Hamburger boy has been knocking at the door." The bear said. Canada blinked and knocking on his door broke the little bit of silence.

"Mattie! Are you dead!" He could hear America's loud voice outside the door. Canada gets his glasses on and hurries to the door. He unlocked it and opened it. America stood there with a knapsack, which had some Japanese lettering on it, and a burger in hand, which was small compared to what he usually had.

"Mattie!" he yelled. "Where were you dude! I thought you died or something!"

"Yes I died while you were eating your fast food."

"WHAT!" America really is gullible.

Canada signed, "Al I was kidding."

"Don't kid like that! Death is not a funny thing!"

"…You say stuff like that all the time though…"

"…. So how are you feeling?" America quickly changed the subject, Canada got him there eh?

"A little better." Canada said, not really though.

"Oh good." America let himself in and Canada closed the door. "I got what you asked me, you still need it?"

"Oh the pain killers? Yes." Canada said. America dug into his knapsack and took out a pill bottle.

"I had to give one to Iggy, hope you don't mind." America said.

"No not at all. Why did England need one?"

"I dunno. Something bout his back, he's old so I guess its normal." You just love to make fun of him don't you?

"Oh well thank you for the help Al." Canada gave a little smile.

"Yeah no problem bro. Any day, that's what the hero does!" he winked and began laughing. America's laugh was always loud and obnoxious and Canada never cared about it, but the loudness set his head pounding.

"MMM" Canada moaned. America stopped laughing, realizing what he just did.

"B-bro, you okay?" America stuttered, that wasn't normal.

"Y-yeah." Canada couldn't help the pain now. America grabbed his wrist, pulled him over to the bed, and sat Canada down. He went into the bathroom and came back with a glass of water. He then picked up the pill bottle and dumped two pills onto the palm of his hand.

"Here." he said putting the medicine into Canada's hand. "The faster you take it, the faster your head ache will go away."

"T-thankyou." Canada mumbled and popped the two pills into his mouth. America handed him the glass of water and he gulped it down too. It will help, he kept thinking, just a little longer. His eyes felt heavy though, his head was pounding and it was just too much for him. He felt America take his glasses off and lay him back on the bed.

"Whatareyoudoing?" Canada mumbled.

"Go to sleep." America said softly, who knew is voice could go that low?

"I-I…" Canada tried to start but he started to fall asleep fast. America gently laid a blanket over him.

"Just get more sleep Mattie." His voice is so soft. He closed his eyes and was asleep in a heartbeat.

He woke up a few hours later, his head no longer pounding with extreme pain. He reached over to the nightstand for his glasses and slowly put them on. He blinked his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. America sat in the chair by his bed, very focused on playing a game on his DS, biting down on his tong and not even blinking. Canada turned on his other side to see Kumajirou eating a big piece of fish.

"Where did you get that?" Canada mumbled. Kumajirou bit into his fish and chewed.

"Hmbrgeboi" he said with a full mouth, then he swallowed. "Hamburger boy."

"His name is America."

"Who are you?""Canada." he sat up in his bed.

"Oh snap!" America jumped in his seat.

"W-what?" Canada asked.

"There's too many zombies! Their attacking! No! Run! Ru-damn it I died" America closed his DS and signed "At least I beat my last high score. Hahaha." the laugh wasn't as loud as it usually was.

"What were you playing?" Canada asked.

"Its called 'Zombie Death Attack 4'. It's pretty awesome and the graphics are cool! Since its 3-D, its even more awesome." America had a huge smile across his face as he talked about it. He really could only talk to Canada or Japan about video games, no one else would listen, except for his "pet alien" named Tonny that England had told him about, no one believed that though.

America put his DS on the nightstand and bent over to Canada on the bed. "You feeling any better?"

"Yes, much better actually." Canada smiled, he did feel a lot better. "Thank you."

"No problem bro, its what the Hero does." he got off the chair and walked over to his knapsack on the desk in the room. "You must have been really tired Mattie, you slept a long time, hours."

"Hours? What time is it?"

America checked his watch "Bout 3:42." That was a long time from 10 am.

"So. You hungry? I bought over some food from Japan's place. Its really, really good! You should try some."

"Oh yea." he had forgotten about that. "I will."

"Want me to make you a plate?" America smiled. Canada thought he wasn't hungry, not in the mood to eat, but his stomach growled and that was the answer of "Yes sir!".

America made Canada a plate. There was noodles, rice, some chicken, and this little jelly bun. He brought it over to the bed so Canada wouldn't have to get up and sat next to him. "Here ya go." he handed the plate over to him.

"Thank you." Canada smiled. America could be the kindest brother in the world sometimes, most people didn't know that. America took care of his little brother, protected him too, and was always close to him, it seemed they could tell each other anything. Canada liked that about America.

He separated the chopsticks that were given and began eating. It is good, he thought. America jumped on the bed and played with Kumajirou, and the bear enjoyed that. Canada finished the food, it practically stuffed him, and put the plate on the nightstand.

"It was good right?" America asked.

"Yea really good." Canada smiled. "Thank you Al, and thanks for feeding Kumaniro too."

"No problem, and your bear wouldn't leave me alone about the food."

Canada giggled "Oh did he now?"

"Hey a bears gotta eat." Kumajirou finished his fish. The two nations laughed a bit at the bear.

Canada thought about Russia. "Hey Al, is there any of that food left?"

"Oh yea. Japan gave me a lot for some reason when I asked for extras." Cause you eat double three square meals in one meal, Canada thought, but he wouldn't say that out loud, especially when he took good care of him.

"Are you taking it with you?" Canada asked.

"Na you can have it. Say Mattie, when are you going back to Vancouver?" That was out of the blue.

"Huh. Oh. I don't know right now. I guess tomorrow or the next day, whenever I feel like it. There's no rush eh?"

"Oh okay."

"Why you ask?"

"Well I was just wondering. I was gonna go back to D.C. tomorrow. But England's all sick so I figured I go with him to London."

"I don't think he wants you to go to London with him." God help England.

"Pfft. Maybe not but once he sees how nice I am with helping him, he'll like me more." Oh so it's a plan?

"What are you trying to do exactly?"

America got a big smile and winked "Win him over."

"O-oh?" Mon dieu, I shouldn't ask anymore!

America laughed, Canada did not want to know what America was planning. Once he stopped laughing, he got up and grabbed his knapsack.

"So you sure your okay? Will you be alright if I leave?" America asked, he was actually worried about Canada.

"Yeah Al, I'll be fine. I'm not dying for Pete's sake."

"Alright, well I'll be across the hall in England's room. Call me if you need anything." Oh will you now?

"Alright. Thank you." Canada smiled. America started to leave when he stopped and took the bottle of pain killers out of his pocket. He turned and tossed them to Canada.

"If you need 'em, their yours."

"O-oh. Thank you." He was grateful for America now. America smiled, gave a "feel better", and left. Canada put the bottle on the nightstand, he didn't know if his head ache would come back but if it did, at least he had something to calm it down.

Kumajirou went back to watching anime, it was all in Japanese but he didn't cared as long he had something to watch. Canada stayed in his bed. He looked at the nightstand, thinking America left his DS behind, but he wouldn't dare to leave his precious DS behind. I wonder how Russia is doing, he thought. He picked himself up and put shoes on. He then grabbed the container of left over food.

"Are you going back to your friend?" Kumajirou asked. Friend? Not really a friend.

"Yes I am. I'll be back in a little bit."

"Take your time." The bear didn't mind having the whole room to himself. Canada left and went to Russia's room. He knocked on the door, seeing as the door was locked. There was no answer, no sound at all from the room. Did he leave?, Canada asked himself. He knocked again. Maybe he's sleeping?

He heard the door unlock and Russia opened the door a crack. "I am fine. Good bye." he started to shut the door.

"W-wait."

"What?" Russia wasn't in a good mood. "I said you can come back and check up on me. You did. So good bye."

"Not like this. Can you let me in?"

"No." Russia closed the door, right in Canada's face. Ouch. Canada stood there for a moment, merely blinking. How rude. He signed and turned to leave when the door opened a crack again. Russia peeked out of the room at the boy.

Canada didn't move. What? You want something now? Russia opened his door more and stepped away. It was an invite. Canada made a little smile and came in. Nothing had changed since the last time he was in the room. The light was on, the TV wasn't, the bed was slightly messed up.

"So. Where have you been?" Russia asked closing the door.

"Huh? What?"

"I haven't heard or seen you since this morning when you left."

"Oh. I took a nap."

"I heard America banging and yelling outside. At your door."

"O-oh" Was he really that loud? "Yea he came in."

"Why?" Russia was quite curious about him.

Canada couldn't say that he was sick too, America once told him if Russia saw weakness, he would take advance, even in his ill health. "W-well cause he's my bro and stuff." Yes. That's the best he could come up with.

"That is no reason."

"He got bored."

"So he came over to your room, yelled about if you were dead, and then you guys 'hung out'?" Russia said, his tone was clearly sarcastic.

Canada stood there. "….Yup!" He made a big smile, which amused Russia a bit. He looked at the container the Canadian had.

"What is that?" He asked.

"Oh. It's food, I brought it over in case you were hungry."

"Japanese?"

"Well yeah." Canada held out the container to him. Russia was silent again, but he finally decided to take the food. Maybe he didn't want to take it at first because he thought it was a gift? Russia would never accept gifts, he noticed that over the years. He only accepted them from his sisters. But Russia took it and sat back down on his bed. He didn't change and his jacket was back on completely. Canada stood by the door as the Russian started eating. He looked at Canada every few minutes but they stayed in silence. It was a little awkward for Canada, he's always been around such noisy people, America, England, France, and wasn't used to the silence.

Russia finished and shot a look at Canada. He froze a little. "Thank you Matvey."

Canada smiled. "Y-yeah. No problem." He looked away from Russia's eyes "Do you want me to leave now?"

Russia thought about it for a moment. "You can stay as long as you want." he finally said. "You did help me and it would be rude for me to kick you out again."

Canada looked back at Russia. "O-oh okay. I'll stay for a little bit then."

Russia shot a look back. "Do not get the wrong idea Matvey." Canada blinked.

"W-what?"

"I am not your friend, I'm simply showing my thanks for your 'kindness'". Russia's voice was harsh, it scared Canada a bit. "Do not think that we are friends or anything."

"I-I don't." Canada said.

"What would you call us then?" Russia asked. Canada thought about it, he didn't want to say the wrong thing and get himself killed.

"U-um." he started quietly. "camarades." He didn't mean for it to come out in French, but it did.

"What?"

"C-Comrades?" He said quietly again. Russia didn't respond at first, but he tilted his head.

"Comrades?" he chuckled at the word. "What a silly word. But, I suppose you can call it that, even though we have never fought together."

"You may not remember but we did."

Russia blinked. "What?"

"World War Two. I was on the side of the allies with you, America, France, England, and China. You probably don't remember though."

"Da. I don't. You must of not done anything important."

"Eh! I-I did! Me and my men attacked on V-day! I really helped you guys."

"America helped us, you did not." Ouch. That was an insult that Canada couldn't stand. Yes, America and his army came in and really helped the allies when they were getting beaten badly. But, Canada had helped too. He had fought Germany, he had sent his own people in, his people died too, not just Americas, not just the British or the French, the Russians or the Chinese, his own citizens too. Canada hated that no one remembered that, no one except his own people remembered. But then again, why would they remember?

Canada looked away from Russia and got a upsetting look.

"What?" Russia asked. Canada became silent. "What? Hello? Did you go deaf boy?" Canada flinched.

"No I did not go deaf, I can hear you just fine." Things were a little tense now.

"Oh. Matvey. I need to ask you a question."

Canada didn't look at Russia, "What?"

"You are a boy right?"

"EH!"

Thank you~

First off, this is influenced by "Giving In" By Artificial. We did talk it over and the author has given me permission to start it like this.

Once again, I do not own the characters that were used in this, nor do I own the anime they are from. Also, the reference to BLEACH, I do not have any connection with the anime nor do I own that. (And yes. There was reference to USUK. I'm sorry to those to disagree to the pairing!)

So now I'm finally giving Russia some parts (yay~). The lil part with America being all big brotherly and nice to Canada, it was not completely out of America's character because he does care a lot about his little brother, even though he calls him "Canadia" and stuff. The nicknames of "Al" and "Mattie" refer to their human names of "Alfred" and "Matthew." Russia calls Canada "Matvey" because…. Well I don't really know why but I've seen many people use "Matvey" for Canada while their being Russia. I think it is because he can't say "Matthew" right but I don't know. I also heard that "Matvey" means "Child" in Russian. Anyone know if that's true?

And by the way, Canada really was in WWII…. I didn't know that….

Translations:

French:

"Mon Dieu": My god

"camarades": Comrades

Russian:

"Da": Yes

Translations done by google Translator