Sorry about the late chapter! (It's actually about 12:10AM right now so technically you're getting TWO chapters today!) I was busy today (or rather, YESTERDAY).
Super duper sorry!

We're in day 9 of the 14 Hetalia Pairings I Don't (Really) Ship!

Each day, I will force myself to write and post a genuine (and at least 50-75% competent) romance one-shots for 14 pairings that I don't actually ship. I will post them from Jan31 to Feb13. Sometimes it might just be a poem if I can't think of a story. I have something interesting planned for the 14th~!
In order for this project to work, I'll need a lot of support and reviews and suggestions. I have no idea if I'm shipping some of them right, and I don't know if some of the characters are too OOC. I need you guys to tell me what I'm doing right and wrong. Give me suggestions for things you think I don't ship, but want to see me ship or think I could manage shipping. Oneshots will stay at a rating of T and below. I will only be doing PAIRings.

Shippings I plan to do (as of 2/6/14): FrUK (DONE!), RusPrus (DONE!), CuCan (DONE!), HongNor (DONE!), AusCan (DONE!), Itacest (DONE!), EngMano (DONE!), Romanada (DONE!), RusCan (this chapter), SeaLiech, AustrAme, CanUke, USAMex, Taiwan X Japan

Here is what I already personally ship:
~ USUK ~ GerIta ~ SpaMano ~ GiriPan ~ Chibitalia X HRE ~ Japancest ~ SuFun ~ DenNor ~ AmeRom (with Romania, not Romano) ~ PruCan ~ Romania X Male!Hungary ~

I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters/trademarks.

R&R (and F&F!)

ENJOY~!

Shipping #9 of 14 APH Pairings I Don't Ship
Russia (Ivan Braginski) X Canada (Matthew Williams)
RusCan

Rated T
Requested by: Yuki Mew
Notes:

It was the end of another long, disorganized, crazy, hectic, chaotic, loud, insane, somewhat daunting, somewhat intimidating, and even a little bit scary, World Summit. This time it was held in the building located in one of the colder parts of the country that the whole world is supposedly going to eventually and inevitably become one with whether they like it or not.

Russia.

The personification of said nation was standing right in front of him. They were in the back of the building, in the gazebo.

And both of them were facepalming/rolling their eyes/etc.

Because that white polar bear that Canada could never remember the name of was knawing on Russia's arm.

"I'm really, really sorry, Ivan," Canada said.

Russia was smiling. "You are lucky that I love you. Otherwise I would have forcibly removed him by now."

Canada laughed nervously. "Don't say things like that..." He murmured as he took of his red gloves, walked over to Russia, and began prying the Kuma-thing from Russia's arm. Russia resisted the urge to help him, knowing that he would try to use a bit more force than Canada liked.

It took about five minutes, but Canada eventually succeeded. Not only did he have his bear back, but he also had cold and numb fingers, which wasn't as awesome as having a pet polar bear.

"Kumigara," Canada, said sternly to Kumajiro (yes, Russia actually remembered the bear's name), "this is the tenth and final time I'm going to tell you this! No more biting Russia! Got it?"

Kuma looked up at him curiously. "Uh... Who are you?"

Canada fell to his knees in defeat. "Uuuggghhh. What's the point?"

Russia grabbed Canada and stood him back on his feet. Then he took Canada's gloves and put them back on. Then he picked up the bear and pushed him into Canada's arms. "Don't worry about that. Let's just go. We were going to have fun in the snow after this meeting, da?"

Canada smiled. He nodded. "R-right. We were..."

Russia held out one of his leather-gloved hands. "Then let us go!"

Canada's smile widened. He put Kuma-bear down on the ground, then took Russia's hand. He gave Russia a quick kiss on the lips, then turned to leave.

Russia led Canada—and Kumajiro—around and away from the building, heading for some fun in the snow, a welcome stress reliever that Russia knew both he and his lovely little red maple leaf needed.

Canada convinced Kuma to walk behind them and not try to attack Russia again. The two of them walked gloved-hand-in-gloved-hand. They stopped at a huge snowy field that was outlined by trees.

Canada was able to keep Kuma out of their way by making a cute little snow house for him to play in.

About a minute ago, Russia had left Canada to finish and had walked. Now that he was done, Canada turned around to see where Russia had gone.

Canada thought that his quietness would help him get away with it. And he was somewhat right. He somehow managed to reach down, grab two handfuls of snow, form it into a snowball, and get within easy throwing distance of Russia—about three meters—without the Russian noticing.

But his luck ran out once the the snow ball had traveled a meter after being thrown.

Russia whipped around, pipe in hand, and swung it at the snowball like a baseball player hitting a baseball. "NICE TRY!" he shouted as the pipe made contact with the ball.

The snowball practically exploded upon contact. The countless bits of snow that formerly formed a ball were propelled up into the air several meters at high speeds. Then they stopped for a fraction of a split second. Then they all floated back down.

Canada gasped in amazement at the beautiful sight. Then he looked at Russia. The two exchanged glances.

"I might be a terrible catch," Canada said to Russia, "but I have pretty good aim!"

Russia took a batter's stance. He stuck his tongue out a bit. "Throw another one, then!"

Without hesitation, Canada bent down and made a few more snowballs. He cradled about five of them in one arm, then one by one pitched them at Russia with his free hand.

Each snowball was aimed just right, and each pipe swing was timed just right. One after the other, the snowballs were thrown and hit and burst into a million snowflakes.

It was like their own private snowfall.

Canada watched the snow fall, eyes wide with amazement, smile wide with joy. He didn't notice that Russia had snuck on him. Said country tackled Canada to the ground. Then both fell into a soft but firm pile of snow to Canada's right. They sank into it only a little bit. Both of them were laughing cheerfully.

They stayed there for several minutes.

While walking back, Russia decided to speak up about something that had been on his mind since the meeting earlier.

"I noticed your cute face during the meeting."

Canada laughed softly. "When do you ever not?"

Russia shook his head. His lips almost forming a smile but not quite. "No, my little maple leaf. I mean that I was noticing your expression. You looked a little...sad."

"And?"

"And you looked like you wanted to say something. But you never said anything."

"I was listening."

"You are always listening. Why do you never say anything?"

Canada looked away. "You know why."

"Because you are shy?"

"Exactly."

"Well it is a meeting. If you are going to listen but not speak, then why not just not go and ask someone about it later?"

"I..." Canada frowned deeply.

"There is a different reason why you don't speak up, isn't there?"

Canada didn't answer. He turned his head away.

Then Canada suddenly found himself off the sidewalk, face-up in the snow, a huge Russian sitting on his torso.

He gasped for air.

"IVAN!" he gasped (relatively) loudly, "PLEASE GET OFF!"

"Nope!" Russia replied. "Not until you tell me the real reason."

"That...is...the...real..." The cold wasn't making it any easier to breathe.

Russia folded his arms. "Tell me and I will get up."

"Fine! I'll...tell you...! It's because...the meetings...themselves...are always...too crazy...for anyone...to speak. Let alone...me!"

Russia looked down on Canada's distressed face.

"Nowpleaseletmeup!"

Russia stood up.

Canada was about to stand up as well, but he was stopped a moment later when Russia got on top of him again. Thankfully, Russia only pinned Canada's arms down out on either side of him, weighed Canada's legs down with his own legs, and leaned over him.

"Elaborate," Russia instructed him.

Canada blushed. Not from the cold and not from the distance (or lack of distance) between them, but from the subject.

"I..." Canada sighed. "I go to the meetings because I hope that one day there will be a meeting calm and orderly and quiet enough for me to be heard at."

"Why would you feel like no meeting has been like that?" Russia asked.

"It's... It's because there are other countries that are also shy and quiet, but are louder than me. And every meeting is almost like..." His face hardened. "...almost like a joke! Always so crazy and chaotic and loud and disorderly! Sometimes even Germany can't shut them all up! Especially the loud ones!" 'Now is not the time to mention any names...' Canada thought. "If they—those quiet ones that are still louder than me—can't even speak up and be heard...then how can I ever hope to?

Russia smiled faintly and leaned down closer. "My little leaf, they are the ones that usually do not have anything they want or need to say in the first place. They could speak up if they wanted to, but they don't. You actually do. So why don't you?"

Canada shrugged as much as he could with Russia holding him down. "I don't know. I feel like no one is going to hear me. So why even bother?"

Russia's smile grew wider and warmer. He let to of one of Canada's arms and gently put his hand under Canada's chin. "There are people who will see and hear you. There are those who will speak up for you. Just tell us what you want to say, and we will make you heard."

Canada averted his gaze. "But will they listen to you if you're speaking for me?"

Russia dropped his hand and laughed. He leaned closer. "Oh, you silly little maple leaf! Of course they will! They'd better."

He stopped laughing when he noticed that Canada's frown had deepened.

Russia gently took hold of Canada's face and turned it so he was looking straight up again.

"You are not alone. Trust me. It will seem like that all the time, but it is not like that. Trust me. I would know."

Canada closed his eyes for several seconds, then reopened them with a deep, satisfied sigh once ha smile had formed on his face. "Thanks Ivan," he said warmly and lovingly.

Russia smiled wide. He closed the rest of the distance between their faces and rubbed their noses together.

A moment later, they kissed gently on the lips.

Then Russia finally got off of Canada and helped him to his feet.

"Don't forget one of my promises to you!"

"Remind me again which one that was?"

"At my side, we will rise in power and rule the world together. Because everyone will become one with Mother Russia!"

Canada smirked. "How about you start with me first?" He said with a quiet laugh.

Russia laughed in return and put his arm around Canada's waist. "Of course you are the first one! When do you want the becoming one to start?"

"Oh, I don't know. It depends. How long does it take to get to your house from here?"

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Sorry if that seemed choppy or whatever. I hadn't finished it before I got home...

Shippings done: FrUK, RusPrus, CuCan, HongNor, AusCan, Itacest, EngMano, Romanada, RusCan (this chapter)
Shippings to come: AustrAme, SeaLiech, CanUke, USAMex, JapTai,
Suggestions taken note of, so you don't repeat any requests (some are reviews, others are suggestions from friends): PruMano, America X Cuba, Spain X Prussia, Frain, N. Ireland X UK, RusEng, FrUS, South Korea X Spain, PruIta, Frussia, FrUS, Hungary X Turkey, America X South Korea

This is interesting. I actually have 14 pairings that I have ideas for and can work with.
Or... Do I, really?

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEE~!