Canada's P.O. V

He had seen him! The whole time their had been someone who noticed him, and yet had decided to not say anything. He had seen everything, from his childish fit of throwing America's glasses to his meltdown on the table. It was mortifing! Never had he been so embarrased in his life. Why had Russia chose not to say anything? Did he enjoy watching the nation suffer?

Canada was sitting in his small room in Northern Ontario as he thought this over, each thought getting more accusing than the next. Canada's room was a light shade of blue, all walls bare except one containing a large picture of him and Kumajiro. Underneath each of their names were written in messy handwriting as a refrence because neither could remember the names of the other. Canada tried he really did, it was just Kuma's name was so confusing. Kumajro on the other hand didn't even bother to try. Sometimes the suspicious Canadian was sure he purposefuly forgot him.

Deep in thought the Canadian didn't notice as the small bear waddled into his room complaining about hunger. "who's Russia?" Questioned the bear. Opps. He'd been thinking out loud again. Lately with no one to talk to, Canada had taken to talking to himself, a bad habit that he was trying to fix. "No one." he muttered. The bear frowned unsatisfied wih the answer but deciding to leave it alone. He was hungry afterall and talking would mean less time for food. "Who are you?" Asked kumasomething. Canada sighed. That line had gotten really old and he was more than tired of it. "I'm Canada."

"Will you feed me?" He asked. Kumajro's stomach was starting to growl and he wanted food now. Some fluffy pancakes with maple syrup and butter to be presise. The man looked at him for a second than stood up off the bed and walked over to the door.

"Come on Kumabear. Let's get some pancakes. And please try and remember me." The bear just nodded his head and walked out the door not even looking back to see if the man was following him. He jumped down the stairs two steps at a time and took off for the kitchen already anticipating the food.

Slowly following behind Canada was again thinking back to Russia and what he had said to him. Nice show you put on there, i'd love to see it again. Errgh! What did it mean? Was Russia saying that he wanted to see Canada in his boxers again? The thought sent a light blush to Canada's cheeks and he quickly shook the thought out of his head. No of course that wasn't what he meant. It was Russia. He was probaly just saying that to creep the Canadian out. Of course that's what it was. Satisfied with his answer Canada focused back on the job at hand. After all pancakes won't just make themselves.

Russia's P.O.V

He had watched how the Canadian's cheeks had formed a bright shade of red, happiness pooling up inside him that he could have that effect on the younger nation. When Russia approched most people, much less talked to them the immediate approch had always been fear. Never embarasment. He had to admit he had liked the way Canada had reacted.

Still he could not beleive how the other nations had not noticed him! It was true the Canadian faded into the backround quite often and was not very noticeable but he was in his underwear for pete's sake! The man had thrown his brother's glasses across the table, and no one had seen him do it! The real reason Russia had crushed America's glasses was the fear that Canada would get noticed and it would end his little parade around the conference room. However there was no need to worry because no one would, and he was now sure, notice the blonde nation.

I could use this to my advantage. Thought Russia. He could become my little nation just like the baltics used to be. Oh how he missed the baltics. Latvia shaking in fear whenever he was around and lithuania's love for- no he wouldn't think about that. He wouldn't think about them. The left him just like everyone else. And whose to say Canada would be any different. "I really needed to stop thinking of these of these things." Sighed Russia to the empty room around him. His plans for nations to become his had always failed, and currently he was working on a "get rid of America Plan." Deciding to stick to the plan where America ends up on a deserted island all alone Russia pushed the curly haired blonde nation out of his mind.

Canada's P.O.V

After Canada made pancakes for the complaining bear he sat down infront of the T.V getting ready for a long hockey marathon. One of his Canadian teams were playing an American team and currently the score was 1-0. His team winning of course. Hockey was the one time he wasn't forgotten. Probaly the only time. Just as he started to get into the mood of the game a loud banging on the door knocked him out of his reverie. "I'm coming!" He yelled.

He wasn't expecting visitors and the house was a mess. Still, he was curious as to who would be coming to see him. Certainly not England, the man could barely remember him half time. France had told him he was busy this week and after the disturbance at the meeting with America's glasses he really doubted he would come by. The nation was probaly at home ploting ways to get revenge on Russia or trying to calculate the chances of Russia's death in the near future. Russia. It could be him. The idea made the Canadian feel exited and he could tell his face was heating up.

"No need bro, i've got it!" Yelled the American from outside the door before opening the door and bounding into the room. Canada frowned. He knew he had never given a key to America or anyone else for that matter.

"Woah dude,your face's all red. You sick or something?" Choosing to ignore the comment Canada asked a question of his own.

"How did you get in? I never gave you a key."

"Yeah see that's just the problem." Explained America. "I was sitting at home with nothing to do and then realized I rarely ever visited you. As I was wondering why, I noticed that you had never given me a key to your home and never even invited me over!"

As America talked Canada thought to himself about all the times he had asked America to visit and the man had never showen up."So I went to England's house and asked him to make me a key for your house. And as it turned out he didnt have a key either- really bro, you need to invite people over more. Anyways he did some weird crazy magic shit and made a key for me, acctuly it was really cool. Have you ever seen like a- no acctuly you've got to be there but hey here I am."

As Canada stood their trying to absorb all the words that had just come out of the Americans mouth the other man sauntered towards the couch and plopped down getting comfotable. "Yo dude, whatcha watchin'?"

"oh, um, hockey." Stuttered Canada. "Cool bro. Who's winning?" Asked America, eyes already transfixed on the screen. "Canada is." Said Canada softly. A slightly ticked off look was sent in the Canadians direction and the T.V was quickly turned off. Canada, deciding that if a guest was here he may as be a good host, walked of towards the kitchen quickly returning with a large tray of chocolate chip cookies. "Thanks dude!" Exclaimed America already grabbing a few to shovel in his mouth.

"So anyways about the reason I came- well its just you wern't at the last meeting and I was really worried. I mean so much happened that I wanted to tell you about and it would have been so much better if you were just there to see it! But don't worry, lucky you the hero is hero is here to fill you in."

Canada had to resist the urge to reach across the couch and hit his brother for that comment. More than anything he wanted to tell his brother just what had happened at the last meeting and just what he had done. But before he could do anything the American was rambling again and Canada knew better than to interupt the nation when he was speaking.

"I mean it was weird everyone was listening to me like normal, and then out of nowhere my glasses go flying across the table. If I didn't know any better I would say it was Russia but I know that England's into that whole magic stuff. He probaly thought It would be funny to throw my glasses across the table but then Russia had to interfere! The man just broke my glasses, can you beleive that" Canada could definately beleive it but again chose to not say anything. "and then he smiled! I was going to beat him up right then and there but England told me not to. He said that no one would want to see the sight of a beaten and bloody Russia and I couldn't help but agree. Because really i'm the hero and if me and Russia got into a fight we all know who would win. Really Dude, you shoud've been there."

Canada wasn't even listening at this point drownding the mans voice out by the sound of his own thoughts. However there was one thing he did hear that seemed to make it through to his thoughts.

"You stay away from Russia Canada, He's bad news."