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It had been a couple weeks since all of the madness at the meeting. Russia was at home sitting on his couch, thinking. One hand over the other near his mouth as he leaned forward, eyes staring blankly at the t.v.
"Brother, I didn't think you'd ever do this to your scarf. I thought it was precious to you!" Ukraine said astonished and giddy at Russia's actions that day. She had been going on about this subject for the past two weeks that went by.
It was amazing Russia was tolerating it. At the same time it wasn't all that surprising, he seemed to be deep in thought, completely ignoring the happy chatty Ukraine and the clingy Belarus holding onto him tightly.
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Canada was on his way to Russia's house to spend Christmas with him and everyone else there, as Canada promised he would. He could have gone sooner, as soon as his injury was well enough, but his brother, America, just wouldn't let him go anywhere until he was certain it was all better.
Canada had to lie to his brother though. America would NEVER allow Canada to go anywhere near Russia, but Canada didn't want to listen to him, he didn't own him. Canada didn't blame America for doing this though, at the same time he did.
The seatbelt sign flashed, Seems that the plane will be landing soon. He thought, pulling the seatbelt around him and buckling the two straps together. In his hands was Russia's scarf, good and clean.
He saved me, He thought to himself remembering that day Russia jumped in to save Canada's life. That's right he saved him, from his own sister. But then the image of Russia giving up his scarf to keep Canada from bleeding to death popped in his head, Why… Why did he do that?... for me... he's only done this for me. Canada thought to himself the rest of the way down, not realizing the plane was landing at all.
Suddenly he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He jumped at the touch and glanced directly at a lady standing next to his seat. It was a flight attendant.
"Sir, we've landed. Are you ok?"
Canada felt a little embarrassed at being told this.
"U-uh, N-no, I'm ok. S-sorry, thank you" A small blush formed on his face as he spoke. He un buckled the seat belt, got up from his seat and left the plane.
Canada was at the front door to Russia's house, holding Russia's scarf safely in his arms.
The way Russia always wears this, it must be precious to him… Well, here goes…
Canada raised his fist and knocked on the door. Someone Canada was unfamiliar with answered it, he looked a little surprised to see him as well. His surprised face turned into shock as soon as he looked down at the scarf.
"M-Mr. Russia's scarf, H-How did you-" The man was cut off by the sound of Russia's voice.
"Lithuania, I'll take care of this"
Russia seemed to look much happier now. A childlike smile grew on his face as soon as he spotted the scarf, cleaned and safe. Russia's hand made contact with Canada's as soon as he took the scarf from him. Once he had the scarf he wrapped it around his neck happily.
"Come in Matvey" He said cheerfully.
Canada entered the giant house; his eyes explored the place in fascination. The house was big and filled with antique's.
"U-um… Mr. Russia?" Lithuania said still staring at Canada, "who is this?"
"This is Canada. He will be staying with us during the westerners Christmas"
"oh, I see."
Just as Canada hung up his coat something tackled him and held on tightly.
"CANADA!" It was the sweet voice of Ukraine, "You're finally here I'm so happy to see you're ok!"
Ukraine was literally crushing him with as she hugged tighter each time, not to mention Canada was blushing for obvious reasons. Ukraine finally let go and nearly jumped with excitement.
"Oh, this will be fun. We can celebrate it your way if that makes you feel more comfortable"
"Um, w-well, that's very thoughtful Ukraine, but… is it ok with everyone else?"
Ukraine turned to everyone else giving them the lost puppy dog look. Lithuania simply couldn't say no to that, neither could Latvia. Estonia took a little longer to answer, but he was fine with it as well. Ukraine glanced at Russia and Belarus with the same look. Belarus looked up at Russia waiting for him to say first. Russia eyes looked away from Ukraine and at Canada who was waiting patiently. The innocent face he had made Russia blush a little. His eyes then focused on Ukraine again. He let out a deep sigh.
"It's ok with me"
Ukraine leaped off the floor cheering with great joy. She grabbed Canada's hand and ran into the living room talking up a whole essay on what they should do and continuously asked questions.
Lithuania watched the two, mostly Canada.
"Mr. Russia?" He asked quietly.
"Da?"
"This is the Canada that Ukraine has been talking about, right?"
"Da."
Lithuania was hardly getting a good decent answer, just 'Da'. He looked up at Russia who seemed to be watching Canada's every move. The expression on his face told Lithuania that he stressful, as if trying to solve a puzzle that you could only solve with your imagination, and not your hands.
To Russia, Canada WAS something he wanted to solve with his own hands. He wanted to know why… Why what?... What is this?...
"Lithuania… Follow me" Russia left for the room at the end of the hallway. It was the only room you could hear nothing coming from. That's where Russia would usually punish Lithuania and no one would hear his cries.
Lithuania felt uneasy about following Russia into that room. He gulped before Russia grabbed the door handle and opened the door. They both entered and Russia closed the door behind them. Russia leaned against the wall and folded his arms, and stared at the floor.
"Lithuania, you always tell me what I need to know, right?"
Lithuania felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he sighed. Russia only needed some advice that was probably too personal to share with the others.
"Yes. Of course Mr. Russia"
Russia hesitated in saying what he wanted to say. He didn't want to appear weak. Maybe it's not good to say this, but something wanted to know why.
"There's something about Canada…" He paused to look at Lithuania, waiting for a reaction, but got nothing. "Something inside of me, every time I see him, just wants to…"
"Kill him?"
"…No"
Lithuania tilted his head a little while putting his hands on his hips.
"…Then what?"
Russia squeezed his own arms in frustration.
"I want to… have him all too myself"
Lithuania gawked at Russia. He quickly changed his expression when he realized Russia was still looking at him.
"Ah? So it is bad?"
"N-No sir, it's not, it just means that-"
Lithuania was interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming. Sure no one could hear them in this room, but they could still hear everything outside. Russia headed to the front door immediately to see who or what had interrupted them.
