Canada sighed staring through his window; snow piling up. It would be a pain to drive through that weather. He was nervous about this meeting already; mainly because it was only him, America, Russia, England, and France. He was wondering why all G-8 members wouldn't be there. Then he wondered maybe if it was just about them…it wasn't that strange of a combination. Whenever he asked his boss about it he said he had no idea either. When Canada finally got to his car the snow had let up a little; but would still be difficult to drive through. Luckily he only had to drive to America's house so it wouldn't take that long. When he pulled up to the driveway he only saw a couple other cars so not everyone was there yet.
Canada knocked on the door, he hoped that America would open the door and say this was an intervention for France to stop molesting nations; but assumed that wasn't the case. America swung open the door. He didn't look like himself though. He frowned and took off his glasses. "So you're here Canada… I was wondering what took you so long." Canada felt off by the sudden change in personality. Why was his brother acting so serious and mature? Canada stepped inside the door. "Um… sorry, it's snowing very heavily. It made me have to drive more carefully. Sorry if I'm a bit late." Canada said looking down at his watch, in fact he was early. America began to lead Canada through the house. They came to the meeting room, England and France where already sitting there, drinking tea. America sat down and Canada did the same.
"What is this about?" Canada asked anyone who was listening nervously.
"Russia." They said in unison.
England sipped his tea and began to speak. "We find his movements suspicious lately. We have begun investigations, but it seems everything we're doing is completely futile. We would like to look further into the Nuclear War Pact him and America are signing. He seem very antsy to signing it. Also the fact he has a sample of Small Pox isn't that reassuring either." England looked up from his tea over to Canada.
France smiled putting his tea down. "This is where you come in Canada my boy. We would like you to allow yourself to join Russia." Canada eyes widened. "Uh, but that's-" Canada stuttered as France but his hand on his shoulder. "Come on Canada…" he got to eye-level with Canada. "It's your freedom or the worlds!" He said laughingly. The fact France was laughing at it didn't make him feel any better. England stood up. "Shut up France! Anyway Canada, this is very important. We need you to do this. Besides out of all of us here, you've got the best relationship with Russia." Canada felt his face go red remembering a few months ago. He looked down at his feet. Why did he have to do this? So what if he had the best relationship? He thought about how everyone would treat him with more respect if he did do this. "Alright…" he murmured.
He looked to see all of them smiling. America jumped up at the sound of the doorbell. "Well that should be Russia."
"Well we'll leave then." England said grabbing his got and heading for the backdoor France behind him. "Good luck Canada." France said as he shut the door. It was funny to Canada whenever someone said good luck to him he felt worst. He saw as America opened the door that Russia seemed curious to why he was here as well. Canada wondered if Russia suspected everyone thought his actions were suspicious. America led Russia over to the room they'd sit to talk. Russia sat across from Canada and
America. He frowned looking intimidating only scaring Canada more to join him. "What's this about America?" Russia asked with a hint of hatred in his voice. America smirked. "Well Russia, it's about the Nuclear War Pact, ready to sign yet?" Russia looked out the foggy window and sighed. "I'm afraid not yet. If that's all why is Canada here?" he said smiling over at Canada; who was shivering from fright.
America smiled pouring Russia a cup of tea. He handed it to him and sat back down. "Canada has something of another matter to discuss with you." Canada felt the pressure piling up on him. Russia looked happier now. "Well I never mind talking to Canada. What is it?" Canada felt like he would have a heart attack. "Uh… Russia I would like to join with you…" Canada said watching the nation's smile grow wider. "Really, you mean that Canada?" Russia yelled excited. Canada nodded, feeling as though his head was spinning. Russia grabbed Canada's hands shaking them furiously. "I'd love to have you in my house! We'll leave immediately!" Canada felt like America, France, and England had pushed him into a very uncomfortable spot. America's smirk had turned into a frown over seeing Russia so pleased. Canada wondered if he'd even be able to keep in touch with him, England, and France if he was at Russia's house.
Russia pulled Canada arm forcing him to stand up. Canada felt twice as vulnerable as usually being under Russia, but the realized power wise he might be stronger. The only real bad thing was that Canada didn't understand Russia at all. His mood seemed to fluctuate a lot. He wondered if those two nations he had meant a while ago would be there. Latvia and Lithuania, he hoped so that would put much less pressure on him. Of course he was too afraid to ask Russia. Then he seemed to answer with 'WHO COULD GET AWAY FROM RUSSIA?' Canada knew his time with Russia would surely be interesting. All he had to do was see what Russia was up to eh?
Russia began to pull Canada out the door. Canada tried to keep up, he didn't think Russia would take him away like this. What would his boss say? Russia seemed to be thinking about something else…out loud. "Now if only I can keep Belarus from seeing you." Canada felt his stomach drop. Was this going to be torture?