"Ah, shit. Man, really?" Gilbert groaned. I stared at him. He was possibly facing his death by Russia's pipe and he just acted as though it was more a nuisance than anything.

Gilbert turned and barely had enough time to duck when Russia's pipe swung at his head.

"I will make you pay for that, da?" Russia said his small smile never leaving his face.

"No." Gilbert said.

It was so quiet in the room you could hear a pin drop. Nobody moved and the tension grew thicker and thicker, until-

BANG!

Gilbert was distracted by the sound of the meeting room door opening leaving himself open and Russia swung hitting him in the head, knocking him to the side and to the floor. He lay there still and unmoving.

"Gilbert!" Matthew started toward him, but a water faucet stopped him in his tracks.

"You will let me finish beating him."

Matthew looked up and met Russia's violet eyes, one's that almost mirrored his own. Something was up though; Russia looked more grim than creepy and psychopathic. Almost like…he didn't want to finish the job and maybe…maybe like he hadn't wanted to hit Gilbert. Matthew wondered, would he…would he actually hurt me? He took a step toward Gilbert; his eye's never leaving Russia's. He watched Russia's face tightened and then smoothed over, his freaky/scary purple aura starting to roll off him again. He raised his pipe. Maple hockey…He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact. CRACK!

He heard the impact…but he didn't feel it. He opened his eyes. Prussia was still on the floor, so who…

"I arrive late and what do I walk into? You trying to beat Mattie? Fuckin' commie bastard." No way. That wasn't, that couldn't be…Alfred? I turned; low and behold there was Alfred, blood trickling from his forehead where he'd been hit.

"You all right Matt?" Alfred said, turning slightly to look at me. I glanced at Russia, who'd somehow ended up on the floor with his pipe bent in a weird angle. Wait…what? Alfred was hit, but still standing and the pipe bent. He couldn't have…no, the pipe couldn't have bent when it hit Alfred. Could it have?

I met Alfred's eyes. Suddenly remembering he asked a question. I nodded.

"Good." He said and turned back to Russia. Russia pushed himself up, so he was leaning on his hands and Alfred crouched down to his eye level. Blood dripped off his face, landing on Russia's jacket and a look of horror crossed Russia's face. Alfred stared at him for a few seconds and then leaned over to whisper in his ear. Now, I was the only one close enough to see Russia's face, but what I saw was so weird that I have no idea if I imagined it or not. Russia had a look of utter guilt and remorse on his face. He also looked completely devastated. Alfred pulled away and stood up.

"Let's take this elsewhere, communist asshole." He said, grabbing the front of Russia's long coat and pulling him roughly to his feet. Everyone stared as Alfred marched out of the room dragging Russia behind. It was silent for a long while.

"Da faq just happened?" Everyone looked over at Poland who'd asked the question and the room erupted into chaos. Spain and France ran over to Gilbert. Italy was crying and shouting things in Italian while hugging Germany. The Baltics seemed shell-shocked and Poland was trying desperately to get Toris to say anything. Everyone was shouting and yelling at one another, trying to figure out what had happened. No one, though, said a word to Canada, who stood where Alfred had left him too shocked to move.

"Will everyone shut up!" Germany shouted. The room went silent. Germany rubbed his face. "The meeting for today is canceled, because I highly doubt we will be able to focus after that. I'll be taking my brother home now."

He walked over, picked up his brother, who had a purple bruise forming on his face, and left. The others followed slowly and in groups. One by one they filed out, until the only one left was Canada.

Canada was forgotten. No one had bothered to check and see if he was okay. No one even glanced at him after everything.

Well, you didn't exactly check if Gilbert was okay either.

Canada flinched. Oh, god Gilbert. You didn't even check to see if he was alright. He got hit on the head with a pipe for you and you just stood there. Pathetic and helpless.

Canada covered his face with his hands.

Pathetic.

Useless.

Worthless.

Despicable.

Canada moved to the table and sat down, quietly crying into his hands completely and utterly wallowing in self-pity.

"Fredka, are you sure you ok?" an all too familiar Russian voice asked.

"I'm fine, jeez, you act like someone tried to kill me." A second voice answered. Canada looked up. That was Alfred.

"I did hit you on the head with my pipe."

Canada watched as the meeting doors opened and Alfred walked in with Russia in tow.

"Vanya, stop the guilt trip. It was necessary to keep up appearances and I already told you, I'm fine." Alfred stopped and stared at Russia till he nodded his head in agreement. "Alrighty, let's get your pipe and get out of here."

They walked over to where the now bent pipe lay on the floor. Canada was silent, they hadn't noticed him and he was really confused as to what was going on.

"Ha, look I freakin' bent it! Isn't it supposed to be a super strong unbreakable lead pipe?" Alfred asked as he leaned over to retrieve the piece of metal. Russia stared at the pipe, perturbed at its new form. "Ivan?"

Alfred glanced up at the unresponsive Russian and straightened up about to assure that he was fine once again, but the very action caused a wave of dizziness to crash over him. He swayed and would have fallen had Ivan not reached out and caught him.

"You are not fine. You will stop lying now, da?" Ivan's voice was firm, but laced with concern.

"Alright, but I will be fine, Vanya. Want to know why?" Alfred said, his fingers making their way to Ivan's ever present scarf. Not waiting for an answer, Alfred tugged the scarf pulling Ivan's face closer. "Because I have you."

Canada watched the whole thing occur before his very eyes and he continued to watch until his brother kissed Russia. Russia, who only moments ago held a pipe to his face, attempted to hit him with it, and had actually hit Gilbert with it. Canada jumped up from the table, effectively separating Alfred and Russia, and ran out of the room barely hearing his brother call out his name.

He didn't look back.


So i was planning to update sooner, but life kinda came by and hit me over the head with a hammer and guys come on we go through this every time, imma just say...I really suck at updating frequently and i apologize. to make up for that im going to try and make the chapters as long as i can.

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