Summary- The day that Russia sat on him was one of the worst days of his life, but little did Canada know it was the start of the best time of his life, the day that Russia started to notice him.
Soon Russia begins to love the Canadian Country and everything about him, but certain siblings do not approve of this new found relationship and are willing to do anything to stop it! Can Canada and Russia find the love they have always longed for in each other or will their disapproving siblings tear their relationship apart?
RussiaxCanada Rated T because I'm paranoid like that and because of what I intend to put in future chapters.
Sorry for the terrible summary DX it would help if I knew exactly what I was going to put into this but, what can you do!
A/N- So, here it is!, my first ever fanfiction! I hope you like it, -bows and hands out cookies-
Chapter 1 - Frozen Tears
Canada sighed as he entered the G8 meeting. He had a feeling that it was not going to go well, he couldn't really explain it, he just didn't feel terribly optimistic about this month's meeting. Not that he ever felt very happy at the thought of interacting and socialising with the other countries. They always either forgot about him or mistook the young Canadian for his brother, America.
Even his brother and his two fathers, England and France, forgot his name or just plain ignored him... he didn't actually have anyone who always remembered him, or noticed or cared about him...
Blinking away tears, Canada took a seat over by the window and hugged his bear, Kumajiro.
"Who are you?" the white bear asked him calmly.
Canada just sighed instead of replying with the usual "I'm Canada," even his bear, whom he had owned all his life, couldn't remember his name.
It was at that moment that the huge and intimidating Russia entered the room. Immediately the several small conversations that had sprung up between the countries ceased as the tall Russian strode over to sit in a seat by the window with a small smile on his face... the same seat that was being occupied at that moment by the timid Canadian.
Canada winced as he was crushed by weight of the massive country.
"G-g-get off me!" Cried Canada as the wind was knocked out of him but his voice, being much quieter than the loud, pushy voices of the other countries, almost a whisper, went unnoticed by the others.
"Alright!" called America, "now that everyone is here we can finally get this meeting started!"
"Non! there is one extra chair! Someone is missing..." replied France.
Various comments erupted from the countries seated around the table.
"Well who the heck is it?"
"I can't think who it is who is gone, everyone seems to be here..."
"Are you sure you laid out the right number of chairs?"
Canada felt ready to cry. Here he was, stuck under Russia, while the other countries tried to figure out who was missing.
Taking a deep breath, Canada summoned up his courage and screamed out, "Can you PLEASE get off me?"
Immediately the room went silent as Russia jumped up from his seat and stared down at Canada, who was red in the face and breathing heavily.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" if it was possible, the room would have gone even quieter as seven pairs of eyes turned to look at America, who was glaring, furiously at Canada.
Canada was hurt. More than hurt, he was torn apart.
The fact that his brother couldn't remember his name from time to time was bad enough, but outright forgetting him and shouting it out in front of the whole meeting?
Canada stared at America, his purple-blue eyes filled with hurt.
"I-I'm Canada, your brother..."
America stared back at Canada, you could practically see the cogs in his brain slowly turning as he processed this information.
"Oh! Canada! I completely forgot about you!" America said, then laughed.
Canada hated that laugh so much. It was so annoying, mocking him as his brother tried to laugh off the pain that Canada was feeling.
"H-h-he forgot about me... just... completely forgot about me..." Canada said to himself, as he curled up dejectedly in his chair, while the meeting progressed, not expecting to be heard by anyone. Only one person heard, the person who was still standing after jumping up from Canada, who was staring at the young country for what seemed like the first time ever. Russia.
A tear leaked out from Canada's eye.
"Why?... Why am I so unnoticeable...?" Canada whispered as the meeting continued, oblivious to his misery.
Suddenly, a huge gloved hand came out of nowhere and wiped away the tear that had travelled halfway down Canada's face.
Looking up, Canada saw Russia's face not far from his own, concern masked behind his fake smile.
"I am sorry for sitting on you, I didn't see you, you not cry, da?"
Luckily the exchange of words between the two countries had gone unnoticed by the others but all the same, Canada turned bright red and sunk down into his seat, stuttering.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry for causing you t-t-trouble, it wasn't your f-f-fault, It was mine for n-n-not speaking up sooner..."
Russia frowned at Canada for taking all the blame on his shoulders but didn't argue, instead he sat down in his chair and turned towards the meeting.
Canada stared at Russia for a few moments, wondering what had compelled the Russian to do such a thing.
He'll probably have forgotten me by tomorrow... heck, he's probably forgotten me already... Canada thought to himself bitterly, resting his chin on Kumajiro's soft head and slumping down in his seat, lost in his own thoughts.
Russia, however had not forgotten about Canada, In fact he was thinking about Canada at that very second. Why had he never noticed him before? And how on earth could people mistake him for his brother?
By the time the meeting broke up, it had started snowing outside, slowly at first but gradually getting heavier as time went on. Canada hurried home, not wishing to be caught in a snowstorm.
When he got back to his house Canada placed Kumajiro on the floor, changed into something warmer and dashed out the door again , ignoring his bear's hungry whines.
The snow was falling gently again and Canada stopped in the middle of the woods to admire it. He liked snow. It was gentle and soft, it covered everything in a pure, clean blanket, erasing the sad and cruel world. Most of all it didn't care who it fell on. You could be the most unnoticeable person in the world but the snow would still fall on you, just like everyone else...
Canada stretched out a hand to catch a snowflake, but frowned when it melted as soon as it touched his hand. That was once thing he hated about snow. It disappeared so quickly. One day it would be there, bathing the world in perfect beauty but the next it would be gone, melted forever.
Canada touched his face with his hand. He hadn't noticed he was crying...
All of a sudden Canada collapsed in a fit of tears. He crouched down, head in hands, the snow stifling his sobs.
He almost smiled in spite of himself. Here in the snow, when no one was around he could let his true feelings out. There was no one to call him weak, or pitiful. A secret between the snow and himself.
Russia was worried. Ever since the meeting he hadn't been able to get Canada out of his head, and how dejected the young nation had looked during the meeting. He couldn't help thinking that he was upset because of him.
Sighing, Russia stared into the fire that was slowly warming up his cold living room.
No matter how warm and comforting the flames looked he couldn't get the depressing image of how Canada looked after America shouted at him out of his head. Russia wondered if he should go find him, to make sure he was alright. A number of scenes played through Russia's head... Canada could welcome the company... or he could just ignore him entirely... he could also through things at him, after all, it had been his fault.
Russia would have done the latter and told himself that Canada had every reason to be mad so it would be best to stay away but before he knew it, Russia was grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
It was snowing but Russia didn't mind, he was used to the cold and before long he was standing outside Canada's door. He hesitated before knocking but not for long, Russia was not one to get scared or back out.
He was, however, surprised when a small white bear pushed the door open.
"Who are you?" asked Kumajiro, glaring at the tall nation.
"You're Kumajiro aren't you?" replied Russia, not missing a beat, "Is Canada in?"
"Who wants to know?" retorted Kumajiro, still glaring at Russia.
"I am Russia, and I need to talk to Canada, where is he?"
"Out, and he hasn't fed me yet, so your gonna have to feed me."
Russia grinned. "Can you tell me which way he went?"
"Feed me and I might tell you." said Kumajiro, yawning rudely.
Russia didn't know whether to laugh or be exasperated at Kumajiro's rude behaviour but in the end he gave in. Following the bear inside and feeding him.
Russia liked Canada's house. It seemed bright and warm, with a homely feel to it.
The furniture wasn't old, but it wasn't new either and was simply well lived in. The wallpaper was cheerful, in shades of pale blue and yellow and in a glass vase on the kitchen counter were five yellow sunflowers, artfully arranged. Russia smiled at this, Sunflowers being his favourite kind of flower. They reminded him of summer during the winter and he wondered where Canada had got them, since it was so cold outside.
An impatient tug on his coat brought Russia out of his daydream and he bent down to feed Kumajiro.
When every scrap of his food was gone, Kumajiro sat down and stared up at Russia thoughtfully.
"Well?" Russia asked, losing his patience. "Where is he?"
"Who?"
"Canada!" Snapped Russia, beginning to lose his temper.
"Who's Canada?" replied Kumajiro, oblivious to Russia's annoyance.
He doesn't even remember his own masters name? Thought Russia to himself, feeling even more sorry for Canada than before.
He deflated a bit and asked Kumajiro his question again, a little more gently.
"Where did Canada, your master, the person who normally feeds you, go?"
"Oh. That guy. He went into the woods for a walk." Kumajiro said uncaringly.
"Thank you Kumajiro" said Russia tiredly, dashing off into the woods.
The snow was still falling as Russia stepped into the group of tall trees. He glanced around, hoping to see a glimpse of blonde hair or a red hoodie in the steadily growing darkness. He could tell that something was up. What kind of idiot goes for a three hour walk in the snow as its getting dark?
He almost missed him as he strode through the snowy forest as he was unconscious and half submerged in snow. For a moment Russia feared the worst but upon closer inspection he realised that Canada was still breathing, if very shallowly.
Gently, Russia lifted the unconscious man into his arms and took him back to his house, careful not the wake him. He could tell from the redness around Canada's eyes that he had been crying and he hoped that it wasn't his fault.
Kumajiro gave Russia a very strange look as he brought an unconscious Canada through the door but said nothing as Russia took Canada upstairs to his bed and left.
A/N- So that is it for the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it~
Poor Canada~
Canada: Awwwww poor me ;w;
Ok, I'm not gonna question, what the hell you are doing in the Author's notes, so... have a cookie!
Canada: Yay!
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