"Oh comrade Canada! It is good to be hearing from you. Da?"

Canada sighed in relief he had been overreacting again, but he was glad to hear Russia's voice too.

"Y-yes it is." Canada felt a smile forming on his face it really was nice talking to Russia.

"How is the search for your polar bear going?"

Canada's smile fell at the mention of his lost bear, and he remembered the day he had spent trekking through the woods around his house.

"Canada are you still there?"

Russia's voice snapped Canada out of his thoughts. "Oh I-I'm sorry I-it's just…well we d-didn't f-find Kuma today."

Oh Russia thought to himself. Well that would explain why he is so sad, Russia did not like it when Canada was sad. How could he change that?

"I will also be there to help look for your bear comrade."

Canada had almost forgotten that Russia had agreed to help with the search for his bear.

"Oh thank you so much Russia. This means a lot to me." Canada had a bright smile on his face, he liked spending time with Russia and was happy the larger nation was gonna help.

Canada and Russia remained on the phone for a while just talking to each other. Both found out that they shared a love for hockey, Canada found out that Russia's favorite flower was a sunflower. They stayed on the phone talking about anything subjects ranging from favorite color to arguments about the best hockey teams.

Russia was happy to be talking on the phone with Canada he just wished that he was actually talking to Canada and not doing it through a phone, but for now this would have to do. Although he knew that the Canadian might not want to talk about it right now he had to ask.

"Canada why is bear so special to you?"

Russia generally curious he had never cared for an animal the way Canada seemed to care for his pet bear. It was just a bear what was the big deal.

Canada remained quiet for a moment. "Kuma is special to me because he's always been there for me."

"But he is just bear. He stays with you for food da? So why worry so much about him."

Russia realized he was being slightly insensitive, but he wanted to know why Canada would do so much for a bear.

"No Kuma is more than that, he's not just a bear he's my best friend. Before I was discovered Kuma was the only one there for me, when I lived in the wilderness of my land Kuma stayed and protected me, he helped me find food, and most of all he never left. When the explorers came Kuma stayed by my and looked out for me, when they left he still stayed, as I grew as a nation Kuma stayed, when the other nations forgot me and left Kuma stayed. Kuma was like my security blanket as long as I had him everything would be ok. I wouldn't be completely forgotten because Kuma was there…..With Kuma I knew I was never alone." Canada finished his voice barely above a whisper but Russia still heard, but more than that Russian understood. He could relate to the Canadian he knew the pain that came with being alone it was a horrible thing and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to hug the Canadian and tell him that he would always be there for him, but he couldn't do that so he settled for something else.

"Comrade I promise that I will find your bear no matter what."

Canada had felt the tears threatening to fall he had poured out his heart to Russia a nation he barely knew and had expected to be laughed at for his weakness, but instead he heard Russia's promise and gasped.

"I will get flight to Ottawa first thing in morning. I should be at your house before nightfall. Da?"

Canada just nodded his head and then realizing that Russia wouldn't be able to hear it he whispered out yes.

"B-but are you sure you-" Canada tumbled over his words.

"Do not worry comrade I have made promise and I will keep it."

Canada blushed. "O-ok Russia."

"We are friends da?"

Russia asked.

"Oui"

"Then call me Ivan."

"Oh ok w-well then you should call me M-Matthew."

"Matvey?"

"Oh that is ok too." Canada really liked the way the Russian equivalent of his name sounded especially when Russia was saying it.

"Mattie! France made food he says you should eat something!" Canada heard America yell from the other side of his study door. Canada glanced at the clock on his wall and saw that it was 8 o'clock he had been talking to Russia for hours now.

"Oh! Um Rus- Ivan I have to go t-talk to you later?"

"Da I will be seeing you tomorrow Matvey."

Canada hung up the phone and walked out of his study only to run into America.

"Oh hey Al what are you doing right here?"

"Who were you talking to?"

"Huh?"

"On the phone just a minute ago who were you talking to?" America raised an eyebrow at Canada.

Canada felt like a child being scolded by his mother. He looked at the ground, what was he supposed to say? He couldn't lie to America, but if he told him the truth the other would probably get angry.

"Um I had to call my boss." Canada said still glancing at the floor. That wasn't really a lie seeing as he did have to call his boss.

"Don't lie to me Mattie." America glared at his brother who still refused to look at him.

Damn. America had easily seen through his lie. "W-well I w-was t-talking to a friend." Ok that wasn't a lie and he was really hoping America wouldn't decide to ask who that friend was.

"What friend?" Damn. Of course America had to ask. Well he might as well tell America now seeing as Russia would be showing up at his house tomorrow.

"I-it w-was…Russia." Canada whispered the last word hoping that the American hadn't heard him, but no the American heard very clearly.

"Did you just say Russia?" Canada still looked at the floor.

"Matthew look at me." America demanded. Oh no this is bad America was using his whole name.

Canada slowly brought his head up and looked at America. America's normally bright sky blue eyes were now an icy blue. Canada felt chilled as he looked at America.

"Yes I w-was talking to Russia." Canada began to shake slightly America had a murderous glint in his eyes and right now he wished he could crawl into a corner and die, anything to get away from the look America was giving him.

"And what were you two talking about?" America said through clenched teeth it was like the anger was radiating off of him in waves.

"Oh n-nothing important j-just stuff." Canada said his gaze drifting to the floor again.

"Matthew." America's voice remained calm and steady but Canada could tell his brother meant business and looked back at America's eyes.

Canada began to chew his bottom lip he felt so small under America's glare. "Well w-we were just m-making small t-talk about unimportant things r-really."

"You're telling me that you spent 6 hours on the phone talking to Russia about whatever." America glared.

France walked up the stairs and saw America and Canada talking, and it looked like America was scolding Canada very harshly if the look in Canada's eyes was anything to go by. France decided it would be best if he broke this up.

"Mathieu. What are you still doing up here? Come eat you haven't had anything since breakfast." France grabbed Canada's arm and led him down the stairs. America gave Canada a 'this isn't over' look, before following them down the stairs.

France led Canada all the way to the dining room table before hurrying off to the kitchen. A grumpy England was already seated at the table in a chair across from America, grumbling about being kicked out of the kitchen. America sat down next to Canada and remained quiet, but Canada could feel the tension in the air America would not remain quiet for long.

France walked into the room moments later holding a dish up high much like a waiter would.

"Oh papa did you cook? You didn't have to do that you are my guest." Canada stated.

"Do not worry it Mathieu. It was my pleasure, and I'm happy to be spreading the wonders of French cuisine with those who obviously don't realize how horrid there own cuisine is." France looked at America and England as he said this. The former was to busy glaring at his brother to notice, but England noticed and was greatly offended.

"Just what do you mean by that you bloody frog?" England said beginning to rise from his chair.

"Oh nothing do not worry your little head about it." France said with a laugh. England growled, but sat back down in his seat.

France placed the dish in the center of the table and removed the cover with flourish. "I have prepared for you today Duck a l'Orange."

"Um papa where did you get the ingredients for this?" Canada said he knew the dish and was sure he didn't have all of the ingredients for it in his kitchen.

"Well when I saw what little you had in your kitchen." France glanced at Canada who had a guilty look on his face. "I decided to go to the store and pick up some ingredients."

"Oh papa that really wasn't necessary." France had had the time to go to the store get ingredients and prepare a dinner all while he was on the phone with Russia. Canada blushed at the thought he had spent the afternoon talking to Russia like a teenage girl on the phone with her boyfriend. Canada felt his cheeks heating up more.

"Like I said it is ok and you were busy non?" France asked as he served plates to everyone. Canada felt the blush spreading to his neck.

"Yes you must have had a lot of work piled up lad." England said as he pretended to hate the dish that France had made, it was actually quite good.

"Yes Mattie why don't you tell everyone about the important business you were taking care of. I would sure love to know." Canada flinched at the bitterness he heard in America's voice.

Well he knew what he had to do and that was telling them what he had been doing and the plans he had made even though he knew they wouldn't be happy.

"Well when I was in my study I was on the phone talking to…Russia." As Canada said this England and France nearly choked on the food they were eating.

"I'm sorry I think I misheard you lad. Who were you talking to?" England asked raising his huge eyebrows.

"Russia." Canada mumbled poking at his duck.

"Um Mathieu. Why was Russia calling you?" France asked in a state of utter shock.

"He didn't call me. I called him." Canada said.

"Say what! Mattie don't you know that guy is bad news." Well America had finally snapped Canada wasn't just talking to Russia he was calling Russia and talking to him on the phone for 6 hours straight that was not something his little bro should be doing with that commie bastard.

"What did you two talk about?" France asked.

"W-well we just talked you know." Canada said shrugging his shoulders trying to brush the whole thing off.

"And?" Damn it. When did America start reading the atmosphere?

Canada sighed. Well he had just told himself that he needed to tell them. "Russia might sort of be coming over tomorrow."

"He might what?" America yelled as he stood up knocking his chair down in the process. England and France were as equally shocked.

"Come over tomorrow and stay here for a while." Canada said in a rush not looking at his family as the words left his mouth.

"Why?" The other three nations said simultaneously.

"To help us look for Kuma." Canada said.

"Why do you want his help? You already have us you don't need anyone else!" America yelled slamming his hands on the table. "Especially not his help!"

"Al what's your problem Ivan isn't that bad a guy."

"Ivan? So you're on a first name basis with him! Mattie don't you realize that Russia is not a nice guy!"

"Ivan isn't that bad Alfred!" Now Canada had snapped he was sick of America bad mouthing the Russian.

"Mattie you're to naïve to understand I'm just looking out for you!" America yelled. Why didn't Canada understand that he was just trying to help.

"Alfred you don't control my life I can make decisions by myself!" Canada yelled standing up and knocking his own chair over.

"Mattie you're too trusting I'm just trying to stop you from getting hurt!" America yelled why couldn't Canada understand that he just cared about him?

France and England watched as the two brothers fought with each other. America's eyes were filled with anger, but behind all that anger he was hurt. He was just trying to be there for his brother, so why was he being rejected?

Canada's eyes were filled with anger as well, but just like America there was something behind the anger, Canada was also hurt. Why wouldn't America let him become friends with someone? Didn't America understand that the idea of being alone was horrible?

"Mathieu, Alfred stop yelling this will not solve your problems."

"The frog is right you two need to calm down so we can talk things out."

"But Mattie is being ridiculous."

"Me you're the one being over controlling, and-" Canada was fully prepared to go on a rant about America's flaws but he was interrupted by a loud noise that silenced all the others in the house.

"…"

"W-was that a gun shot?"

A/N: And I leave you with this beautiful cliff hanger. Please let me know how you feel about this reviews equal love. And I love all meh reviewers XD