A/N-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! This is like, the third late update in a row ;^; Please don't kill meeee! I got awful writer's block and couldn't find the motivation so I kept putting it off but then I made a deal with myself. I saw a Hetalia manga in a bookshop yesterday and I brought it but I made myself not read it until I had finished writing this chapter... Thus giving me motivation! Getting a sugar rush from putting maple syrup in lemonade helped as well.
So here it is! Dadada~! I would have submitted it yesterday but my dad cut the internet TT_TT
Oh well, at least you have it now! Anyway, sorry if the start isn't very good, but I was suffering from writers block at the time so... forgive me?
Warning: Plot developments, Asshole America and foul (but censored) language.
Chapter 9- Forgotten Again
"Sister, you can't!" Ukraine stood in the doorway to Belarus's house, blocking her sister's way out.
"Why not? Brother needs me!" Belarus frowned at Ukraine. Currently she was the only thing stopping her from going to her brother. "His new friend," she spat the word harshly, "Is going to hurt him!"
Ukraine stared at her sister in dismay. She knew that Canada wouldn't harm her brother but she had promised Russia she wouldn't tell Belarus who his friend was so she would have to find some other way to keep her away. "Sister," Ukraine began with a sigh, "You can't just assume that, Russia needs more friends, he can't get by with only us. Also, you have no idea where he is so there isn't that much point..."
Belarus seemed to understand her sister's words because she stopped trying to force her way past Ukraine but still paced angrily up and down in front of her.
"You're right. I don't know where he is, I have to find him."
Ukraine sighed. Her sister seemed to be missing the point. "Also I don't think that his friend will harm brothe-"
"I will ask brother where he is so that I can go to him." Interrupted Belarus, pulling out her phone. She dialled Russia's number but when she hit the call button she was met with an answering machine.
'I'm sorry, but the person you called is not available right now. Please try again later or leave a message after th-'
Belarus didn't bother listening to the rest. Instead she ended the call and with a screech of anger, launched her phone across the room, where it fell to the floor, miraculously unharmed.
"Belarus, please! Calm down! You can ask brother later, next time you see him, or I'll ask him." She said, trying to calm down her enraged sister. "He'll be fine, brother can look after himself, you have plenty of time to ask him."
Belarus sighed and slumped down into a chair. Ukraine was right. There was nothing that she could do... for the moment.
"Okay sister, you're right, I will wait." She sighed, looking over to Ukraine.
Ukraine's facer lit up with a smile at Belarus's words. "Great!" She cried, bounding over to her sister. "While we're waiting, do you want to bake some cookies?"
Belarus most certainly did not want to bake cookies but her sister's smile was just too innocent and happy to say no to, so with a sigh she got up from her seat and went to help Ukraine in the kitchen.
Canada sighed happily and leant his head back on Russia's chest. They had decided to continue watching the movie despite having missed half of it and Canada couldn't be happier. He wasn't really watching it, and he didn't think Russia was either, instead they were enjoying being together taking comfort from the others presence.
Suddenly a thought struck Canada. America was going to find out about them. Hungary had said she was going to write about his relationship with Russia in her blog and there was every chance that America would find it. Canada's face paled at the thought. It would be far worse if America simply stumbled upon it by chance, it didn't bare thinking about.
"R-Russia..." He said hesitantly, looking up at his lover with wide eyes.
"Hmm?" He asked, realizing something was wrong with Canada.
"Hungary... she was going to write about us, and put it on the internet, m-my brother will see it! And then he'll be mad that I didn't tell him, and his feelings will be hurt and... and..."
"Shhh..." Said Russia, trying to calm his boyfriend down but inside he was worrying as well. Would America stop Canada from seeing him? Would he force him to leave? He hoped not. He would have preferred to keep their secret, but at the moment America finding out seemed inevitable.
"It's okay, Canada, we can just tell him, he'll understand..."
"Y-you think?" Canada looked up at him with worried eyes.
"Da, just promise me one thing..."
"What?"
"If he objects, don't leave me... please..."
Canada wrapped his hands around Russia's waist at his words and pulled him into a reassuring hug. "Of course not." He said, smiling, "There's no way that my brother can stop me from doing what I want and right now, all I want is to be with you..."
Russia smiled down at the little blonde and wrapped his own arms around him, returning the hug. "So when do you want to tell him?" He asked as Canada pulled away from him.
"W-well I was thinking I could tell him sometime tomorrow..." he murmured, still unsure.
"Da, that sounds good, but I will be there too?"
"I-I'm not sure that that's such a good idea... He might freak out a little, let me break it to him gently..."
"Okay then, but I will be close, da? Just in case you need me?"
"I'd like that... mumbled Canada, settling back into Russia's arms.
The next day Canada waited outside his house anxiously. Russia had said that he would meet him there and together they would go to break the news to America. Canada knew that Russia wasn't due to come for another ten minutes but he was just to nervous to simply sit inside his house, at least he had Kumajiro for comfort, though. The white bear was being remarkably well behaved for one, perhaps sensing his owners anxiety and Canada was grateful for it. He was far too jumpy to handle his bear if he felt like acting up.
Five long minutes later Canada spotted the familiar silver hair and purple scarf of his lover as he rounded the corner on Canada's street.
"Russia!" he called, running over, ignoring Kumajiro's mumbled protests at being bounced around.
"Hello Canada." smiled Russia, a childish grin spreading over his face. Most people found that grin slightly unnerving but Canada thought it was cute and smiled himself at his expression, his worries temporarily forgotten.
"So you are ready to tell him, da?" Russia asked, and Canada's temporary happiness left.
"U-um, yes..." he mumbled, looking down at his feet, his smile vanishing.
"Canada is okay, da?" Russia asked noticing his boyfriend's anxiety.
"I-I'm fine... I'm just worried about how he'll react, that's all..." Canada mumbled, his cheeks dusted with pink, a little embarrassed about his worries.
"It'll be fine, It'll be fine..." soothed Russia, patting Canada on the back.
"Y-yeah... I guess you're right, what am I getting so worried about, eh? It's not like he can do anything if he doesn't like it, right?"
"Da. So we should go and tell now him then?"
"Y-yes." Canada nodded and together they set off to his brother's house.
Canada parked his car on his brothers road and got out, looking up at the large house in front of him with unease. Would America accept his relationship? Or would he be angry?
"I will wait here, da?" Canada turned and saw Russia leaning against a tree, just out of America's garden and out of sight from the door of the house. A perfect place.
"O-okay then... see you soon..." Canada stammered out before stepping onto the doorstep.
He hesitated a moment before ringing the doorbell. Did he really want to do this? He would have to tell him sooner or later he decided and so, without hesitation this time, Canada placed his finger on the button. The ring echoed through the silence and there was an awkward moment of awkwardness in which Canada shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours of waiting the door opened and out stepped his brother with a "Heroic" smile on his face. Canada did his best to return the smile but it turned out more of a grimace and it didn't help that America seemed confused by his presence.
"Uh, hey! It's... erm... you!... who are you again?"
Canada's smile dropped and he clasped Kumajiro just a little tighter. He had something important to say, why couldn't his brother remember him just this once?
He sighed, and tried once again to smile at his clueless sibling. "I-I'm C-Canada, your brother..." He said, his stammer the only clue as to how nervous he really was.
"Brother...? Oh! Canada! I remember now! So what brings you here?" America asked, finally remembering his brother.
Canada took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Yes... I have something to tell you and it's kind of impotan- What?" He asked, realizing for the first time that Alfred was giving him a very puzzled look.
"Who are you again?" he asked cocking his head to one side.
Canada frowned. Had America really just forgotten him while he was talking to him? America had never done that before... England had, but never America and it made him sad. In the short time that he had been ignoring his family, was this what happened? Canada felt tears spring to his eyes but he blinked them away. He had to tell America.
"I-I'm Canada and..." he sighed." Look, can I come in?"
"Oh, uh sure, come on in." Grinned America, having re-remembered his brother. He swung the door opening, stepping to one side and granting his brother access. "So bro, what brings you here?" He asked as they sat down in his living room, on the American flag couches that America had found at a junk sale one time and just had to buy, despite them smelling weird.
"Oh, um yes... well you see, I have something I need to tell you, i-it's kind of important..." Canada fidgeted and twisted his fingers together on his lap.
"Okay then. What did ya wanna tell me... uh... Canada?" America asked, seeming to forget Canada's name for a second.
"Yes, well... you may not have noticed but, I haven't been around recently and it's because-"
"Dude! I don't even know you! How could I have noticed if you weren't around?" America asked, jumping up and pointing at Canada. Instantly Canada felt the tears come back and he stared up at America with hurt filled eyes. It was happening again. He was being forgotten. Normally if someone forgot him, it was in a room filled with people. He was rarely forgotten when he was alone with someone else but now his own brother was forgetting him. Was it some flaw of his? Was it his his fault for not doing anything notable or talking too quietly or just being too plain? All his life he had faded into the background, never being the centre of attention. Was it his own fault? Canada could feel the tears begin to overflow.
"I-I'm C-Canada..." he managed to choke out, lowering his head. Realization dawned on America and he sat down in his seat a grin plastered on his face, once again not being able to read the situation or sense his brother's mood. "Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that bro, I forgot you for a moment, you should really speak up, y'know."
"I'll t-try." choked Canada as his voice cracked and a tear fell down his cheek.
"Good for you, bro!" Said America, grinning wider and giving Canada a thumbs up sign, though his sibling didn't notice. "So what did you wanna tell me?"
"I-I-I just want to s-say-" Canada stammered out but before he could finish the phone rang and America stood up.
"I'll just go get that alright? Be right back!" and with that he was gone and Canada rested his head in his hands, giving himself the luxury of a few tears before his brother came back. When he heard him put the phone down in the hall, Canada quickly wiped away his tears. He looked up to see his brother standing stock still in the doorway.
"Alfred I-"
"Who the f*ck are you!" Canada froze. A tiny, and slightly creepy smile graced his lips and he stared straight ahead. Thirty seconds. Thirty f*cking seconds! Was that all that his brother, the person who he had been with for half his life, could remember him for?
"Woah, dude are you okay?" America asked, his voice sounding strangely disorientated. Absent-mindedly Canada raised his hand to his cheek and noted that he was crying. He was crying. Just like that, he was snapped back into reality. Quickly he stood up and stood, fists shaking before his brother, his tear-stained face in shadow.
"My name is Canada. Your brother. The second largest country in the world." he said in a deadly whisper.
"Hey, hey. You don't get all pissy with me, I just didn't-" America began, a smirk on his face.
"WHY CAN'T YOU REMEMBER ME! IS IT SO F-F*CKING HARD?"screeched Canada, his voice shaking and his tears flowing freely now.
For possibly the first time in his life, America began to read the mood. He noted Canada's tears, his shaking fists and distraught look in his eye and he knew he had erred badly. "H-hey, bro, I'm sorry, I was only-"
"I d-don't want y-you ap-pology!" cried Canada, running out of the room, his bear in pursuit and slamming the door behind him.
"-joking..." Finished America, shocked by the outcome of the conversation. "Aw man." he said to himself, slumping down in his seat and placing his chin on his hand. "I was only trying to make a joke, is it a sensitive subject? Was I too hard on him?"
"You were a complete asshole." Said Tony, his alien blankly, appearing out of no-where as he sometimes did.
Canada slammed the door behind him loudly and sank down to the ground with tears obscuring his vision. He saw the blurry figure of Russia run towards him but made no effort to move. He felt himself being scooped up and carried over to his car and still did nothing, opting instead to let his tears fall down his face. Russia stared down at the sobbing blonde and sighed quietly. Had America objected? Was that why he was crying? It was clear that he wasn't going to get an answer any time soon, so instead he placed the younger man in the passenger seat of the car and drove them both back to the boy's house. There, he placed Canada down on the couch and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What happened?" he asked Kumajiro, who had been watching Canada silently, an angry expression in his eyes.
"American bastard. Forgot. Over and over. Made him cry." He said bluntly before turning his gaze back to his master.
Russia stared down at Canada, and felt a deeper hatred for America than usual. He had made his little Canadian cry. He had hurt him. Russia wished that he could make America pay, but he knew that would hurt Canada even more. He sighed and planted a kiss on Canada's forehead. 'I won't let anyone else hurt you. I promise.' He said in his head. As he thought these words, Canada's bloodshot eyes flipped open and he looked blankly at Russia for a moment, before giving him a tearful smile. Russia was about to smile back, but suddenly Canada's one dropped.
"I-I didn't t-tell him..." he whispered. "I c-couldn't..." his voice trembled and for a moment Russia feared he would start crying again. Quickly, he pulled the boy into a hug. "It's okay, your bear told me what happened, it's okay."
"B-but n-now I h-have to g-go back and t-tell him and I don't w-want to see him." Canada said, getting a little hysterical.
"Shhh, it's okay Canada, you don't have to see him if you don't want to. You don't need to tell him, da?"
"B-but he s-saw me cry... w-what if he tries to a-apologise? He's gonna l-look for me here!"
"Canada... you can't avoid him forever..." Canada's head shot up and he stared at Russia in horror, as he realized his words were true.
"I-I know, I just... don't want to see him yet..." he sighed.
"W-well... you could come stay at my house, until you do want to speak to him, da?"
Instantly Canada perked up. "D-do you mean it?" he asked, unable to keep the happiness out of his voice.
"Da. You should stay in Russia for a bit!" Russia said, letting out a childish giggle in his excitement. "You should pack a few things, da?"
"Da!" Canada agreed, getting caught up in his boyfriend's excitement. He jumped up, worries forgotten and dashed upstairs. Swung the door to his wardrobe open and grabbed three changes of clothes, placed them on the bed and pulled a suitcase out from under it.
Five minutes later, Canada was packed and ready, standing in the hall by his suitcase, waiting for Russia to meet him.
Russia unlocked the door to his house and swung it open, graciously stepping to one side to let the Canadian boy next to him enter first.
"This is my house. The guest room is up the stairs and on the right. You can put your suitcase in there, da?" He said with a smile, closing the door behind them.
"Wow! It's amazing!" Canada exclaimed in admiration, looking up at the tall staircases and deep wooden panelling with awe.
Russia's house was huge. Once home to the soviet union and housing several countries at a time, it was now cold, dusty and empty but that didn't stop it being impressive.
The walls were made of a dark wood panelling, with old fashioned but fitting furniture placed strategically around the room. A rosewood coffee table rested between two couches in the middle of the room with a blue vase of sunflowers resting on it. A brick fireplace was placed on one wall and on the mantle above it were pictures. Two of Belarus and Ukraine on their own, and one of the two together with Russia. They looked so happy together and Canada couldn't help smiling at the scene.
"A-ah Canada will put his things away now, da?" said Russia, getting a little embarrassed and not wanting Canada to pay too close attention to the things on the mantle he was subconsciously walking towards.
"E-eh? Oh right!" Said Canada sheepishly, picking up his case and going to place it in his room.
When he got back he noticed Russia standing beside the fireplace, a picture in his hand and a small, but forlorn smile on his face and a faraway look in eyes.
Canada began to walk towards him but the floor beneath him creaked and Russia turned around with a jump. Hurriedly he place the picture down behind him, face down, so that you couldn't see the picture.
"Canada! You surprised me!" he said, a smile plastered on his face.
Canada only smiled back instead of answering, feeling bad for walking in on Russia's thoughts like that.
"Do you want to watch some ice-skating with me?" Russia asked, trying to draw attention away from what he had just been doing. "It should be on right now..."
"O-okay..." said Canada, feeling awkward as the two walked into yet another huge room and sat down on a sofa and Russia turned on the TV.
Thirty minutes later, Canada had relaxed again. He had his head on Russia's shoulder and was happily enjoying the ice-skating when he heard it. The sound of someone clawing on the front door and the unmistakably creepy voice of a girl calling "Marry me brother..."
A/N- Damn, once I got into the flow of writing, this chapter just didn't wanna end!Also, what can I say? I enjoy making America an asshole. Bet you want the next chapter now, huh? I'll try to update on time from now on, but it's not always easy, especially as in school right now I'm choosing my subjects and it is basically deciding my whole life. BTW, does anyone know which sciences are required to become a clinical psychologist? *ahem* anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review, it makes me happy~
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a manga to read. :3
~Tigress
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