A/N- Uwah! I'm sorry this is so late, I've been busy...ish and have had some serious artists block... I'm sorry... Oh well, hopefully I made up for it with a (slightly) longer chapter and enough fluff to make you sneeze for a week. Please tell me if my writing is getting better because I tried really hard to make this chapter good, but now, without further ado, go ahead and read this chapter!
Chapter 7- Kiss it better
Canada stood in front of his wardrobe and glared at his clothes. Today there was a world meeting; the first one since he and Russia had started dating. Should he tell his family? Or just act like nothing had happened? Would his family even care?
Canada sighed and cast his mind back to his first date with Russia, three weeks ago.
After lunch the rest of the afternoon had gone smoothly with the two of them walking around the street, chatting and generally having a good time. They didn't look like a couple though, they just looked like two friends hanging out around town. The only romantic interaction between them had been when Canada held Russia's hand at lunch. When night began to fall the two made arrangements to meet up the next day and had parted ways.
Since then the two nations had been seeing each other in secret every couple of days. It hadn't been difficult due to the fact that Canada hadn't spoken to his family since the night of the party- or any nation other than Russia for that matter. It should have made him sad he knew but for once he just didn't care. He had Russia.
Canada smiled at the thought. Despite only knowing him for a few weeks Russia had given him more attention than his family had in years. He cared and for once Canada didn't feel neglected or left out.
Worries pushed out of his head, Canada dressed in his uniform, brushed his hair, grabbed Kumajiro and was out the door.
As he approached the meeting place Canada's worries came back. He thought it was best that he didn't tell his family about his relationship with Russia but could he keep it a secret? He probably could, the rational part of his mind decided, but that didn't stop the doubt from creeping in.
As he pushed open the door to the large modern building, Canada was met with a gust of warm air. He smiled and walked in, taking off his gloves as he went.
As he approached the meeting room Canada could hear the familiar, loud voice of his brother arguing about something. It wasn't until he got closer that he realized who he was arguing with. He turned the corner and there was America, having a heated argument with Russia while England tried to get him to calm down.
"Shut up Commie, I'm a hero and you know it!"
"Ah but to be a hero you have to do heroic stuff and save people, da?"
"Shut up you f*cking Commie!"
"Dammit Alfred, calm down you Git!"
Canada sighed. This was an all too familiar scene at these conferences. Russia and America would get into an argument over something trivial and the whole thing could escalate into practically another world war. There was one problem this time; He didn't know who to root for. On one hand there was America. His brother and national asshole, who despite forgetting him from time to time, was still his brother and could be really sweet when he wanted to be. On the other hand there was Russia. His boyfriend. The one person who always seemed to notice him and also his brother's biggest enemy.
Canada sighed and leaned against the wall. It wasn't as if anyone was going to ask his opinion so instead he opted for watching the two argue.
Eventually the two powerful nations lost interest and went to sit down in their seats, still rather hyped up from their argument. Canada sighed inwardly and went to sit in his seat, clasping Kumajiro to his chest gratefully. As he made his way through the crowd of busy people, Canada was jostled around and pushed over but not once did anyone bother to apologize.
With a relieved sigh Canada sunk into his seat set about organizing his papers.
xXx
On the other end of the room Russia watched the small Canadian with a smile on his face. Everything about his new boyfriend was perfect. His violet eyes, gentle nature even the way that little curl on his head bobbed around when he moved. Quickly he shook his head of these thoughts. He was acting like a love-struck teenager, not a powerful nation with a cruel and sadistic reputation. He needed to concentrate dammit, this was an important meeting.
Just then the room fell silent as Germany called the meeting to order. He wasn't technically in charge but, being the only person actually serious about the meetings, it was usually him who made sure no one stepped out of line. Not everyone was happy with this arrangement but it mostly got the meetings done, even if some people kept butting in with silly ideas.
As the meeting went on Russia took down his notes automatically and was relieved when the meeting ended. He was just about to make is way over to Canada when he was dragged into a conversation by his sister, Ukraine. Canada would have to wait just a little longer.
xXx
Canada hummed happily to himself as he gathered up his things. He was in a good mood. Ever since Russia had come into his life he had been a lot happier even if he was still forgotten by his family.
Sometimes however, Canada got the feeling Russia was not as happy as he seemed. Sometimes a dark shadow passed his face and his smile became forced. It didn't happen often, in fact it had only happened twice to Canada and he wondered what it was that was making his boyfriend unhappy. Most of the time however, Russia seemed genuinely pleased to see him, unlike his family who were yet to talk to him that meeting.
It was then that Canada heard a shout of anger behind him and he turned to see the man from a few weeks ago running towards him.
"America! What the hell have you been saying about me?" He yelled before bringing his fist down on Canada's head.
"I-I'm n-not America!" stuttered Canada looking up at the man with a terrified expression on his face.
"Then who the hell are you?" the man asked clearly confused. He had dark skin and dark dreadlocked hair, pulled back into a rough pony tail with some string. He wore a red Hawaiian shirt and there was a small amount of stubble on his chin.
"I-I'm Canada, America's brother..." mumbled Canada rubbing his head.
Realization dawned on the man and he offered the boy a hand up. "Sorry about that..." he said sheepishly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Smiled Canada, taking the tall man's hand. "What's your name?"
"I'm Cuba, nice to meet you, sorry about mistaking you for your brother..."
"It's fine it happens all the time, you're not the first, I'm used to it."
Relief flooded the taller man's face face at the Canadian's words. "No hard feelings right?" He asked, looking into the boy's eyes.
"Right." Confirmed Canada, smiling.
"Phew," Sighed the Cuban, returning Canada's smile. "Listen, I've gotta go, but I'll see you around yeah?"
"Yeah, see you." Agreed Canada as the Cuban man walked away from him.
When he was sure that Cuba was gone Canada let out a groan and rubbed his head. He had been hit quite hard and he could feel a lump forming and as he pulled his hand away he saw a tiny bit of blood on his fingers from his head. Quickly he wiped his hands on his trousers and did his best to make sure his hair covered his injury. Nations healed fast and he knew that the wound would have stopped bleeding by now but he didn't want people asking questions about the red liquid he knew coated the back of his head. Briefly he glanced at his head in the glass of a window and thought himself presentable, despite not being able to see the actual injury.
With the pain in his head subsiding, Canada made his way over to the door. Once outside he walked towards his car, ready to go home, only to be cornered by Russia.
"You weren't leaving before saying goodbye?" he asked smiling.
"Russia!" smiled the Canadian, giving the tall man a hug.
Russia blushed slightly as it was unusual for the boy to display affection so obviously. As if on cue, Canada suddenly tensed and pulled away from Russia sheepishly. "S-sorry..." he mumbled, looking up at his boyfriend with wide eyes.
"Privet Canada~" said Russia, his grin growing wider at Canada's discomfort. No one should be allowed to be that cute, it was practically criminal. "Are you doing anything later?"
Canada, taken aback by the sudden question, ceased his stuttered apologies and looked up at Russia smiling. "No..." he said, knowing what came next.
"You will have lunch with me, da?" it wasn't a question, more of a statement but Canada wasn't going to reject the idea either way.
"Okay." he grinned. "Where were you thinking?"
"Well, I saw a place not far from here when I going to the meeting. We could go there, da?"
"Sounds good to me. Just stay here while I put some stuff in my car. M'kay?"
"Okay then Canada~"
And with that Canada turned and walked away while Russia watched from behind, examining every inch his boyfriend. Yes, it was kind of creepy but hey, he was his boyfriend, didn't that give him examining rights?
Russia often wondered why so few people noticed Canada. Yes he was quiet but there were several quiet countries and it didn't make them invisible. Maybe it was an effect of having America as a brother, it just made you... fade into the shadows. Canada wasn't a thing like his brother though. He was quiet and polite and really, very cute. From his soft, tiny hands to his lavender eyes and blonde wavy hair. Hair that, Russia noted with a frown, had a small patch of red at the back.
Within seconds Russia was back at Canada's side. "Why is there blood on your head?" he asked, frowning.
"Oh, um that... well... um... you know that time when I got really beaten up by some guy who thought I was America?"
"Go on..."
"W-well... turns out that was Cuba and... it happened again today just after the meeting..." Instantly Russia's face darkened. So it was Cuba who was responsible for that. He would pay for harming his little Canadian. Seeing Russia's change in expression, Canada hurriedly went on. "B-but it's alright now, we're friends. He apologized and he knows who I am now so it won't happen again... I hope..."
Russia sighed. Canada forgave people too easily but if he didn't wish harm upon the Cuban then it wouldn't happen. "But you are alright now, da?"
"I'm fine, Russia, just a little sore." replied Canada, relieved that his boyfriend appeared to have calmed down.
"I will kiss it better, da?" smiled Russia looking down at the Canadian whose cheeks reddened at his words.
"E-eh? I'm f-fine, real-" Canada stopped talking abruptly as he was pulled into a hug by Russia who planted a kiss on the top of his head.
"All better now, da?" giggled the Russian man, as the Canadian blushed.
They stood there for a minute, Russia still with his arms around Canada.
"U-um Russia? Could you let me go?"
"Ah? Oh, right..." said Russia, sheepishly as he let go of the boy, a little regretfully. He was enjoying that. "We should go have lunch now, da?"
"Sounds good to me." said Canada. His face was still on fire but he had enjoyed being in Russia's arms. It had made him feel safe.
Together the two set off to lunch and as they walked, Canada reached for Russia's hand, letting him know that he was grateful for the hug earlier.
It was a few hours later that Francis Bonnefry, otherwise known as the Nation France, stepped out of the meeting room. He had some business to attend to and it had forced him to stay behind after the meeting ended, causing him to miss lunch.
"Ah~ All this work is going to make me to lose my looks." he said to no-one in particular as he walked along the side of the building, towards the car park. There were only three cars left; His own, Canada's and one he didn't recognize. Strange. What was Canada doing still here?
It was then that France heard a laugh from around the corner and he poked his head around the wall to see an interesting sight. There was Canada. His son Canada, the sweetest gentlest boy he had ever had the fortune to come across, holding hands with Russia- Russia!- and laughing happily.
"Mon dieu..." he whispered to himself. Quickly, he pulled his head back behind the wall and walked towards his car deep in thought. Russia and Canada, eh? He would have to keep an eye on this one. Of course if Russia hurt his boy he would grind him into the dust, that went without saying, but... provided all went well then this could be veeeery interesting. But first, a call to someone who could keep him informed... Hungary perhaps, she enjoyed this kind of thing after all.
A grin spread across the Frenchman's face at the thought. Yes. This would be interesting.
A/N-Chapter seven! -cue trumpet fanfare- I hope you enjoyed it and, yes, you may interpret "some business to attend to" how you wish -eyebrow wiggle-
And- Oh right! Translations! I'm sorry I keep forgetting them ^^;
Privet- Hello in Russian
Mon dieu- My god in French
Okay, now I've got those over with I just want to thank all of you for reviewing and favouriting my story, seriously you have no idea how much it means to me :')
Please continue to review and favourite my story because it brings me so much joy~
Oh, and one more thing; if you ever find yourself with writers block, try listening to Giorgos Alkaios and Friends by OPA, for some reason it just really helped me, I don't know why.
That's all from me for now folks,
See ya peeps!
~Tigress
