This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 37: я поступил

(WARNING! CONTAINS SLIGHT/HINTED YAOI TOWARDS THE END!! Again, that's SLIGHT/HINTED, all M not MA, there will be no official action or description…. FF, don't take my story down and ban me please! DX)

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Saturday Afternoon, meeting room.

"So! About my Super Hero Global Man idea!" America started. "Me and Italy have decided it is the best idea to save the world! Killing pollution, saving the ocean, and not killing us! All your ideas suck, so obviously mine is the best!"

"America! Sit down and shut up!" England yelled. "Honestly, can't you sit down and stay quiet for one bloody second?" America glared at the Brit. He then crossed his arms, pouted, and sat down silently. "Thank you! Some peace!"

"OK! Second up!" America laughed, England only growled at him. Other nations watched annoyed, especially Germany, and when France came in, the annoyance only got worse.

"Oh my~ So much love in the air with you two Oui?" France laughed a bit. America and England both froze and quickly turned all their attention over to France.

"Shut up France!" They both yelled. Canada watched as France and England started directing their anger and yelling at each other, America was completely shut out now and just went back to eating his burger.

"Oh Black Sheep~" France interpreted the Brit's ranting and started laughing.

"Don't call me that!" England yelled. "I will fight another hundred wars with you! Wanker!"

"I said no hundred years war threatening!" Germany yelled. "Both of you! Silence yourselves! And sit down!" The two nations stopped their yelling and slowly sat down in their seats, England apologizing as he sat. The other nations sat there silently, not really having anything to say to the others, everyone stayed silent for once, until Italy started asking about pasta for dinner and had to be silenced by Germany. "Can we continue this please?"

"I believe we were going to talk about the Olympics, correct?" Japan said.

"Ja, that is right." Germany said and glared toward England. "That means we have to see more of you sadly."

"Hey, I'm not happy about having you in my country either." England glared back then directed his unhappy stare towards France.

"Oh but I'm happy you're in mine, black sheep~ Hon hon hon~" France laughed. England growled and wanted to fight back but a dirty look from Germany stopped him.

"Moving on!" Germany checked a few of his papers. "Okay, so everyone is set with the travel of their teams and themselves ja?"

"Hai, I believe so." Japan said.

"Is everyone set with where their teams and themselves will be staying?"

"I took care of it." England said.

"Everyone is aware of the dates right?"

"Yupppers~" America stuffed a burger into his mouth. "Can we go back to my Super-"

"Shut up about your stupid hero idea!" England yelled.

"Hey! It ain't stupid!" America pouted. "Italy completely agrees with me! Right Ita?"

Italy snapped out of his day dreaming and turned toward America. "Veh? Oh! Si~!"

"Cool dude!" America began laughing again. "Oh! And Canada agrees with me, right bro?" America reached over to the little brother sitting next to him and leaned on his elbow on the boy's shoulder, though Canada was actually day dreaming too.

"H-huh?" Canada looked at him.

"W-Wait," England stuttered. "America, who is that next to you?" Russia looked over at the three of them, noticing Canada's flinches at the Brit's question.

"That's Canada, Britain!" France came in. "You should know that! I mean, I recognize him anywhere, his sexy hair like mine~"

"Oh shut it!" England yelled back at him.

"Geez you just can't keep your voices down can you-aru?" China glared at them, England and France only glared back. Russia watched them all, actually getting annoyed at the tense arguments, they weren't as fun as the regular ones where everyone bickered or bickers sake, not like this. He lost interest and gained more interest in something else, what his plans were for him and Canada tonight, he cared more about that than paying attention to this useless meeting. Every time he looked over at Canada, he started to get nervous, thinking of all ways he could screw everything up… It seemed he always screwed the things up that mattered to him…

After more of Germany's yelling, the meeting finally managed to calm down a bit, they actually started talking about actual things, to Russia's surprise. He had to pay attettion now as they talked, everyone giving their opinion; well, mostly everyone. Russia felt a little bad for Canada, the boy was speaking up, he was trying to be noticed, no one seemed to even notice he was there, they skipped over him time after time. An hour before the meeting would end, Canada gave up trying and sat there in silence; it only made Russia feel worse to see him give up.

"Yo! Mattie!" America almost jumped on the boy's back as he packed up his things after the meeting had ended. "You wanna head over to the hotel tonight? Play some video games?"

"That sounds great," Canada said. "But I already have plans tonight."

America got a stupid look. "Whaaaat? Whatda mean you got plans already?"

Canada shrugged a bit, he wasn't going to tell him that he had plans with Russia, so what now? "I-I'm suppose to hang with France tonight, that's all." America first looked at him suspiciously but let it go.

"Okay, tomorrow night then?"

"Maybe, France likes to take up my time you know?"

"Yeah yeah, I know. What a pervert." America sighed, Canada paused.

"W-Wait. I didn't mean it in some perverted way!" Canada exclaimed.

"Well, it's France, so even if you didn't mean it that way, it's probably still gonna end up that way." America laughed a bit.

"W-Well," Canada wanted to break this conversation off, "I gotta go, I'll see ya later Al." He gave a warm smile to his brother before going off to get showered and changed into more comfortable clothes at the hotel. His trip out was cut off short.

Canada was grabbed by his tie and thrown against the wall of the hallway. He had closed his eyes to the grip, he only opened one to see who had grabbed him, he wish he didn't. Belarus had him against the wall, her angry piercing eyes staring him. Canada didn't move, she had him against the wall with only one hand to his throat. "B-be-" He started but she automatically shushed him.

"Shut your mouth and just listen," She said, he stayed quiet and didn't move. She sighed, "I want to apologize for my actions that injured you, that's all. You accept this right?" She had loosened up for a moment to speak but her stare was back.

"Y-Yes," Canada stuttered. "B-But wh-"

"I'm only apologizing because big brother would remain angry with me if I didn't." She interpreted. "Don't get any ideas, I am not friend or comrade, I still hate your very existence." Ouch, he thought. "Just tell big brother that I apologized to you and that I won't go near you, got it?"

"Y-Yes ma'am…" Canada gulped.

"Good, you're not as stupid as I thought." Belarus let the boy go and quickly left, giving him another stare before leaving. Canada stood against the wall, fear kept him from moving right now. The bright side, he didn't get stabbed again, which he thought she was going to do. He didn't move until someone shook him out of his fear.

"Matvey?" Russia shook the boy's shoulder and Kumajirou clawed a bit at the boy's leg. Canada jumped a bit when he snapped out of it and looked toward the Russian. "Are you alright Matvey?"

"Y-Yeah," Canada stuttered again. Finally, he snapped out of it completely. "Um, sorry, I got distracted."

"Da. I saw that." Russia said. "Um, are you going back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get ready. Where are we gonna meet up?"

"Just meet me in the lobby da?"

"Okay," Canada started to leave, Russia followed behind. "Wanna share a taxi?"

"Da, please." The two walked out to grab a taxi, unaware that a certain someone was watching.

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England was the last one out of the meeting room, Germany made him clean up the garbage everyone had thrown on the floor. He finally finished his cleaning and headed out to go back to the hotel and get some much needed rest, though he wasn't too comfortable with staying in Paris. He locked the door to the meeting room and started to leave, until someone grabbed onto him.

"I need your help!" America exclaimed. England stood there with a confused look.

"What could you possibly need my help with?" England sighed.

"Mattie's going out with Russia tonight!"

"Oh god not this again." England rolled his eyes and tried to get out of the American's grip on his arm. "Leave him be America."

"If you help me, I will not annoy you for an entire day!" America said, England paused and looked back at him.

"An entire day?…" England smiled a bit at the idea.

"Yup! An entireeee day!"

"…An entire meeting day." England crossed his arms.

"You're pushing it!" America pouted.

England turned his back to him and kept his arms crossed. "An entire meeting day or no deal."

"You always have your ways of getting what you want don't you?" America glared.

"Yes, I do." England turned his head back and smiled a bit. "I suppose I learned that from you a bit."

"Oh good, you did learn something from me after all these years!" America smiled. "So, one meeting day…. Deal?"

"I suppose so," the two gave a hand shake. "So what exactly am I helping you with?"

"I need your spy skills," America said. "We're gonna follow them!"

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Canada was a bit excited, he was quick to get washed up and dressed, for once he combed out his hair too, which he didn't do much cause it got too long to comb it; aka, he was too lazy. He got dressed in dress pants and a sweater vest, too much time with England had made him grown to like wearing these things. He wasn't sure if being Kumajirou along would be such a good idea, but he couldn't leave him in the room so he had no choice but to bring him. Kumajirou only growled and got annoyed though, seeing more of the Russian didn't make him happy.

Russia was quick to get ready too, faster than Canada did. No heavy coat this time, just a light-colored sweater and dress pants, and of course his scarf. He was quick to get everything done, he went down and waited in the hotel lobby for Canada to come, nervously waited. He sat there waiting, and even checking his phone to see if the boy would text or call him. Instead of getting messages from Canada, he got messages from Ukraine, more prep talks. "Stop giving me prep talks…" Russia said to himself after she kept sending them. Finally, he just gave up and put the phone on silent.

"Russia!" He popped up when he heard the boy calling for him, he turned around in the chair and Canada was standing right there with a warm smile, that smile again. Russia practically jumped up and turned toward him. "Whao, I've never seen you without that big coat before."

"Da, you have." Russia said. "A few times."

"Not like this though, you look nice Russia." Canada smiled a bit.

"S-so do you, sweater vest?" Russia smirked.

"Don't judge me." Canada scratched his head a bit. "S-So,"

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. If you want, I could show you a place we could go, I do know my way more around Paris then you do."

"Da. Good point, show the way." Russia agreed. Canada grabbed onto Russia's wrist, Russia almost blushed at Canada's touch, and pulled the Russian out the door and into the streets. "So, where are we going?"

"I know this restaurant that serves really good food, plus I get a discount there."

"Do you know?"

"Yup, France's help."

"Matvey," Russia started. "We're not going to eat snails… right?"

"No way, I can't stomach eating live snails." Canada made a bit of a face. "Oh! I see the restaurant!" He grabbed onto Russia's hand this time, Russia pulled his scarf up to cover his blush, and pulled Russia into the restaurant.

Following close behind, America peeked out from behind a building. He slowly went back in silently and then popped out again, looking around. He saw they went in and quickly turned to England giving him hand signals. "Will you stop with the hand signs! ?" England yelled and smacked the American on the back of his head.

"Ow! I was saying let's go!" America yelled back. "Geez! For a spy, you suck at this!"

"I am not a spy first of all, you yank."

"Uh huh, sure you're not." America glared a bit.

"Just shut up and move!" England pushed the American out of the shadows.

Russia was impressed, the restaurant was set up so nicely; it had a calm and relaxing feel, people talked quietly, the smell of fresh baked bread filled the room, Russia was a bit surprised Canada picked a place like this, he didn't think the boy liked these kinds of things. Then again, he had to remind himself that the boy wasn't America.

The two of them quickly got a table outside, Canada did all the talking, Russia just followed the Canadian. Canada placed Kumajirou in another seat on the side as he sat across from Russia. The two got comfortable in their seats before doing anything else. "Hey, Russia." Canada broke their silence.

"Da?"

"I had your Vodka, you have wine."

"I don't like it though." Russia said.

"Have you even tried it?"

"….No…"

"Just try some."

Russia sighed a bit. "I'll try some if you're getting some, just don't get drunk."

"I can hold wine just fine." Canada pouted. "Question is, can you?"

"Most likely." Russia said. "Wine isn't much."

"Yet you can't handle Beer." Kumajirou yawned. The two both looked at the sleep bear, Russia a little, just a little, mad about the bear's comment, he didn't care for it that much though. Kumajirou laid down in the chair though, completely ignoring the looks from the other two, and yawned.

"Take a nap…" Russia said. The bear yawned towards him and laid his head back down, giving the Russian a little "don't mind if I do" signal. Canada smiled a bit at Kumajirou and gave him a little pat on the head. "Why do you like that bear so much?"

"Huh? Cause he's my pet, I love him." Canada gave a little smile.

"You don't even remember his name… Nor does he remember yours."

"I know, but that doesn't mean we don't care about each other." Canada pet Kumajirou's head. "He's been with me for as long as I can remember, it may sound weird but he's like my best friend."

"That's not just weird, it's sad."

"Oh yeah, well do you have a best friend?"

"I have no need for one." Russia said. "I take comrades, but they are not my friends."

"Would you consider me a friend?" Canada asked. Russia paused. "Or I'm just a comrade right?"

"W-Well," Russia gulped. "Maybe you're a little more than just a comrade?"

"Oh?"

"D-Da." Russia said.

America and England blended in pretty well with the rest of the crowd, they sat at a table far away from the other two nations, close enough so America could see what was happening, but he couldn't hear anything. He watched carefully as England sat across from him, concerned about all of this. America was in full focus, probably trying to read the Russian's lips, Canada had his back to him. England wanted to stay out of this, he munched a bit on some bread as America focused, putting his menu up to cover his face when he thought Russia was looking over. "Stupid Commie." He mumbled, England only sighed.

The waiter brought food and wine for the two, Canada ordered everything because Russia didn't know any of it, even what the menu was saying; it was a good thing the boy knew French after all. Canada started eating as Russia stared at the food, not knowing what or how to eat it. "It's not poison." Canada said.

"I know that." Russia said. "It looks weird though, what is this?"

"It's called Brandied de Morue, it's really good." Canada ate more. "Try it." Russia poked the food with his fork.

"All I see is potatoes."

"It's Cod too." Canada said. Russia poked the potatoes and played with them a bit. "Don't play with your food." Russia looked at him and back at his food. He finally stuck the fork in the food and lifted it into his mouth, actually trying it. "Well?"

Russia was impressed. "It's not bad…For French food."

"France has some of the best cuisine in the world."

"I like mine better."

"Well of course you do." Canada giggled a bit.

"What about you? It's your country's cuisine all French or what?"

"You've had some of my food already." Canada said. "A lot of it is French, a lot of it we have made up ourselves, and then a lot is from other cultures eh?"

"Oh." Russia ate more, it was actually really good, and he would never say something like that about something that came from France. Canada finished before Russia could even be half-way done. He sat there waiting for the Russian to finish, while Russia was thinking some other things. He kept peeking from his food to Canada and back, thinking of something to do or say to him, thinking about Ukraine's little prep talks. As much as they had annoyed him, he kept thinking about them and figured out they had been a bit helpful; make a move, act on your feelings, the two phrases kept popping up in his head; it irritated him.

Maybe I should try…, he thought. He took another bite of his food and actually began to feel nervous, again with nerves, he was never like this. Damn it, he pulled his scarf up a bit, then realized he couldn't really eat while doing that; he decided he was done and pulled it up more. Canada sat there reading the menu, testing to see if his memory of French was good. Russia slowly put his hand on the table and tried sliding it across, trying to reach for the boy's hand, trying to make some kind of move. America noticed and gritted his teeth, oh no you don't. He grabbed the bread out of England's hand, the Brit just stared at him in confusion, and America aimed. He raised his arm back and launched the bread at his target, then put the menu up to hide his face.

Years of baseball made America's throws hard, the bread hit the back of Canada's head with a force and even a thump. Canada jumped and grabbed onto the back of his head. "Ow! What the maple was that! ?" He jumped and turned around to see who threw it, only seeing other diners with their menus up, America and England blended in. Russia quickly took his hand away and put it back on his lap, nerves kicked in with that again.

"I-I don't know." Russia said. Canada bent over and picked the piece of bread up and tried squashing it, turns out it was stale too. Canada pouted a bit and put it on his finished plate.

"You saw that too right? It's not just me?"

"Da, I saw." Russia said. "It hit you, you're not going crazy."

"Oh good." Canada got comfortable in his seat again. "Nice to know it's raining bread." He joked.

"You're okay right?"

"Yeah I'm fine, it was just bread after all." Canada said. "At least it wasn't like a baseball or something eh?"

"Again with the eh?"

"Leave my ehs alone." Canada pouted. "You have to have something to add onto your sentences, like China says aru."

"China is strange. Don't bring him into this." Russia said.

"Don't gossip, it's not nice."

"Your brother is a moron."

"…Well that's the truth so I can't say anything to that…" Canada sighed and then laughed the rest of his sigh off. "That's just a fact." If America could hear this, he would be so offended. Russia smiled a bit.

"Question, what to we do now?" Russia asked. "You're finished, I'm finished-"

"You haven't drank the wine." Canada smirked.

"I don't want to try it."

"Drink. It." Canada quoted, like Russia had done when he got the boy to drink the Vodka a while ago. "Drink. The wine. Drink some." He smirked, Russia only smiled at him a bit and picked up the glass.

"If I do, you don't tell anyone, understand?"

"Sure, I guess?" Canada said. Russia sniffed the wine a bit before putting the glass to his lips, then hesitated. "Russia, it's not a death trap." Russia looked at the boy, patiently waiting, and back to the drink. Finally, he gave it a try and took a good gulp of it. "Well? Not bad eh?"

"I-I suppose so." Russia said, it actually did taste pretty good, it had a zangy taste to it. "I see you enjoy it." Canada kept taking sips of his own, so far he wasn't getting drunk but Russia figured it was only a matter of time. "So, um, now what?"

"Have you never gone to dinner before?" Canada questioned. "You look very confused."

"Not really now, not with someone who wasn't in my family." Russia admitted.

"Oh." Canada scratched his head. "Well, we could just talk?"

"I guess…Whatever you want." Russia said. Canada thought about it, what was something to talk about to Russia? He couldn't think of much… "Um, what's your favorite color?"

"Huh? You wanna play like 20 questions?"

"What?"

"You asked me a question, so I thought we were playing the game."

"That's a game?"

"Yeah it's a game where we just ask each other questions, something like that." Canada scratched the side of his head a bit. "So you wanna just ask questions like that?"

"Da, fine by me."

"Orange." Canada said. "The answer to your first question." Russia smiled a bit. "And yours?"

"I don't have one…" Russia admitted. He was thinking about saying red, but he wasn't sure how well that would go over. "Um…" he tried thinking of a question.

"I don't care if it's personal." Canada said.

"Where are your nukes?"

"Not that personal! No country stuff!" Canada glared.

"Do you even have nukes?"

"…Move it along."

"I'm guessing that is a no?"

"I don't believe in nuclear warfare, that good enough?"

"So it is a no, okay." Russia said. "Okay, question, why do you not believe in nuclear warfare."

"Cause you don't nuke people!" the question hit one of Canada's nerves.

"Okay, okay calm down." Russia said. "I'm sorry I asked…"

"Sorry…" Canada mumbled a bit. "Um, why do you like sunflowers?"

"Huh?" Russia blinked. "B-Because I do."

"Um okay…" Canada said, talking to Russia was difficult. Finally, he thought of something that maybe Russia would answer. "H-Hey Russia. Do you have any dream?"

"Dream?"

"Y-Yeah, like what you want to do, what you wish to do?" Canada said. "Y-You don't have to answer it…" Russia glanced at him a bit.

"My dream…" He looked down. "It's to escape the cold. I want to live someplace warm, surrounded by sunflowers. I want to be away from all the snow… I want…" He looked up again. "I want to see those beautiful flowers." Canada blinked, he didn't expect something like that from Russia's mouth; he really didn't know the Russia.

"You really hate the cold huh?" Canada said, he kinda felt bad for the Russian.

"Da. You have no idea." Russia said. All the cold, all the snow, it always brought General Winter. Everything would freeze, his beloved sunflowers wouldn't survive Winter, and he would be tortured; he hated the cold. "Matvey. What about you? You surely have one if I do."

"Huh? Y-Yeah I do." Canada said. "I guess it's….To be remembered." Russia looked at him.

"Really? I thought you were going to say world peace or no more wars."

"I like to think dreams are reasonable."

"World peace isn't reasonable?"

"No." Canada got a bit a sad. "It will never happen. Despite all the protests and treaties, everything; there will always be fighting, always racism, always wars, always violence, no matter what you try to do, it will just never happen."

"You seem to be very wise for your age." Russia said. "Most people, and us countries, think it's possible."

"Yeah well, they just dream that then." Canada said. "It could never come true though." You're smart for how young you are, Russia thought. If Ukraine heard him say this though, she would probably cry, some others would probably be upset too, maybe even America because he believed justice lead to peace.

"And you…You're just wishing to be remembered? I'm sure you're not that unnoticeable." Russia tried to be kind about that, he knew the boy was ignored, even when he spoke up, even the boy's big brother would forget him.

"Believe me, I am." Canada sighed. "I wish I wasn't, but I am. I don't stand out, I'm confused for America, and completely forgotten. No one really knows me, they don't remember me long enough to."

Russia frowned a bit at his words. "Matvey." He said and got the boy's attention. "I remember you, I seem to know you well enough."

Canada smiled a bit. "Yeah, and I'm thankful for it."

"Sleepy." Kumajirou yawned and woke up from his nap. The two nations looked toward him and Canada picked the little one up and put him on his lap.

"I'm actually getting pretty tired too, do you wanna head back?" Canada asked.

"Da." Russia said, though he kinda wished he could sit here a little longer with Canada.

"I have to get my stuff out of my room and then head over to France's."

"You're staying with France?"

"Yeah, I always do when I stay in his country." Canada said. "He gets upset if I don't." Canada got up and carried the little bear with him as Russia grabbed the bill, Canada would end up paying for it though, he was the smart one to convert his money while Russia forgot.

America saw them leave and jumped up to follow until England grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back. "No, you're done with this." He said.

"W-what! ? No way! Dude! I gotta follow them!" he tried to get away and continue following but England had the upper hand to day and he pulled the American the other direction, leaving out the back way of the outdoor restaurant against America's will.

Russia and Canada had a calm walk back to the hotel, Canada talking a bit about Paris, everything he had learned when he visited France previous times. Russia didn't really mind; he liked hearing Canada's cheery voice, he got all happy and excited when he talked about things he liked, it relaxed Russia a bit; he forgot he was in France.

They got back to the hotel and went up toward their rooms, Canada's was just down the hall from Russia's. They stopped at Russia's room to say good night, Russia had trouble with the door's key until Canada helped him a bit. "Well, um, thanks and good night eh?" Canada said. Russia looked at him.

"D-Da." Russia blushed again as the boy started to leave, he stopped him. "C-Canada." Canada stopped and turned back at Russia.

"Yeah?"

"C-Can you come here for a second?" Russia nervously asked, act on it, make a move, Ukraine's prep talk was back in his head. Canada made his way back though and stood in front of Russia again.

"Something wrong?" He blinked. Russia took a deep breath and grabbed Canada by his tie and pulled him closer. "R-Rus-" Russia pulled him in more and kissed the boy's lips, he was anxious to do that all night. Canada stood there, a bit in shock, with his cheeks rosy red. Russia backed away a bit and waited for any response from him now, though Canada didn't know what to do or even say to that. Russia leaned in again and kissed him, he figured if he didn't like it, he wouldn't let him do it again; and he did.

He kept kissing him and realized that Canada was actually kissing him back. The boy had dropped Kumajirou by now, the bear had escaped away from the two, and was too involved with Russia at the moment. Russia started to put his hands around the boy's waist, pulling him closer. Canada didn't seem to mind, he let Russia do what he did. Russia leaned back against the door, pulling Canada with him, as the door started to open more with it. He slowly pulled the boy inside and onto the bed, then got on top and kissed him more. Finally, he stopped.

He sat up and got off the bed for a minute as Canada laid on the bed breathing heavily, adrenaline was pumping now. Russia slowly took his scarf off and laid it on the dresser. "Y-You're taking your scarf off?" Canada asked, Russia glanced at him. "Shit gets serious with that huh?" Russia smiled a bit.

(I'm sure you can figure out what happened from there, hon hon)

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Thank you~

First off, this is influenced by "Giving In" By Artificial. We did talk it over and the author has given me permission to start it like this.

I don't own the characters, nor the anime they come from!

So….Yeahhh sorry I'm so later Q.Q I have reasons! …. I got distracted, I got stuck, I was too into Ao Oni to try doing anything else, and then my internet went down with all the thunder storms we've been having lately! Soooo mehhhhh I'm Sorryyyyy! ….I made it up by making it a very long chapter da? XD

….Well um….I'm sure I don't need to explain this…. I would… but I'm too lazy too XD

You can figure out what happened from there! Hon hon hon!

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я поступил: I acted.