At Russia's house.…

"Mr. Russia sir." Lithuania said as he stood in the doorway of Russia's room. It was 5 o'clock in the morning and Russia had woken Lithuania and the other Baltic up 30 minutes ago saying something about preparing for a flight.

"Ah there you are Lithuania. I want you to take care of the house while I am gone. Da?" Russia said as he continued to pack his back while humming an Old Russian song.

"U-um if you don't mind my asking, but where are you going?" Lithuania asked slightly afraid that Russia would snap in a minute and lash out at him.

"I am going to help comrade Matvey find bear." Russia said with a smile on his face.

Who was Russia talking about? Lithuania thought to himself. "U-um I'm sorry Mr. Russia, but who did you say you were helping?"

"I am helping Matvey. Canada." Russia turned to see that Lithuania had a confused expression on his face. "America's brother." Russia saw Lithuania's eyes light up as realization hit him. Russia hated that people only remembered Canada when the fact that he was America's brother was brought up.

Lithuania trembled as he saw a dark look cross over Russia's face, a look he was all too familiar with, a look he did not like at all. "U-um shouldn't you be leaving for your flight soon Mr. Russia." Lithuania said trembling slightly. The dark look on Russia's face faded and Lithuania let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Da I still need to pack a few more things." Russia hummed as he looked around his room. Lithuania still stood at the door awkwardly. "S-so you and Canada are friends?" Lithuania asked.

Russia smiled. "Da. We are." Russia said happily. "Comrade Matvey is very upset about losing his polar bear so I will help him find bear." Lithuania felt his breath catch in his throat and his eyes widened at Russia's words.

"C-Canada has a pet p-polar bear." Oh no please no, Lithuania thought to himself.

"Da. Matvey is very sad about losing bear. I hope bear is ok I do not like seeing Matvey sad. If someone did something to bear I would have to hurt them." Russia said that dark look creeping back onto his face. Lithuania swallowed this was bad very bad.

"Did you call cab like I asked Lithuania?" Russia asked.

"Yes Mr. Russia, it should be outside by now would you like me to check?" Lithuania was really hoping Russia would say yes anything to get out of this room.

"Da. Go check." Lithuania hurried out of the room before Russia even finished his sentence. Lithuania breathed deeply trying to calm himself down. This is bad he thought to himself.


"Oh my god! Iggy have you seen Mattie!" America yelled as he ran out of Canada's room and to England's.

"America why are you yelling?" England said as he stepped out of his room, and this was a mistake. America did not realize that England was coming out of his room so he kept running, and when England did step out it was to late for America to stop. America slammed into England, knocking the Brit down on the floor.

England groaned as he felt America's weight on top of him. "Get off of me!" England yelled as he struggled to breathe.

America ignored England's protest and began to bounce up and down as he sat on the older man's middle. "Iggy! Mattie is gone!" America yelled.

England continued to suffer as he laid under the American. "What do you mean he's gone?" England asked not understanding what America was talking about.

"I mean that Mattie snuck out in the middle of the night while we were sleeping and left! And now he's probably somewhere in the woods calling for help!" America jumped up and began to drag England with him. "Since I'm the hero I have to go save him! And you can be my sidekick."

"Um Al what are you guys doing?" America spun around as he heard the soft voice behind him. America looked and saw Canada standing in the doorway of the room that France had been staying in.

"Mattie! You're ok!" America yelled and ran to Canada enveloping his brother in a hug. "I was so worried about you." America exclaimed hugging Canada tighter.

"Uh why?" Canada asked confused.

"Because." America said pulling away to look at Canada. "You weren't in your room and I thought you had snuck out last night or something." America said frowning.

Canada frowned knowing that America had a perfectly good reason to think he had done something like that.

"Mathieu why did you get out of bed?" France whined still lying down in the bed. America's eyes widened and he stared at Canada.

"You slept with France!" America yelled. England who had just picked himself up off the ground stared at Canada mouth agape.

Canada's face flushed. "N-not like that Al. I just slept in the s-same bed as papa." France walked up behind Canada and wrapped an arm around his waist, causing the Canadian to blush even more.

"Oui it is true. I did not have sex with mon Mathieu." France paused and looked at America smirking. "But we did discover that maple syrup taste good on things other than pancakes." The blush on Canada's cheeks spread to the rest of his face.

"Oh my god Mattie! Why?" America yelled, France laughed, England rolled his eyes and Canada continued to blush.

"I-it's not like that Al." Canada yelled covering his face. France continued to laugh at the horrified expression on America's face.

"I was just joking with you America. Mathieu did not do anything inappropriate with me sadly." France said. America glared at France.

"Ok if you two didn't do anything freaky, then why was Mattie in your room?" America said still glaring at France.

"Uh w-well I c-couldn't sleep l-last night so…" Canada trailed off looking at the ground again embarrassed again.

"You what?" America said concern in his voice.

"I couldn't s-sleep last night so I s-slept with papa." Canada said quietly.

America stepped forward and looked at Canada. "Mattie if something was wrong why didn't you come to me?" America asked. When Canada looked up and met America's eyes he saw they were filled with hurt.

"Al." Canada stepped forward and reached out to America only to have his brother turn away.

"Never mind it doesn't matter. We should start looking for your bear again." America said a trace of bitterness in his voice. America walked down the hallway back to his room and shut the door.

England who had remained quiet throughout the whole ordeal walked forward and placed a hand on Canada's shoulder. "Don't worry lad. Just give him some time he'll come back around." England said giving Canada a small smile. Canada nodded his head and walked down the hall to his own room and disappearing inside.

England sighed and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "What is the matter Arthur?" France asked leaning on the door frame.

"Nothing just a little stressed." England said. "I have to go back home tomorrow." England said looking up at France.

"You do? Why?" France asked. France was hoping they would find Kuma before England left.

"My boss called. My work is piling up." England said. France nodded his head understanding what nation work was like. "Oui I'm sure that I will have to head home soon." France said with a frown on his face. France's face lit up for a minute. "We should help each other relieve stress non?" France said smirking at England.

"What are you talking about frog?" England said raising his enormous eyebrows at France. France slung an arm around England's shoulder, and leaned close to the Brits ear. "I'm sure you can figure out what I mean." France let one of his hand's wander down England back and rested it on the Englishman's ass.

England's face heated up as he swatted France's hand away. "As if I would ever want you frog!" France just laughed as England stormed off to his room.

Thirty minutes later…

America, Canada, and England were all sitting at Canada's dining room table as France cleaned up the plates from the breakfast he had made.

"Papa you don't have to clean up I will do it." Canada said standing up to help France.

"Non it is ok Mathieu. Sit I will take care of it." France said as he gathered all the plates.

"But you have already done so much." Canada protested.

"It is fine Mathieu don't worry I enjoy helping you." France said as he walked into the kitchen with the dishes. Canada sighed knowing that any further arguing would be useless.

France returned a few minutes later carrying four paper bags. "What are those for?" Canada asked.

"They are for all of you to take so you don't get hungry while searching." France said as he gave everyone one of the paper bags.

"Oh papa you didn't have to do all of that." Canada said.

"Like I said before Mathieu don't worry about it." France said with a small smile.

America glared at his bag like it was evil, England coughed. "Well then…. I'll go get the walkie-talkies out." England said leaving the room. France glanced nervously between Canada and America. Canada was staring at the table and biting his bottom lip while America continued to glare at the bag. "Ah I will go clean up the kitchen." France said slowly backing away.

"I can help papa." Canada said moving to sit up. America directed his glare at France. "Oh no it is ok Mathieu. Just sit down." Canada frowned and sat back down in his chair; as soon as Canada was sitting again France turned around and darted into the kitchen.

America and Canada sat at the table in silence. America was looking at the wall and Canada was looking at the floor. "Al are you mad at me?" Canada asked in a whisper not looking up.

America snapped his head around to look at Canada. "What? Of course I'm not mad at you. Why did you think that?" America grabbed Canada's shoulders and turned him around so his brother was facing him.

"W-well it's just you seemed s-so angry and then you stormed o-off and stopped talking t-to me." Canada looked up into America's bright blue eyes. "And I thought you hated me." Canada whispered the last part. America wrapped his arms around Canada and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Oh god Canada I'm so sorry I could never hate you." Canada buried his face into America's chest and returned the hug. Canada let out a sigh of relief.

Canada pulled back and looked America in the face. "If you weren't mad then why did you storm off?" Canada asked. America sighed and looked down.

"Well I was mad just not mad at you. If anything I was mad at myself." America mumbled not looking at Canada. Canada placed a hand on America's cheek and turned his face so he could look at him. "Al what are you talking about?"

"Well when you were upset instead of coming to me your brother. You went to France…I care about you too Mattie." America looked at Canada with pleading blue eyes. "Al." Canada whispered. "I know you care about me."

America let out a sigh. "Mattie I just want you to know that if something is wrong you can come to me." Canada smiled slightly at America. "I know that Al, the only reason I went to France was because I needed something familiar." Canada said blushing slightly.

"What do you mean?" America asked tilting his head. America had known Canada for a long time so didn't that mean he was considered familiar to Canada?

"Well when I was little and something scared me I would go and sleep with papa." Canada blushed a little and looked away from America. "And I feel so alone without Kuma so I went to sleep with papa."

America remained quiet and looked at Canada. "Mattie I'm so sorry." "Al it's ok." Canada and America hugged each other tightly.

In the kitchen…

"America really cares about Canada." England stated as he leaned against the wall in the kitchen walkie-talkies in hand.

"Oui he does." France said as he began putting things back in there rightful place. After he finished putting things up he turned to England. "Let us go check on them oui?" England nodded his head and followed France back into the dining room.

France awed and England let a small smile slip onto his face as they watched America and Canada hugging. "I take it you two are on speaking terms again." France said with a smile. "Oui papa." Canada said looking at England and France with a smile. America turned around and grinned. "Yup everything's cool with me and my bro!" France laughed. "That is good." England found himself chuckling too.

"Well come on let's not sit around here all day." England said grabbing the one of the backpacks France had put together. "One did you put in here frog?" England said lifting the slightly heavy back pack.

"Oh just some essential things. A water bottle, a small first aid kit, a pocket knife, a compass, a map and a flashlight." France said counting off the items on his fingers. "Wow frog I never knew you were capable of doing something useful." England said placing his walkie-talkie in the side of his bag before placing the bag on his back. France just rolled his eyes at England's comment.

The four nations put all their things in their bags and put on coats, boots and gloves before heading out the door for another day of searching. "Be careful you guys." Canada said before heading off in his direction. It was 11 o'clock when they all left Canada's house.

Two hours later with America…

America handed wandered through his section hoping to find some bear tracks that would lead him to Kumajirou. America had no such luck all he had found were some moose tracks, and his glasses had gotten so fogged up he had thought they were polar bear tracks. And that experience did not end well.

America had followed the moose tracks and found a moose. America didn't know a lot about meese, mooses? He didn't know the plural for moose either. But the moral of this story is to not try and ride a moose like a horse. The moose will not appreciate this at all and will most likely charge you.

And now America was walking around the forest with a limp because he did not except that crazy moose to charge at him, and had gotten knocked pretty hard into a tree. Of course the United States of America wasn't afraid of some silly moose, and he had taught that moose not to mess with him again, but he had still gotten hurt and now his leg hurt pretty badly.

As America walked through the forest he thought of his innocent little brother Canada. America sighed he was worried about Canada, Canada was so naïve anyone could take advantage of him and one person that would most definitely take advantage of him was Russia. Especially in the state that Canada was in now. He would have to look out for Canada to make sure he didn't get hurt by that commie. America promised himself he would keep Russia as far away from his brother as he could.

America continued to limp through the forest and realized he had completed his big circle when he began to see the clearing that Canada's house was located in, right when America was about to turn around he heard a gun shot echo through the woods. Oh no he thought to himself before breaking out in a run in the direction he thought the gunshot had come from.

With England…

England had figured that Canada's bear would come if he heard his name being called so he had wandered around his section calling out Kumajirou. It was exhausting and his throat was beginning to get sore.

England sighed before cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling. "Kumajirou!" England saw something white move behind a tree after he yelled, and he moved closer to investigate.

"Kumajirou is that you." England whispered as he made his way around the tree. Upon closer inspection England realized it was a rabbit he had seen. It was a very small rabbit curled up against the base of the tree. He guessed that the rabbit was barely eight weeks old, that didn't make sense where was its mother? England looked around but didn't see any other rabbits so he assumed this one had been abandoned.

England was debating on whether or not he should take the little rabbit with him when he heard a gunshot. England gasped the gun shot had sounded really close, England bended down to pick up the little trembling rabbit placing it in his coat before running off in the direction from which he had heard the gunshot.

With Canada…

Canada walked through the woods looking in spots that Kuma liked to hide. This meant that Canada was looking behind nearly every tree and in every bush for his beloved pet bear. Canada began to hum a song he used to sing to Kumajirou.

'Go to sleep, my teddy bear,'

Canada checked behind another tree finding a pile of snow instead of his beloved bear.

'Close your little button eyes,'

Canada sighed as he thought of Kumajirou. The bear who never remembered his name.

'And let me smooth your hair.'

Canada thought of the times in the past when he was small and Kuma had been there to protect him.

'It feels so soft and silky that,'

Canada thought of recent times when Kuma was there to comfort him when everyone else forgot who Canada was.

'I'd love to cuddle down by you,'

Canada thought of how he would lay in his bed and curl up with Kuma in his arms.

'So'

Canada thought of all the times Kuma made him laugh when he was having a bad day.

'Go to, sleep my darling teddy bear.'

Canada thought of how Kuma was gone right now and possibly out there somewhere hurt, and that was when Canada heard the gunshot. Canada felt his heart skip a beat. Oh god not another gunshot he thought to himself.

Canada fumbled in his back pack looking for his walkie-talkie. Canada's trembling hand finally closed around the device and he pressed the button on the side. "Did you guys hear that?" Canada heard his voice trembling and his hand continued to shake as he awaited a reply.

'Yeah Mattie I heard it. Are you ok?'

Canada let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding when he heard America's voice over the device. "Yeah Al I'm fine."

'I heard it as well.'

Canada thought England's voice sounded garbled but that was probably because of the distance. Canada began to walk in the general direction he had thought the gunshot came from. Canada was determined to find out who was shooting on his land.

"Papa are you ok?" Canada asked France being the only one that hadn't reported back in.

'It sounded like the gunshot came from somewhere near the frog's section.' 'Yeah I thought that too.'

Canada's breath hitched as he listened to America and England's conversation. "You guys don't think…"

Canada trailed off unable to finish the sentence.

There was silence on the other line and panic began filling Canada as he took off running to the southwestern section that France had been assigned.

With France…

France rubbed at the back of his neck; he had been thoroughly searching the forest for Canada's bear. He had even checked up in the trees, and now he was exhausted.

France stretched and heard his back pop, he sighed he was tired, but he couldn't give up he had to find Canada's bear.

France pouted as he passed a tree that looked very familiar, and he got the feeling that he was walking in a circle. France leaned his head against the tree this was useless; France knew he had absolutely no sense of direction. What was he thinking? How could he possibly find Canada's bear?

France stood up straight rubbing his temples, and then he saw it a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. France couldn't believe it, was it possible that he had found Canada's bear. France turned to the direction from which he had seen the flash of light and moved closer.

"Kumajirou are you there?" France bent down to take a closer look. As France was examining the forest floor he heard a gunshot and a then felt a searing pain travel up his leg.

France screamed as he fell to the ground clutching his leg. France looked around trying to determine where the gunshot had came from France thought he saw a flash of blonde but it quickly disappeared.

France examined the gunshot wound on his leg it was bleeding heavily a pool of blood had formed underneath his leg in the snow. France knew he needed to stop the bleeding quickly so he fumbled around to get his pack off. As France was going through the pack he heard voices.

'Papa are you ok?'

'It sounded like the gunshot came from somewhere near the frog's section.'

'Yeah I thought that too.'

France dug frantically through his pack searching for the walkie-talkie. "Mes amis I need help." France cried out in pain when he tried to move his leg. France guessed that the bullet had shattered the bone in his leg.

'Papa what happened?'

Canada said his voice garbled because he was currently running through the woods.

"I was shot." France began digging around in the makeshift first aid kit he had made there should be some gauze in here somewhere.

'Oh no I'm coming papa.'

Canada screamed through the device.

'I'm on my way as well.'

England said.

'The hero will be there soon.'

America yelled.

France sighed as he attempted to stop the bleeding in his leg. Two minutes later France heard voices calling his name. "I'm over here!" France yelled. The first to find France was England closely followed by America and then a hysterical Canada.

"Oh mon Mathieu please don't cry I am ok." France said. Canada ran forward and fell to his knees, and embraced France. "I was s-so worried papa." Canada said as tears streamed down his face. "I'm so sorry." France wrapped an arm around Canada. "It is ok Mathieu it's not your fault." France tried to soothe Canada.

"Y-yes it is. I-if you weren't trying to help me t-this wouldn't have happened." Canada began to shake as more tears fell from his eyes. France pulled Canada closer to him. "Mathieu I knew the risk when I agreed to help none of this is your fault."


A/N: well this was the longest chapter I have ever done. Hope you guys enjoy this. Love my reviewers.