Canada sat on the edge of Russia's bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. "T-thanks for letting me stay here Ivan."
Russia was sitting next to Canada on the bed. "Matvey is welcome to come to my room any time. We are friends da." Canada wrapped his arms around his legs. "Y-yeah we're friends..." the Canadian sighed and closed his eyes.
"What is wrong?" Russia asked moving closer to Canada on the bed.
"I-I guess I'm just a little confused." Canada mumbled.
"You can tell me Matvey, we are friends I will help." Russia encouraged, he didn't want his Canada to be confused. The Canadian looked so sad he wanted to fix that.
"I-Ivan do you kiss all your friends?" Canada asked his voice nearly an inaudible whisper. Now Russia was confused. "Nyet I do not kiss all my friends." Russia scooted closer to Canada; there was barely any space between their legs now.
"T-then why do you kiss me, if we're friends." Canada blushed and looked away from Russia.
The Russian laughed. "Matvey is very cute. Matvey is silly too; I kiss you because you are special friend da." Russia closed the space between himself and Canada their legs were now touching.
"O-oh!" The blush on Canada's face darkened. Russia smiled and placed a hand on Canada's cheek, turning the boy's face towards him. "I am glad to have Matvey as my special friend." Russia leaned forward and pecked Canada on the cheek.
"Matvey likes being my special friend, da?" Russia questioned, entangling one of his large hands in Canada's soft hair. Canada nodded his head. "Yes Ivan…I-I like being your special friend." The blush on Canada's face darkened.
Russia smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the Canadian's. Canada's lips were always so warm and soft, Russia felt like he could kiss the boy all day.
Canada kissed the Russian back and wrapped his arms around Russia's neck. Russia deepened the kiss, placed his hand on Canada's shoulder, and pushed the smaller nation down onto the bed.
Russia began to run his hands up Canada's side causing the boy to squirm slightly. Russia was contemplating making this kiss more intimate when he heard the sound of cracking wood.
Russia pulled away from the smaller nation and whipped his head around towards the door. The Canadian lying beneath him began to whine. "Ivan why did you stop?" He asked as he leaned forward on his elbows.
"Sh Matvey I heard something." Russia stared intently at the door, straining his ears to hear the noise again. Both nations could faintly hear the sound of something clawing at the door. "I-Ivan what is that?" Canada asked trembling slightly beneath the larger nation.
"Get up." Russia ordered quickly standing and backing away from the door. Canada stood and looked nervously at Russia. "W-what is that?"
"Sh Matvey. Don't say anything, follow me da." Canada nodded at Russia and picked up his bear.
Russia moved towards the window and opened it. "Come on." Canada's eyes widened. "Ivan what are you d-doing we're on the fourth floor!" Canada exclaimed.
The clawing at the door became more frantic and the muffled sounds of someone screaming could be heard. "Matvey trust me when I say that you do not want to meet what is on the other side of that door."
Canada looked between the door and Russia standing by the window. Another thud was heard from the door, and a large crack spread down the middle of the door. Canada decided that it was in his best interest to get the hell out of their.
Canada began walking towards Russia with his polar bear in his arms. The blonde-haired person was standing three feet away from Russia when the hotel door came crashing down. Standing in the doorway was a slender woman with platinum blonde hair, and a blue dress. Canada considered the woman somewhat pretty, maybe a little intimidating, but still pretty.
Canada took another step towards Russia, but froze when he heard the woman speak. "Big brother, why did you lock the door?"
Canada assumed that the girl standing at the door was Russia's little sister, so why had Russia been so intent on leaving? Sure, the girl was holding a knife, but she didn't seem that bad. Maybe Russia had been confused about who was at the door.
"B-Belarus I w-was not expecting y-you I w-was just leaving." Russia put one leg through the window and began to edge away. "Come Matvey let's go da." Russia reached out pulling the blond nation closer to the window. However Canada hesitated, he couldn't understand why Russia was so fearful of this woman so he hesitated.
And that hesitation gave Belarus all the time she needed to cross the distance between herself and Canada. Belarus hadn't noticed the boy standing there until her big brother had grabbed his arm. Belarus grabbed the Canadian's arm and pulled him away from her brother. "Who are you?" Belarus spat, glaring at the blonde-haired person in front of her.
Canada was beginning to think he was wrong about this girl being nice. "U-um I'm Canada." He whispered, giving a small smile.
"Canada?" Belarus questioned looking at the boy with cold blue eyes. "Yeah Canada, it's nice to meet yo-" the Canadian was cut off by Belarus. "I do not remember you so you are not important. Get out of big brothers room!" Belarus ordered yanking Canada's arm and knocking the boy of balance, causing him to stumble awkwardly before landing in a jumble of limbs at the woman's feet. Kumajirou separated himself from the Canadian lying on the floor and made his way to the door.
Belarus glared at the body lying at her feet. "You are pathetic." Belarus stepped over the boy and moved to her brother, whom was still standing half in the room half out the window.
Russia would have fled a long time ago if he had not been worried about Canada. However seeing the smile on his advancing sister's face reminded him that he was supposed to be running from this crazy woman.
"Big brother it is time for us to get married." Belarus said slowly advancing on her brother. Russia put his other leg through the window and began walking along the edge. "Nyet I do not wish to m-marry you."
Canada stood up and brushed himself off. This woman obviously wasn't nice, and he didn't want to be around her. Canada noticed his bear walking out the door, and decided to go back to his hotel room. Even though going back to his room would most likely mean running into his family, he thought it was better than dealing with this crazy woman.
Belarus watched her brother disappear through the window and growled this was all that blonde-haired person's fault. Belarus whipped around and saw the boy edging towards the door. He was the one stealing all of her beloved brother's time, so he would be the one to pay.
Belarus gripped her knife tightly and crept up behind the boy, his back was turned he wouldn't even see the attack coming. Belarus smirked and lunged forward, burying the knife deep into the boy's back.
Canada screamed as the pain spread through his back. He could feel the warm trickle of blood flowing down his back, and he thought he would collapse.
Belarus smiled when the boy screamed and desperately wanted to hear it again, so she twisted the knife that was still submerged in Canada's back.
The Canadian's vision blurred and he struggled to stay on his feet. The pain was so intense he could barely breathe. "W-why are you doing...this?" Canada stuttered left hand holding onto the wall for support.
Belarus leaned forward and whispered in Canada's ear. "Big brother is mine," Belarus jerked the knife again. "I will not let you interfere!" Belarus pulled the knife out of Canada's back smiling at the large stain of blood on his once clean white shirt.
Belarus grabbed Canada's shoulder and threw him to the ground. She was going to torture this pathetic little creature, to teach him a lesson about messing with her brother.
After Russia left his room, he had scaled the building until he reached the ground. Russia knew that once his sister was set on something she wouldn't stop until she got it, he also knew that his sister wouldn't waste time on other things.
Unfortunately, for Russia, he was the thing his sister was determined to get, but it was ok because it at least ensured that Canada would not get hurt.
It was a nice day so Russia decided to take a walk, before returning to his hotel room. So that Belarus would be gone before he returned.
America had been extremely upset after his argument with Canada, so England and France had taken the boy to a nearby McDonald's to cheer him up.
So far their plan was a failure, America was still depressed and if anything coming to the restaurant had only worsened his mood.
The personification of the United States of America sat with his head on the table, the big Mac and large coke his companions had ordered for him abandoned on the table.
"Mattie's right...I'm a horrible older brother!" America whined, banging his head on the table.
"Alfred, don't do that. You're not a horrible brother." England said trying to comfort the weeping nation.
France slouched in his seat next to America. "Who are we kidding; all of us are horrible brothers to Mathieu." The Frenchmen stated resting his cheek on the palm of his hand.
England glared at France. "That's not true!"
"Yes it is..." America muttered. The other nations looked in his direction eyebrows raised. "Mattie doesn't lie, all that stuff he said about you guys...about me…was true."
England sighed and looked down. "...I know I just didn't want to believe it."
"None of us wanted to believe it." France said.
America raised his head off the table and stood up. "I'm going back to the hotel." He said. The other two agreed with America and left the restaurant together.
Kumajirou had left the room, and was too afraid to return when he heard the screams from inside. He knew that woman was bad and he had to save his master, but he also knew he couldn't do it alone. Therefore, the bear was searching for another nation to help, someone like the man who smelt like burgers or the one who smelt like vodka.
The bear knew that those people were strong and that they would be able to help his master. He just had to find them first, so the bear set of in search of those people.
While Russia was walking around he grew lonely, he wanted the company of his Canada so he headed back to the hotel.
On his way to the hotel Russia passed by the trio of England, America and France. The Russian didn't know what he had expected from the three nations, maybe a push, or a shove, possibly a few insults. Nevertheless, he had expected something! Russia didn't even receive a glance from the usually cheerful and excited American.
Russia brushed off their strange behavior, because if they were not bothering with him that meant more time for him to spend with Canada
Only one of the elevators was operational so the four nations were all waiting for the same elevator, in a very awkward silence.
Kumajirou had wandered around the fourth floor for a long time until he saw a woman entering an elevator. The little bear had slipped into the elevator with the woman and remained silent as it went down to the lobby.
Once the elevator stopped, Kumajirou dashed out, startling the other passenger who hadn't noticed him. Kumajirou dashed out because he had seen the man that smelt like burgers and the one that smelt like vodka. "Help!" Kumajirou yelled as soon as he got close enough to the nations.
"Isn't that Mathieu's bear?" France asked.
"Yes it is." England said.
America and Russia's eyes widened when they saw the bear. "What is the matter?" Russia asked bending down to the bear's height. "Where's Mattie?" America asked also bending down to the bear's level.
"Hurt!" Kumajirou yelled, the bear clenched his teeth around Russia's pant leg then began dragging the man towards the door. "Help,"
"Where is Matvey?" Russia asked the frantic little bear. "Your room." Kumajirou mumbled around the cloth still trying to pull Russia into the elevator.
The four nations followed the bear into the elevator and began the ascent to the fourth floor. Russia was too worried about Canada to care about the other nations in the elevator with him. "Kumajirou, what happened to Matvey?" The bear shifted nervously glancing at the elevator door every few seconds. "Lady with knife hurt him." he said still staring at the door.
"WHAT!" The Russian man yelled. Russia forgot where he was for a moment; the only things important to him were how slowly the elevator was moving and the fact that his Canada was hurt. There was no doubt about it; if Belarus had done something, it wouldn't be small. Canada was in serious danger now.
"What is he talking about?" England said, asking the question that was on everyone's mind. Russia balled his hands into fist and stared at the numbers lighting up in the elevator, as if he were willing them to move with his mind.
The yellow light fell on the number one.
"Matvey is hurt." Russia said his voice cold.
The yellow light was now on the number two.
"Well I know that, but who hurt him?" England still the one speaking.
Russia sighed. "My sister…."
America's eyes widened, and France looked up. "Please tell me you are talking about your older sister Ukraine." France asked his eyes filled with dread.
The yellow light fell on the number three.
"Nyet." Russia whispered still staring at the numbers. The other passengers of the elevators realized the severity of those words and remained quiet, waiting for the elevator to get to the third floor.
However, the yellow light did not move to the next number, it stayed where it was and a red light began flashing in the elevator. The hotel had been having problems with its elevators later, some kind of main power failure, and now that power failure was stopping the four nations and Kumajirou from getting to Canada.
A/N: Please don't hate me you guys I realize this chapter is shorter than usual and it ends in this ridiculous cliffhanger. XD I've been trying to write fluff for you guys, but I'm kind of a fail at writing that stuff… Anyway, I need the opinion of my readers, I've been having issues on how to end this story, happy or sad, so I made a poll, please check it out and let me know what you think I should do.
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