A/N- YOUR REVIEWS! THEY MADE ME SO HAPPY! THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU! -huggles- Anyway, here it is, chapter two, sorry I couldn't get it out sooner, but I went away to my Gran's for the Christmas holidays and wasn't allowed to take the laptop, but on Christmas day my parents brought me a laptop so here I am, writing the next chapter. Sorry if it's not very good, I ran afoul of the writers block demon, however I have lots of ideas for the third chapter, as you can probably tell...so... ya, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Visit

Canada awoke in his own bed the next day with no recollection of how he got there. The last thing that he remembered was crying as the snow fell around him.

Looking outside his window he saw that the world had been transformed into a beautiful Christmas card scene. At least the snow was definitely real, thought Canada to himself as he got out of bed. When Canada looked down at himself he saw that he was still wearing yesterdays clothes and that they were a little damp. So it wasn't a dream. As Canada stood up, he felt dizzy and immediately sat back down again. Letting out a load cough, Canada realised with a sigh that he must have caught a cold. Still with no idea how he had gotten back home and with a sledgehammer headache, Canada headed downstairs to make himself some breakfast.

As soon as he made it into the kitchen Canada was bowled over my a small streak of white fur. Feeling guilty, Canada realised that he forgot to feed Kumajiro yesterday.

"Oh Kuma, I'm sorry! I forgot to feed you yesterday didn't I?"

Kumajiro only grunted in reply as if to say: "I'm not talking to you till I'm fed."

Murmuring apologies to the grumpy bear, Canada went to the freezer to get Kumajiro a fish. Looking in all of the freezer drawers Canada could only find one. Strange, he was sure he had two.

Canada shrugged and took the fish out to feed Kumajiro. Happily the white bear tore the fish apart, enjoying his breakfast. When he was finished Kumajiro went to go sleep on the couch while Canada prepared his own breakfast (Pancakes).

Twenty minuets later Canada slumped back in his seat, feeling much better with some food inside him. Kumajiro let out a grunt in his sleep and Canada suddenly realised that the little white bear probably saw everything that happened last night.

Just as he was going to ask Kumajiro how he got home there was a knock on his door.

"C-coming! hold on a sec!" Canada called to whoever it was at the door.

He reluctantly got up from his chair and made his way over to the door.

"HEYA BRO!" Was the sound that greeted him upon opening the door.

Canada winced at the sound of his brother's voice in his ear and jumped about a foot in the air. The sound of America's loud voice early in the morning can make anyone jump.

"H-hey Alfred..." said Canada quietly, still a little deaf from his brother's outburst, "W-what brings you here?"

"Can't I come and see my brother if I want to?" replied America, pouting slightly.

"O-of c-course you can... I j-just thought that since you... y'know forgot about m-me yesterday, you w-would f-forget about me t-today..."

"You got me!" Grinned America happily, and Canada wondered what exactly it was that he got as he hadn't made any kind of accusation, though he knew America had never been a good listener so he probably thought that his brother had said something else.

"I felt a little bad after what happened yesterday," his brother went on, "So I thought that I'd come round today to take you out for a meal!"

Canada smiled to himself at this, his brother clearly did care about how he felt. He would be happy to eat anything his brother ordered for him so long as it wasn't-

"Hamburgers! Lets get hamburgers!" Canada groaned inwardly at this comment. He just couldn't stand the burgers that his brother was so obsessed with. 'but he is doing this for me, he thinks I like them, this shows he cares...' Canada thought to himself

happily.

"H-how about you get Hamburgers and I'll order something else eh?" he said nervously, trying not to hurt his brothers feelings.

"But I thought you liked hamburgers!" America pouted again.

"A-ah I d-do! I j-just don't feel well today s-so I'll have something l-lighter..." Canada stuttered. It wasn't a lie, his cold had given him a headache and America's load voice wasn't helping.

"Silly brother! Everyone knows that hamburgers make you feel better!" Chided America, laughing.

Canada sighed. "No Al, they really don't..."

"Well, whatever, lets just go already!" laughed America, grabbing Canada's hand and pulling him out the door.

"A-al, wait! I'm n-not ready to go yet!"

America groaned and turned to Canada. "Fine, you have five minutes to get ready."

Immediately, Canada dashed back into the house and changed into some warmer, dryer clothes, exchanging his red hoodie for a blue one. Then he dashed downstairs with two minutes to spare. As he stumbled out the door he grabbed Kumajiro and stood by his brother panting. Unfortunately America didn't seem to notice him and just kept looking at his watch, wondering what he was doing again. It wasn't until Canada tapped him on his shoulder that he realised he was back and ready to go.

"Aha! There you are bro! I was wondering where you had gotten to. Now off we go!"

Canada sighed but didn't complain and together they set off along the street, America in the lead, looking for a good place to eat.

"Where are we going?" asked Kumajiro, tugging on Canada's jacket.

"Alfred's taking us out for lunch today." replied Canada, patting the bear on the head.

"Hmph" sighed the bear, trying to get comfortable in Canada's arms.

"That bear doesn't seem to like you much." Commented America, staring at him and laughing

" R-really? I-I'm sure I loves me deep down..." Sighed Canada, looking at the sleeping bear with affection. "H-he cares about me really... I hope..."

"Aw, of course he loves you, bro, after all you are the brother of the hero, and with a brother like me, who couldn't love you!"

Canada wasn't sure whether or not this was a compliment but he smiled anyway,

"Thanks Al."

"No problem... uh... bro!" replied America, forgetting his brother's name again.

Canada smiled, but he continued walking on with America to wherever he had dubbed would be a good place for lunch. America drawled on about his life the entire journey, not minding the fact that his brother wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, partly because he wasn't giving him a chance to open his mouth but mainly because he was lost in his own thoughts. America was paying attention to him! He was more than paying attention to him, he was actually taking him out for lunch! For once he wasn't being ignored, sure Alfred had forgotten his name a couple of times but that wasn't important because for the first time in what seemed like ages, he was going out somewhere with his brother!

same thoughts were circulating around Canada's head for almost the entire journey, but he kept an ear on the monologue that his brother was giving so that he could nod and smile in the appropriate places and keep his brother happy.

Eventually they got to the "restaurant" that America had chosen and Canada sighed inwardly. His brother had only gone and found the biggest branch of the McDonald's food chain in Ottawa. Canada hated McDonald's with a passion but he was willing to overlook the greasy burgers for a chance to spend time with his brother, besides, Kumajiro didn't mind what he ate and would be more than willing to help dispose of

the unwanted food when America wasn't looking.

Canada followed his brother into the fast food restaurant that he hated so much, a fake smile plastered on his face, which turned to a real one as soon as he saw the menu. They were doing a breakfast special, and the main item on the special menu was pancakes. Intercepting America before he could order, Canada pointed to the pancakes on the menu.

"Can you order me some of those?" He asked smiling.

"You don't want those things, you want a burger, it'll make you feel better!" answered America, all set to order him the greasiest burger on the menu but, seeing the crestfallen look on his brother's face, he relented. "Ok, fine, I'll order you the damn pancakes, but you'd better at least try some of my burger." he grumbled, giving Canada an oblivious look.

"Yay!" Canada exclaimed, jumping in the air and hugging his brother. The day looking brighter by the second.

Half an hour later, both America and Canada sat back with a satisfied sigh, they're stomach's full of their favorite foods. (Kumajiro fell asleep under the table at this point, as he had overstuffed himself on titbits from Canada and was attempting to sleep it off.)

"Ah, that was nice, we should do this again sometime." sighed America happily and Canada nodded mutely in agreement, not daring to get his hopes up.

America then gave Canada a strange look. "Is something bugging you bro? 'Cus if there is anything, you know you can tell me, I mean we're bro's right?"

Canada nodded but didn't say anything- he was having too much of a good time to ruin it by dumping his problems on top of everything.

America kept looking at him earnestly, expecting some kind of heart-to-heart, like in the movies, but when no such conversation arose he fell back into his seat, disappointed. "Hmph, you never open up." He said scowling at his brother across the table. Canada smiled to himself inwardly, it was just like his brother to get upset over something like that. America, however, was easily distracted. "So what are your plans for tonight? I know you have some, you always do." Asked Canada, changing the course of his conversation. His brother was always willing to talk about his social circle.

"My plans? Ah yes, my plans! Well me and the boys," by boys, Canada assumed his drinking buddies, "Were planning on going out to the arcade and then it's karaoke at the bar we normally go to, so we're gonna go there and have a party!" rambled America happily. "Actually we're supposed to be meeting in an hour, so I'd better be heading off or I'll be late... unless of course you'd like to join us?"

Instantly Canada started backing down, bars were really not his thing. "Ah... um... I'm n-not sure that that's such a good idea... y-you know bars aren't my thing..."

"Hmph, suit yourself, 's your evening I guess."

Relieved, Canada calmed down. "Maybe another time eh?"

"Yeah, another time then." said America, cheering up. "See ya bro!"

"See ya Alfred!"

The two waved goodbye and set off in different directions, both feeling good about themselves.

As Canada walked through the gathering twilight, he noticed the presence of a cool, gentle snowflake as it touched his nose. Smiling, Canada continued along the dark street. The snow seemed the perfect end to his brilliant day... that was until he walked into the stranger. Canada had been so busy admiring the snow to notice the presence of the large black man before he walked right into him.

"O-oh I'm s-so sorry!" exclaimed Canada as he looked up at the man. He was pretty tall, had dreadlocks and was wearing a completely out of season Hawaiian shirt.

"America?" The man exclaimed in surprise. Suddenly, as realization dawned on him, his surprised expression changed to one of complete and utter rage.

"Don't you apologize to me you American bastard!" the man yelled in Canada's face, and aimed a punch at the poor boy's nose.

The blow came as a complete surprise to Canada, who had done nothing wrong, and knocked him completely off his feet. After that the blows kept on coming, one after the other, for no reason whatsoever. Canada screamed and screamed as the snow around him steadily turned pink. Eventually Canada could take it no more and passed out.

'Typical,' he thought to himself bitterly, 'just when my day was going so well...'

The last thing he saw before passing out was a figure standing over him. Not the man who beat him up, but a girl, a girl with a kind face.

When Canada awoke he was warm and dry. His wounds had been tended to and he was lying on a comfy sofa in a dimly lit room. On the coffee table beside him was a cup of tea.

Looking around, Canada saw that the room he was in was simply decorated, with comfy looking furniture and walls with dark wooden panelling. The whole room had an old fashioned look that Canada quite enjoyed. He could hear someone in the shower in the next room, and hoped that he wasn't intruding on anyone. It was then that he noticed the girl. She was fast asleep in an armchair near the fire and Canada instantly recognized her as the girl he had seen before he passed out. She had short, whitish blonde hair and wore a yellow hair band to keep it in check. She had a young face of about twenty-two and Canada couldn't help but like her. She looked like the sort of person who worried a lot but had a big heart and Canada already knew she was kind as he was sure that it had been her who had saved him from the snow.

Swinging his legs out from underneath him, Canada made to get up, but as he was doing so, he heard a door behind him unlock and he turned to see a familiar face. There, standing in the doorway was Russia. Canada felt his face grow red as his brain registered that the Russia who was standing in front of him was wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and a scarf.

A/N- Blargl, sorry about the crapiness of the ending of this chapter, I just couldn't think how to end it! ^^' sorry.(Damn writers block ¬.¬)

Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, I personally think that it is terrible by my standards but I will try my best to make the next one better... I had no ideas for this one but it needed to be done, though you can probably tell that there will be a lot of awkward in the next chapter -happy dance-

Canada: Th-that's not a good thing!

Aw c'mon, Canada, you can't deny awkwardness is cute!

Canada: Y-yes I can -blushes-

You love it really...

Canada: N-no I don't!

Fine, suit yourself, Anyways, thankyou sooooo much for all the reviews you gave me on the last chapter, they made me so happy! I hope that you review some more, I really enjoyed reading them all! And now... I shall get to work on the next chapter because I think it is gonna be cuuuuute~

Tigress

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