Happy St. Patrick's day everybody! I'm so happy to finally get this out! Yay for me! The only things that have kept me going are your reviews, and my friend Selin, whose fanart inspires new ideas in me. Granted, most of the ideas were filled with smut, but some of them were innocent! some. Again, thank you for all of the reviews, they make me very happy. And Inumaru12, I'm happy with any review, long or short. And the last chapter was short because I was short on non-smutty ideas, and I wanted to get something out. Oh, and if any of you like this chapter, I wrote all of it while listening to random kpop on youtube, so I think some of the songs inspired me. Yay for kpop! OK, I won't keep you any longer. TIME TO READ!

It had been a couple of weeks since the fire and Canada was sleeping when his phone rang, beginning to rap about very inappropriate things obnoxiously loud, since it was a gift from his brother. Without opening his eyes, he stretched out his arm and looked for the annoying thing that was disturbing his sleep. He pressed the talk button and put it next to his ear.

"Hello?" he yawned.

"Mne ochenʹ zhalʹ, did I vake you, malyutka?" a deep voice rumbled from the other end. Canada sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes to make himself more awake.

"No,no. I'm fine. Did you need something?"

"Nyet, I just wanted to know if you vanted to go to the park with me today?"

"Of course!" Canada exclaimed eagerly.

"Vunderful. You may bring Kumajiro if you wish." Russia added.

"Sure."They talked for a while and decided to meet at the front entrance of Nekoneko Park at noon. Canada got up and was starting to go over to the bathroom, when he tripped over something. When he looked behind him, he saw Kumajiro staring back.

"Can't you be careful where you sleep?" Canada asked him, exasperated.

"Why don't you be careful about where you walk?" the small bear retorted before getting up and walking away.

Canada got up, shaking his head, wondering what had happened to the times when all he would say was "who are you?" After that he took care of the morning necessities and got dressed. When he checked the clock again, it was almost noon, so he decided that he would head on over.


Russia was standing on front of the park when he noticed Canada jogging up with Kumajiro in his arms.

"H-hello," Canada gasped, seemingly out of breath.

"Privet, comrade. Are you vell?" He asked, concerned. Canada took a couple of deep breaths and nodded. He looks cute like this, almost- Russia cut his own thoughts off, not wanting to think any dirty thoughts about his little friend.

"Shall ve go then?"

...

They decided to take a heavily forested trail and began to walk. They walked in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. They had been walking for a few minutes when Russia sensed that they were being watched. He looked around and noticed a tree that shaking violently. Quietly, he took out his pipe and went over to the tree. Quickly, before whoever was in the tree could have any warning, he violently hit the tree with his pipe. Out fell America, England and France.

"Get off of me, you bloody git!"

"Why? I like being on top. honhonhon

"Both of you, get off of me! Heroes aren't supposed to be squashed!" All three of them kept squabbling until they all sensed a very dark aura. They looked up and saw Russia standing there with his pipe in his hand.

"Kolkolkol, Vell, vhat do ve have here? Three little mice. Hmmm, what should I do? I could exterminate you." As he said this, he lovingly pet his pipe, causing the three countries to quiver in fear. Canada put his hand on his arm.

"Russia, please don't hurt them. They are my family and I love them." Russia relaxed when Canada said this, understanding. After all, he would beat into a bloody mess anyone who even tried to hurt his sisters, even Belaruse. He nodded, and put away his pipe. The other countries relaxed when he did this. After a few seconds, England pushed France off of him and got up. He brushed himself off and put a finger in Russia's face.

"We are here to protect M-Canada's innocence from you! To think, that you actually had the nerve to date him without his family's consent!" Russia noticed England's slip-up, but was too shocked by what else England had said to really think about it much.

"W-what?" Canada spluttered, gripping tighter onto Russia's sleeve.

"America said he's seen you two doing... very inappropiate thing, and in your kitchen no less!" Canada looked at America, hurt.

"Why would you say something like that, brother?"

"Because I saw you two! I had came over because I wanted pancakes with my burger, and Mcdonald's had been sold out, which is so wrong, because that doesn't happen to heroes, and then I saw this huge-"

"Stay on topic, you bloody wanker!" America pouted and then shrugged.

"Aaannnyway, I had opened the door and I saw you two getting it on on the floor!"


Canada shook with visible anger. His brother had went too far this time.

"You IDIOT! All that happened was that I accidentally bumped into Russia and he fell on me! You moron, not only have you have wasted everyone's time, you could have caused trouble for Russia if that had gotten around!"

"Why should I care about that Commie bast-" America was cut off when England slapped him upside the head.

"You stupid git! I shouldn't have believed something that came from your mouth. Sorry about him," England nodded to Russia and Canada. When America didn't nod, he grabbed the obnoxious nation's hair and pushed his head down. He then let go of his hair and grabbed his ear, pulling him towards the way that Russia and Canada had just came from. He said goodbye and promptly walked away, tugging America along with him. France sighed.

"I suppose I should go with them. Goodbye Russia, Canada." As he walked past Canada, heugh stopped and bent down until his lips were near Canada's ear.

"Though I thought you two would make an adorable couple." he whispered. He straightened, and then sauntered away, laughing. Canada blushed ver hard at his words. Me and Russia, a couple? Impossible, Russia will never think of me that way, he thought, and looked at the country in question. Russia was looking at him quzzically.

"What did he say to you, malyutka?" Canada blushed even harder, remembering France's words.

"I-it's nothing. Let's keep walking, okay?" Russia stared at him for a few more seconds, and then shrugged.

"Da."And so they walked on, though this time their silence was thoughtful.

Ok, I know this might seem weird, but I just wanted to make France slightly more intuitive, or at least when it comes to love. I also wanted to add just a little bit of love/lust from Russia, just to show that there is a small part of him that might like Canada, in that way. So, like before, I would love any ideas for Kumajiro, and that's all I got to say, besides review and goodbye!

Translation:

malyutka-little one/Russian

Mne ochenʹ zhalʹ-I'm sorry/Russian

privet-hello/Russian