Canada's stomach growled and he threw his hand to grasp his head while releasing a sigh. Way to ruin the moment…

"Hungry, are we?" Russia asked with a raised brow. Canada nodded and chuckled.

"Yeah. Know any good restaurants nearby?" The Russian had an idea, and without saying anything, he pulled the Canadian along with him. Canada just went with him. He was sure, wherever he was going, it would be good.

And sure enough, the restaurant they pulled up to was definitely not what Canada had expected. It was very modern, and just be seeing the outside it looked fancy. Canada was slightly nervous, but still followed Russia. Russia looked normal, and strode into the place with a confident stride. As they walked up to the podium, they were greeted by an overly-happy strawberry blonde. Her smile was sweet as she gestured to the two nations. She chirped. "For two?"

Russia nodded but narrowed his eyes slightly at the girl's behavior. She looked between the two; however, it seemed that her eyes lingered on Canada. Her smile almost seemed more real as the girl faced Canada, and almost… forced when she looked at Russia. She led them over to a booth, and as she gestured to the table she placed the menus down. The two took their seats and the waitress continued to look at Canada. "Tell me if you need anything, kay?" she said with a wink.

He looked up and smiled. "Thank you." He replied politely before picking up a menu and looking it over. The girl looked a little hurt from Canada's obvious ignorance to her flirting, but nodded respectively and left. Russia watched the whole scenario with a pokerface. When the girl was gone he nodded and raised a brow. "For someone who isn't used to attention, you sure are oblivious to flirting."

Canada's head snapped up from the menu to meet Russia's eyes. A perplexed expression contorted his features as he scrunched his nose. "What?"

"She was flirting with you." Russia answered bluntly, however there was a humorous gleam behind his eyes. Canada's face sudden changed from confused to absolutely stunned.

"She was? No she wasn't…" Russia chuckled to himself while he looked over his own menu. He can be so unaware of things sometimes.

Russia was sure that Canada didn't even realize how cute he was. Those beautiful blonde tresses of hair, those captivating eyes, and his silver-framed glasses. He may be ignored by other nations, but many people couldn't help but stare. As their food arrived, the male who had brought it to their table looked the Canadian up and down appraisingly. From then on, no one else disturbed their meal.

The conversation they were having was quite the random one. They talked about pretty much anything. The Canadian decided to play 'would you rather' and Russia was extremely into the game.

"Okay," Canada said swallowing his food and continued. "Would you rather… fall into a volcano or drown underwater?"

Russia took a sip of his drink that, when Canada wasn't looking, he spiked with vodka. "Underwater."

"Really?" Canada asked with a surprised expression. "Why?"

"Being burned alive would hurt more, da?" He said raising a brow.

"Yeah, but drowning would suck."

"Both would suck." Russia said with a small laugh. Canada joined Russia in laughing and waited for Russia to ask him one. Russia sat back and pondered a little bit before asking. "Would you rather play baseball with America" A visible shudder passed through Canada as he recalled that memory. "Or soccer with Italy?"

"Ooh" Canada gasped with an exaggerated exhale. "Um… Baseballs hurts but Italy can get very serious about his soccer… Damn, that's hard!" he complained. "I choose soccer-"

"Your brother's that brutal, da?" Russia asked surprised. Canada nodded while he drank his Coca-Cola.

"Oh yeah. With soccer, though, the ball isn't as hard." The Canadian giggled. Russia laughed and nodded in thought. "Oh! I have a good one!"

"Do you?" Russia asked, his curiosity intriguing him.

"Would you rather be stuck in room with my brother for two days or with Belarus?" The Russian almost did a double take as the little blonde smiled wickedly.

"Neither." He choked out.

"Nah-uh, you have to choose." Canada said stubbornly.

"Okay… My sister would probably kill me and I would probably kill your brother. So…" Russia tried reasoning.

"Eh, come one. He's not that bad…" Russia gave the blonde a look.

"Da. He is."

"… Who would you choose?"

"… Your brother." Russia reluctantly admitted with a sigh. Canada laughed and cheered, bouncing around in his seat. "Trust me; both of us would hate that."

Canada nodded while getting his laughter under control. "I'm sure you would." After he took a few bites of his food, Canada decided he was full and pushed the plate away. Russia was also no longer hungry and threw his napkin down onto his plate. The two got up and paid at the podium. Canada dashed off; not before saying "I have to go to the bathroom."

The small blonde bounded off to the washrooms and pushed open the door frantically. Russia watched, amused by the Canadian's constant energy. What made him narrow his eyes, however, was the shady man who was leaning against the wall just outside of the washroom. He grit his teeth as he saw just how that man looked at Canada as he passed by. The man had a hungry gleam behind his eyes as they watched Canada. Was the little blonde completely oblivious to it? Of course…

Russia never considered himself the jealous type, his ego didn't allow him to admit it, but the way that man looked at Canada pissed Russia off. He felt like getting his pipe and showing that man just who he was. He stopped himself, though; because he was sure Canada wouldn't want to see that. For some reason, Russia never wanted to be violent around the Canadian. It was strange, he thought, how that nation could seem to change him. Not in a bad way. Russia noticed he was usually happier whenever that little blonde was around.

Russia was so distracted in his own thought that he didn't notice the shady character lean off the wall and enter the bathroom.

Canada turned on the tap and wet his hands before reaching his hand out to the soap dispenser. His hand was stopped mid-way, his wrist was being held by someone. The man grinned down at the un-suspecting nation as he pulled Canada away from the sink and threw him against a stall wall. It didn't hurt, but the man closed the distance and whispered into Canada's ear.

"I've never seen you before." He said in a rough voice. "I would remember a face like yours." The male pushed up against the Canadian until there was no space left between them at all.

"W-W-What are you d-doing?!" Canada shrieked in his quiet voice. He tried to be louder, he did, but his voice caught in his throat when the man tried grinding against him. "Get a-away from m-" his sentence was cut short as he felt lips crash into his, and a tongue darted out into his mouth. It was wrong. It was all so wrong! Canada kneed the shameless male in the stomach and tried getting away from him. The man cussed and grabbed Canada by the back of his collar.

"So feisty…" he commented as he pulled the Canadian back. "This will be fun." To Canada, the man's voice reminded him of some sort of villain. It was sly and disgusting, dark intentions the undertone of his voice.

"Get away!" he tried again, but his voice wasn't as loud as he had originally hoped. When the man pulled him back, his shirt collar choked him and his voice lost its strength.

A hand clasped over his mouth as another arm slid around his body and slipped up, and under, the Canadian's shirt. Canada tried flailing his legs and kicking out but, at the angle the figure was at, Canada kept missing. Instead of using his legs, Canada tried his arms. He reached behind him and tried to push the man away. It was successful as the man was knocked off balance. While the disgusting figure staggered, Canada went for the door. He was fast, but not enough. Just as he opened the door, a foot slammed it shut.

"Ivan!" he called out as he watched the door shut. Canada wasn't sure if he heard him or not, but he hoped Russia did. Whoever this guy was, Canada didn't like him. Ever since he met Russia, everyone else who was once seen as attractive… didn't matter anymore. Russia was the only nation he saw in regards of attraction. Perhaps that was why he was so oblivious. He only noticed Russia, so when he passed by this guy outside he didn't give him a second thought. Maple, I'm so stupid!

Russia checked his watch and realized that Canada had been gone for awhile. Normally, that wouldn't bother him but he also suddenly realized that man wasn't on the wall anymore. Then he saw it. The door opened slightly, and Canada tried to call out to him but the door slammed shut. Russia knew something was wrong; so he dashed through the restaurant, between the tables and knocked a few waiters as he went. As he reached the bathrooms, Russia threw open the door and a growl escaped his throat. "Get the fuck off of him"

The scene he walked in on was blood boiling. Canada was gagged; a thick fabric covered his mouth as his wrists tied above his head, and on top of him was that shady guy from earlier. The blonde was fighting against the male, but was struggling because he was restrained. Russia lunged at the male and tore him from Canada. With a snarl he threw the man against the hard brick wall and grabbed his collar. That's when Russia noticed it was the waiter who brought them their food earlier; the one who looked the Canadian up and down before leaving. The silver-haired nation threw the man to the ground and pulled out his pipe.

"Run." He bluntly growled, and like that, the man disappeared. When facing someone like Russia, a large nation who had an aura of darkness surrounding him, the only thing to do was run. When he convinced himself not to chase the man down and kill him, Russia turned towards Canada. He un-tied the blonde and pulled him to his feet. Russia pulled Canada into a protective hug as he stroked the nation's hair. "You alright?"

"I'm so sorry Ivan!" Canada said, muffled as he buried his face in Russia's scarf. Russia shook his head.

"It wasn't your fault, da?" He said softly.

The two nations went home; both were quiet for a while as neither knew what to say. The only thing on Russia's mind was how he didn't like seeing other people touch Canada like that. His Canada. Russia then did something Canada didn't see coming. The silver-haired nation pushed Canada against the wall.

"I-Ivan?" The Canadian gasped out the sudden outbreak.

"Da, Mattvey?" he whispered huskily against the smaller nation's ear. He then went to the neck and began sucking the skin.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked, not repulsed or panicked but just curious. Canada felt Russia's hands roam over his body and he began to melt into the touch.

"I need to make you mine." Russia replied gruffly while he slowly began to take the blushing nation's shirt off.

Canada felt his face get hot as he felt Russia's hands start on the button of his jeans. "E-Eh?"

"Become one with me, da?" Russia asked; his hand sliding the zipper to Canada's pants down slowly, wanting to see if Canada was okay with it. After what happened earlier, Russia didn't want it to be forced. Canada was important to him. Said nation released a small moan and bit his lip, a large blush dusting his cheeks.

"Y-Yes…"


France: Oh hon hon hon~ You may just have to change the rating soon, no?
Me: Shh! =.="

Okay guys, so that was this chapter... I do hope you enjoyed it. I'm actually a little nervous at what you guys might think DX
Anywho, see you guys later!