PROLOGUE OF EPICNESS

RUSCAN UKUS ESTOLAT POLITHU -main pairings throughout story

MEW

To relate one self to bipolar seemed over reactive. Russia preferred to think of himself as a matryoshka...a doll with many layers. Most in which had become worn and patched over the years. Even so, a new layer could show at any second. Even knowing this, he was taken by surprise. Alas, there was nothing much he could do against this ever increasing pain that tore him apart. He knew of whoms fault it was, and also he knew it tore apart his character shred by shred. Only for that one though, no other exceptions seemed to matter.

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He watched from slightly afar as he always did at these meetings. Each day seemed so boring, even the tones England argued with America in were monotony, or at least expected by everyone by this point in time. It had all become such a routine. Feeling no interest in the current matter, Russia let out a sigh as he glanced even more intent at Canada. How is it of lately he noticed him? How is it that no one else seemed to notice this large nation? Well, second that day, he had heard the shorter male cry with frustration and almost wandered aloud what could be wrong.

"Why does no one notice me?" the blonde boy had muttered somberly, recieving no reply he turned back to listen to his brother country rant about idiotic issues.

Truly, why was it that few even noted of his existence? All Russia knew was he had accidentally sat on him a few times, of course being amused at another countries struggle interested him so he'd remain put. Casting his violet gaze more intently at Canada, Russia felt a small smirk form upon his face. It was such a weird reaction was it not? As of the past few years his reactions had grown more and more responding toward Canada's actions, ranging from a timid sneeze to falling from his seat. Still, he was confused as to how any one could create a new shell of his personality, and perhaps what this new shell was at the start. The small polar bear within Canada's arms was chewing at the fine wood the table was carved from, No one seeming to care or even notice for that matter.

"That shall conclude today's meeting. you may all go home now," England stood as he spoke, heading for the door in an unusually quick pace. America simply shrugged and returned to slurping at his milkshake. No one saw the look of angst and the slight blush upon England's face. All they heard was the intense cursing when he reached the hall and the mention of America being an idiot.

"What was his problem?" wondered America aloud, being dense as always. After receiving no response, he took his leave. Eventually, every country left except for Russia, and Canada making his way slowly for the door not awaiting for the cold weather. The meeting had been held in Russia so of course he was USED to the weather, but the conditions of the ice were awful.

"Canada...Wait for a moment," he jumped, hearing acknowledgement. His purple eyes were wide and he was slightly shaking realizing whom it was. His reaction of Alarm was quite pleasing and yet had a slight annoyment.

"Y-yes?" spoke he ever so silent. Russia could almost feel his heart melt at that innocent tone and the way he blushed in fear and embarrassment. Truly he must not have forgotten being sat upon either, do to the clearly zoned look upon his face. Clearly amused, Russia lightly chuckled and walked over. His scarf flowed until he halt before the shorter country, his own pale ash colored hair being moved from his face.

"Why do you seem so sad today? Or is this just worry over some small thing?" Usually he would simply shrug off any other persons sadness or emotion at all, but this held together for his thought. Unrelated to his words, he remembered Canada's breath hitting the back of his neck quickly in fear and the clenching of his hands upon his coat. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he received a concerned stare that illuminated with worry. Mixing emotions seemed to fill the new shell of his personality, Russia growing slightly curious, impatient, and overall anxious.

"Why do you want to know? Erm, I'm actually shocked anyone noticed it, or, me at all!" he nervously laughed, becoming uneasy at such interaction. Swallowing loudly, he saw that Russia wasn't pleased with his response.

"Actually, that is, well, erm...I was hoping the meeting would last longer..I don't quite want to go home yet,"

"Why is That?" clearly becoming interested, Russia drew in closer, a distance that seemed fine for him but alarming for Canada. If it were not for the fact he could maintain composure, Canada would have fainted or possibly even went into a coma as his nerves went up.

"France is being unusually odd, like stalker odd...I'm kind of scared actually hehe," Russia scoffed in disgust, He never really did like that perverted France. At the moment becoming slight side tracked, he thought of his blood running along the floor with elegance. As nice as the thought was, he had to ensue with the current happening.

"Then do not go home," he replied simply.

"Where would I go then? It's not like America is smart enough to notice that England doesn't want him over today to bug him over his height," This was but an excuse to try to leave sooner, but it had backfired.

"Follow me home ,да?" taken by surprise, Canada gave a blank stare.

"You won't try to beat me senseless right? I've seen Latvia,"

"Of course not, Just don't break anything," Russia was shocked that he himself had just invited another country over, and he chuckled slightly at the mention of the punching bag Latvia that Estonia was always screaming for. Unsure of what to do, the blonde bit his lower lip in confusion and frustration. Go home and possibly put up with France's moping and perverted atmosphere? Or perhaps he takes his chances getting hit in the head with a lamp? Either one would end emotionally painful for him he was sure.

"Come, let us leave now before it grows any colder outside," Deciding to abide by his half order, Canada languidly walked behind Russia in slight disbelief. It soon grew awkward as he had lost his gloves on the way to the meeting hall, and he kept stuffing his hands in his pockets. Before thinking, Russia grasped Canada's cold hands. Amused by the expression of humiliation, he chuckled. HE would definately have some emotional distress by the end of the day.

"Perhaps next time you should wear gloves,"

"B-but I was...Kumijaro lost them," stuttered he in defense. Obviously still enlightened by his embarrassment, Russia kept hold of his hands as they walked along. Kumajiro trod along behind them as if he didn't wish to near Russia any further, like most. His aura was terrifying, especially mysterious as of this moment.Not much conversation was occurring, mostly due to Canada's lack of response. As each minute passed, Russia's aura grew more and more with a darkness that just couldn't be read.

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Heat licked at their faces as they enter the home, Canada shrouded in Russia's shadow before the lights were turned on.

"Do not be so shy. No one is home right now anyways. They are all either doing errands or off shopping, though they shall return,"

"O-Okay...Should I wait here or-"

"нет...Follow me. How long do you suppose you will be here?" No one saw the near evil smirk upon his face as he walked ahead.

"U-until I'm sent home since-"

"It is up to you. Unless you decide to go soon, you may stay. Just like I said...Do not break ANYTHING," Still nervous, Canada followed. Something felt ominous indeed. It was not only how he spoke the sentence, it was how Russia had worded it. Even by now, no one knew it was too late to turn back, too late to run.

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A/N (authors note)

Beta Reader: Devil - chan (:D)

Editor: ...Samuel VonBock has changed stories so erm...I Go through and Edit best I can ^u^

This is just the first part...not even chapter one if you will ^u^ It's probably the first fanfic I'll post...but it's not the first one i have written. Please note this will not be as great as one i originally draft onto paper...After all. I randomly decided to write this while play VOCALOID song Matryoshka (nico nico chorus VER) on replay over and over.

*INSERT FUN STUFF HERE* In later chapters when I ACTUALLY start the story for real XD

SORRY FOR THE TYPO's! Hehe...I decided to have my friend proof read to check my spelling. Just because I type 75 words a minute doesn't mean that I spell correctly the first go XD REVIEWS PRETTY PLEASE?