As Germany watched Russia and Canada, he couldn't help but wonder about his own love life. Surely, it was fine but... If he waits too long to say his feelings, he might miss out. After the meeting, I must talk to him. But one thing first...

"OW! What was that for, West?" Prussia groaned as he grasped his head. God, his little brother just smacked him. First Russia, beating the crap out of him and now this! How un-awesome... But it's a price I'll have to pay. He thought to himself.

Germany just rolled his eyes and began heading back to the room where the meeting was being held. Prussia decided he'd head off too, seeing as his work was done, but not to the meeting. When Prussia walked past Russia, he grinned at him widely. Russia pulled Canada closer to him before returning a small smile. Sure it was just an act, but Russia couldn't help but hold the little blonde closer. He didn't 100% trust the albino ex nation...

Prussia slowly walked away, a limp taking over his usual saunter. Russia raised a brow. Huh, so he isn't completely invincible... The two were then left alone.

"I-Ivan...?" Canada spoke up, still extremely quiet, against Russia's chest.

"Da?" he looked down at the small nation in his arms. Canada wasn't looking at him. All he saw was that wavy blonde hair of his. Something was obviously bothering him "I-I'm... I'm sorry." he mutter meekly. "I-I... He... Ehh...-"

"You don't need to apologize, da?" Big purple-blue eyes looked up at him, but still incredibly shy. There was some confusion, guilt, and a bit of relief in those bright orbs. "Prussia is... Prussia." he growled slightly, not even noticing, then continued. "You didn't know..."

Canada fiercely shook his head. "... b-but... I-I'm still s-sorry..." Russia couldn't help but laugh to himself. Canada wasn't at fault here, yet he still felt guilty. This little blonde was... Different. In a good way. Yet again, Russia was lost for words. That seemed to happen quite frequently when something involved Canada. A shrill voice cut the air, chilling Russia to the bone.

"Big brother...? Big brother...!" Canada started to feel nervous. That voice, along with Russia tensing, was never a good thing.

"Oh no..." Russia broke from the embrace and grabbed for Canada's hand. For a few moments, Canada was quite confused. Russia bolted down an empty hallway, pulling Canada along with him. It would have seemed melodramatic and a bit impulsive, but when they heard footsteps following them it was the only thing to do.

"Big brother!" the voice gasped. "IS THAT YOU?!" Russia didn't have time to look over his shoulder. Frankly, he didn't want to. Canada, however, was too tempted and actually looked behind him while running. She wasn't even in sight. The only thing that was there was her shadow, menacingly projected on the wall behind them. Canada wasn't sure which was more frightening. His thoughts were interrupted when Russia veered into another hallway, constantly taking turns in hopes of losing Belarus.

Eventually, Canada's lungs started to burn. His stamina was gone. Russia was growing tired too, but he wasn't going to stop yet. A certain door caught Russia's attention. He could turn into there and wait until Belarus ran passed. He could make it. Russia sincerely hoped that Canada would be able to continue running until then. It was a far ways away, and the sound of Canada wheezing suggested he was going to stop soon.

He ripped open the door and jumped in, pulling Canada with him. Quietly, he closed the door. A broom closet... Russia thought. It wasn't ideal but it could work. He was on his back, his long limbs forcing him to be pushed up against the wall. Canada was sprawled out on top of him, in a sitting position on his stomach. His cheat heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Russia was a little worried, until he noticed his own breathing. He was breathing and panting just as hard, if not harder, than Canada.

"Mattvey~" he said in a hushed whisper against Canada's ear. "I need you to be very quiet..."

Canada nodded, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Ivan knows what he's doing... Right? A gloved hand was placed over Canada's mouth as the footsteps grew closer. It was amazing how quick Russia gained his breath and became stealthily quiet. Canada, on the other hand, not-so-much. A protective arm wrapped around his torso, and Canada felt a little more at ease.

The footsteps came to a slow outside of the door. "Ivan? Big brother!" she called out desperately. "I will find you! And then we get married!" Hysteria crept into her already frightening voice. It was a strange mixture. She sounded happy, but her voice was anything but pleasant. When the footsteps stopped, they stopped right in front of the door. A tremble passed through Russia's body. The footsteps picked up again and eventually began to fade. Canada was only a little relieved. When he felt Russia shift under him, it only took seconds for him to end up on the floor.

Canada blinked twice. How...? He looked up into Russia's lovely violet eyes. They seemed to almost glow in the dark. Then Canada realized what just happened. Somehow, Russia managed to shift and pin the Canadian swiftly.

"I-I-Ivan...!" he muttered in a small gasp. He was now below Russia with his back leaning against the wall. He still had to crane his neck in order to look up at Russia. He's tall... He easily towered over Canada.

"Da?" he straddled Canada's legs and place his hands on either side of the Canadian's body. Russia had a wide grin set on his face. "Mattvey, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine... What a-about yo-" his stuttering sentence was cut by sudden lips crashing into his. It was deep and full of passion, even if it only lasted for just mere moments.

"I am now." he said smiling happily at the blonde. Canada blushed and looked down, embarrassed by the fact that he showed emotion so easily. Russia cocked his head, trying to read the mixed signals. Canada obviously liked the attention, but it looked like he was having a fight with himself in his head.

Canada looked up suddenly and wrapped his arms around Russia's neck, pulling him down, and kissed him. It was so sudden and so un-like him, but Russia loved it. The fight for dominance was quickly awarded to Russia as his tongue began exploring the Canadian's mouth. When he needed air, Canada pulled back and smiled sheepishly up at Russia. He is so cute. Russia thought to himself.

Canada still had his arms hooked on the back of Russia's neck, and no intentions of removing them. Russia put his lips to Canada's neck again. He sucked and lapped at the skin until he came across a sweet spot. It had Canada squirming with pleasure beneath him.

"G-Gahhhh-AH!" it started as a moan but was escalated to a pleasure-filled gasp. Canada threw his head back, as much as he could in that small space, and began panting. Russia was more than happy when he saw that.

France strolled back into the room, discretely wiping his nose bleed away with a tissue. Whatever was going on in the broom closet, he was sure it was fun. England looked up and scowled.

"Where the bloody hell did you run off too, Frog?!" he yelled.

"Mon Cher, you should calm down." he replied smoothly.

"This meeting is even more disorganized than the last!" he threw his hands up. "You're telling me to calm down?!"

"Oui~ you should be more like mon petite Matthieu... He's sure enjoying himself." a grin crossed the Frenchie's face as he knew what was going on.

"Wha-What?! Who?" he asked confused.

America's head jerked up. "Mattie?" France looked across the table to the confused American.

"He is not here, Oui~? Tell me you noticed that at the least." America cocked his head before looking around the table. He was right. Canada was not in the room... And neither was Russia. You have got to be kidding me! He stood, slamming his fists into the table and dashed out of the room. France and England exchanged glances. France had a knowing expression and England was quite confused.

Leaning forward, France whispered to England what was going on. "C-Canada?! He'd... Do that?!" Part of him didn't want to believe the frog, but he knew it was true. If America reacted like that... It was true. France nodded, looking extremely proud. Figures... England rolled his eyes. After sighing, he added. "I shouldn't be surprised... I mean, look who raised him." He sent a disgusted look towards the Frenchie.

Instead of being offended, he shrugged smugly. "Oui~ I'm so proud!"

Curiosity washed over England. He leaned over and whispered to France. "So... Who do you think it is?" France nodded thoughtfully.

"I am not sure, Mon Cher. Many nations have come and go since the start of the meeting... We'll just have to wait and see." he had an aura of sly excitement flowing around him. To be honest, it had England a little nervous.

America ran through the halls, constantly cussing to himself. "I can't believe I let this happen!" he muttered outloud. "If he hurts Mattie, I will hurt that bastard..." Some quite disturbing pictures began flooding his mind. Most invovled Russia torturing Canada and him being in pain. Others involved the same image only... Canada wasn't repulsed by Russia but rather... America felt like he was going to be sick. So this is how Romano feels...?

Russia's never felt so happy. He finally had most of his questions answered. Canada knew about his feelings, and thank god, felt the same way back. He didn't want to let Canada out of his sight. Everytime he did... Russia shook himself from this thoughts. No, he is here. He is safe. His hands began to wonder again. Canada felt his suit slowly coming un-done. The jacket was off, and Russia began working with getting the shirt off.

Canada's hands roamed to Russia's jacket and began fiddling with it. It was so different from his. More complex. He was already jacket-less and his shirt was un-buttoned. He kept it on through... His chest was exposed just enough for Russia to see the toned muscles. This was the first time he actually looked at Canada's bare torso. Even though it was much worse before, Russia saw big bruises consuming his sides and ribs.

"Oh Mattvey... I'm so sorry." he said, eyes fixed on the evidence of that one dreadful day. He did that. That thought pained him more then any battle wound or rejection ever did. Canada looked down and finally realized why Russia was so sad all of a sudden. Cupping his hands over Russia's cheeks, Canada looked him right in the eyes.

"Ivan, that wasn't your fault." Russia gave Canada a small smile. Their lips met once again and Russia thought that nothing could ruin this moment.

He was wrong... Quite wrong...

God France, you're such a perv... XD Anywho, so that was Chapter 7! I hope you liked it. Review and favourite if you liked it :D