A/N: WAAAAAAAAAH! IM SORRY THIS IS SO LAAAAATE! PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEEE! -ahem- anyway, I'm really sorry that this is so late, I had to go back to school and was readjusting to school life after the holidays and I had this big history thing that I left to the last minute and I'm sooorry D':

Anyway, I think that I will try to get a new chapter out every Wednesday because that way I have a deadline and it will give me the motivation to get on with it. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, please enjoy! -bows-

Chapter 3: Awkward

There was no mistaking him for someone else. The half-naked man in front of Canada was definitely Russia. Canada blushed as he gazed up at him and then looked away, apologizing.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, I d-did not m-m-mean to intrude..." he stuttered, staring down at the ground.

Normally Russia would have been angry at this intrusion on his private life but for some reason unknown to him, he felt more embarrassed than annoyed. A faint blush dusted his cheeks and he looked around his living room for a distraction.

Eventually his gaze fell on the girl sleeping across from Canada and he opened his mouth to speak, not letting his discomfort show.

"So I see you have met my sister." The Russian commented, gesturing to the girl asleep in the chair and plastering a fake smile on his face.

"W-well I didn't exactly m-meet her, she k-kind of f-found m-me... I think..." replied Canada nervously, grinning sheepishly.

"What do you me- oh." Russia's facade shattered as he noticed the terrible state that the young nation was in. The beating from the strange man had taken its tole on Canada's looks. His skin was covered in purple-blue bruises and cuts, a trickle of dried blood ran down from his nose to his chin and his left eye was puffy and sore. It was quite clear to see that the boy had been in a fight and Russia mentally kicked himself for not noticing his condition sooner. The happy expression on his face was replaced with one of anger as an unexplainable rage flooded through him.

"Who did this to you?" He whispered, as an evil aura stole over him, "I'll kill him."

Canada visibly recoiled at Russia's reaction. This was far scarier than when the unknown man had attacked him. At least then he had some idea of why the man was mad at him as he did look a lot like his brother and he made enemies very easily, here he had no idea why the Russian was getting so angry, wasn't he supposed to like it when people got hurt?

Canada scrambled further away from Russia as he stepped forwards and grabbed the smaller nations shoulders, fury burning in his eyes.

"WHO WAS IT! TELL ME!" Russia shouted, losing complete control. Canada was terrified, and only managed to stutter in response:

"I-I-I d-d-don't kn-know, b-b-but they t-thought that I was A-America..."

"What did he look like? I'll find him and-"

"Brother what are you doing!" A voice sounded from behind them and Canada realized that the girl who had saved him, Russia's sister, had been woken up by her brother's shouts.

"Ukraine! I'm sorry that I woke you..." So that was her name.

"It's alright brother, I shouldn't have been asleep, but why were you shouting?"

"I wanted to know who had hurt Canada." He replied bluntly, looking over at the trembling boy.

Canada squeaked as the Russian's attention was once again on him and curled up as small as he could go to try and avoid his gaze.

"Brother? What have you been doing? What did you do to him?" Ukraine fixed her brother with a glare as she worried about what he could have done to the poor boy while she was asleep. "What did you do?" she asked in a fearful voice.

Russia was about to answer her when Canada finally decided to speak up:

"N-no... he d-didn't do a-anything he j-just acted a l-little w-worried..."

Ukraine let out a sigh of relief. He was okay. "Okay then, sorry about my brother, he can overreact sometimes, but it's fine."

Russia glared at his sister at her last remark but held his tongue, he didn't want Canada to lower his opinion of him even more by seeing him argue with his sister.

"A-Anyway, would you like something to eat?" Ukraine continued, faltering a little under her brother's gaze.

"O-oh no, I couldn't d-do that you've already d-done so much for m-me, in f-fact I should probably g-get going, I d-don't want to impose any more than I a-already have..." Canada stuttered, attempting to get up from the couch."

"But your wounds!" Ukraine gasped as the boy tried to get up.

"I-I'm fine, I can g-get home I d-don't want to cause trouble!" Canada tried to stand up but immediately wobbled and fell over.

"Canada!" Ukraine gasped and hurried over to the boy, placing him back on the couch. "You're not going anywhere. Brother, can you see to the rest of his wounds? I'll make him something to eat."

Canada looked troubled at being kept there but said nothing as it only seemed to cause more trouble.

As soon as Ukraine left the room Russia hurried over to Canada and began silently bandaging the remainder of his wounds. When the last one had been wrapped up, he sat back and stared at Canada thoughtfully, as if wondering what to say.

It was Canada who first broke the silence, "T-thank you..." he whispered, looking up at Russia. When he said nothing, Canada tried again, "Y-you remembered my name... how? No-one remembers me... h-how did you?"

For a moment he thought that his question was going to go unanswered until Russia spoke up, his voice quiet, "I saw you in the woods yesterday." It was quiet, and if he hadn't been waiting for it, Canada would have missed it. Immediately he froze. No one should have seen him then.

"W-what?" He asked worriedly, fearing what Russia thought of him but he continued on as if the boy hadn't said anything.

"You had been crying, you were unconscious... What happened?"

"W-what are you t-talking about Russia... I w-wasn't in the woods yesterday..." Canada lied, fixing a fake smile on his face to hide his discomfort.

"Don't lie to me." Russia hissed in an icy tone that caused Canada to start trembling again, "I know it was you, I know what I saw, and I'm asking now, why were you crying?"

Canada lowered his head and looked down at his hands, his hair covering his face. "I-if you were there... was it you who saved me?" He asked in a low voice, so that Russia had to strain his ears to hear.

Russia almost smiled at him then, but decided against it, instead he answered his question, "Da, it was me who saved you, but answer my question, why were you crying?"

Instead of answering Canada looked down at his hands and shifted about uncomfortably. Russia was staring at him expectantly and it was making him uneasy.

"You will answer the question, da?" Russia asked, still staring at the boy intently.

Canada was beginning to feel more and more awkward. How could he tell Russia, a man who had only just noticed Canada, something as personal and secret as that?

He said nothing as Russia continued, "Was it... was it because I sat on you that day? You were crying then... so was it my fault?"

Canada jerked his head up in shock to look at Russia. His face was hidden in shadow and Canada could tell he didn't want to meet his eyes. Did this mean... did this mean that Russia remembered he was at the meeting and cared for what he thought? No one, other than his family, remembered or cared about him. Was Russia really that worried?

"W-what? O-of course it w-wasn't your f-fault, I'm u-used to p-people not noticing me..." stammered Canada, trying to save the man's feelings, "It j-just g-gets a l-little much s-sometime y-you know... B-but anyway, its n-not your f-f-fault..."

Russia brightening at this but he still looked a little sad as if he was worried about something.

"But Canada is better now, da?" he asked with genuine concern on his face.

"O-of course, I-I'm f-fine n-now, I f-feel m-much b-better..." trembled the Canadian, not meeting Russia's gaze.

At this remark Russia grinned and pulled the boy into a hug that nearly crushed him. Canada blushed and looked away as he realized that the other nation still had no shirt on.

"I am so glad that Canada feels better." Russia grinned at the nation, oblivious to his discomfort, which made Canada blush even more.

"U-um R-Russia?" He stammered, trying to attract the bigger man's attention.

"Da?"

"D-do you t-think that you c-could maybe p-put a shirt on?" said the uncomfortable Canadian, trying to avoid looking at the other man's bare chest.

Russia looked down at his exposed chest and blushed. He had completely forgotten about that. "Ah~ I am sorry Comrade." he said calmly before getting up and walking briskly out of the room, a blush growing on his face.

Canada let out a sigh of relief. Well that was awkward.

Before he had time to recover from his ordeal with Russia, Ukraine came into the room bearing a tray with some soup on it.

"Um, I didn't know what it was you liked to eat so I made you some soup, I hope that's alright..." she mumbled, looking over at Canada anxiously.

"E-eh? N-no soup's fine by m-me, b-but you r-really didn't have to g-go through all that tr-trouble..." He stuttered self-consciously, blushing a little.

"No, no not at all, its no bother, I enjoy cooking!" Ukraine said with a smile, trying to clear up any awkwardness between them but it didn't work.

There was an awkward silence as Canada ate the food as neither person had any idea what to do to break the ice. Canada was almost glad when Russia came back through the door, having donned a white shirt to cover his chest.

Instantly Canada blushed and looked down into his empty bowl of soup and there was a long pause before he eventually broke the silence.

"U-um I'd better be g-going... t-thankyou s-so much for h-helping m-me out... and f-for the soup." he murmured with a small smile, standing up and shakily making his way over to the door. Instantly Ukraine bounded over to Canada to wish him goodbye.

Russia hovered by the door for a few moments, waiting for his sister to say goodbye to the small Canadian before stepping forward. For a moment there was a silence in which neither nation could meet each others eyes until Russia took a step towards Canada and looked down at him, a genuine smile plastered on his face.

"It was nice to see you Canada, we should meet up again sometime, da?"

Canada blushed for a second before looking the Russian back in the eye.

"Y-yeah, it was nice to speak to you, I'll see you around sometime..." He replied with a smile before opening the door and heading off.

As he walked through the newly fallen snow, Canada couldn't help but smile at the memory of what had happened. Suddenly Canada froze as he realized, with a grin that not once had Russia forgotten who he was.

A blush crept over his face as he thought about how Russia had looked when he had noticed his wounds.

'Dammit, why am I blushing?'

A/N: Canada: Why am I blushing?

Shhhhh, Canada, I need to talk to these people and it's my story so I should get first say in the authors notes -3- Anyway~

Welp, there's your chapter, sorry if its not as good as some of the others or not what you were expecting but I have been very busy, however, as I said at the start I will try to update this story every Wednesday to prevent me from getting lazy.

Also, THANKYOU SO, SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO FAVOURITED, REVIEWED OR ADDED THIS STORY TO THEIR ALERTS! YOU MAKE ME SO, SO, SOOOOO HAPPY! I never ever expected this story to be so popular, I love you all, please keep reviewing, it brings me so much joy~