A/N- Three cheers for fast updates! So this morning (afternoon xD) I woke up with a need to write. I honestly couldn't do anything but write, I had to go shopping with my family and the whole time I was thinking about how this chapter would go down so when I got home, I started working on this and now, 5 hours later you have this new chapter of wonderfulness.

I do feel bad though... I have made France horrible but know that I don't mean it and he is very drunk. ^^;

On the subject of drunks, sorry if I get some facts wrong but I have never actually encountered a drunk person so my knowledge is limited there.

Oh and there is shonen ai in this chapter. Don't like it then I suggest you stop reading my fanfiction but lets be honest here, who would look at a Hetalia fanfiction if they didn't like shonen ai?

Chapter 5- Love.

America's party was in full swing. Everywhere there were people drinking, dancing or in some cases making out. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for two nations sitting with a drink in their hands at opposite ends of the room. One of the countries was visibly miserable but no-one was paying any attention while the other was pretending to have a good time to piss off the host.

Russia sat in his chair with a creepy grin on his face, his smile becoming a tiny bit more genuine every time America glared at him. Though he hated these kinds of party's no-one could deny that annoying the North-American nation was fun.

The party itself was not bad, he admitted to himself but that didn't do anything to lighten his mood. The beat from the music was making his head hurt and he was a little bit drunk from the all the vodka he had consumed. The only thing that kept him from leaving was the fact that his presence in the party was annoying America.

Sighing inwardly, Russia raised his bottle of Vodka to his lips but looked disappointed when no liquid came out. He groaned and got up to fetch himself another bottle. This was his fifth? Or was it sixth? Russia shook his head to clear it. It didn't matter, he could handle his alcohol well so there was no problem.

As he picked up his bottle he saw a flash of strawberry blonde out of the corner of his eye.

Russia turned in the direction of the colour and was surprised to see Canada sitting in the corner with a bottle of beer and looking positively miserable.

Russia glanced over at America and saw that he was now occupied with dancing so he set down his drink and made his way over to the Canadian who was now staring off into a space.

"Hello again Canada." He said into the boy's ear and smiled a little when he let out a squeak of terror and jumped up from his seat.

"A-ah! Hello Russia." He said, dipping his head in greeting, "What brings you over here?"

"You looked like you needed company, da?"

Canada looked up at the larger man in surprise. It was enough that he noticed him and remembered his name but realizing how lonely he was? That was a rare occurrence.

Shakily, Canada sat down again and mumbled an awkward reply, "I'm fine... well I'm not really but you really don't have to worry about me- well what I mean is I'm sorry and-"

Russia raised his hand to stop the nation from continuing. He had stopped listening when he realized he was trying to apologise and so instead he changed the subject.

"What are you doing here? You don't really seem like the party type, da?"

"Well... no, but Al needs me here, he said he'd be sad if I didn't come..." replied Canada, not meeting Russia's gaze.

Russia frowned down at the Canadian. "But he doesn't seem to pay you any attention, you may as well not be here."

Canada looked hurt at his words, even though he knew they were true. "No, I'm sure he would notice if I wasn't here... He does pay attention to me, he invited me didn't he?"

Russia shrugged and took a sip of his vodka. "He just doesn't seem to care all that much, if he invited you he should involve you a bit more."

Canada looked down at his feet and didn't say anything and the two fell into an awkward silence. Suddenly Canada's head jerked up and he stared at something that was going on behind Russia.

"Um... Russia?"

"Da?"

"My brother... he's kind of... chatting up you're sister..."

"What?" Russia shouted, looking around for the offending nation. He let out a feral growl and pulled a led pipe out of nowhere when he spotted America with his arm around a very uncomfortable looking Ukraine. "Kol kol kol..."

Canada shivered. Russia could be very scary at times, but as he stormed off to attack America, he felt sad that he had left so soon... It was nice to have someone notice him for once.

Sighing, Canada took another sip of his beer and was soon back to his earlier depressed state. After beating up America, Russia did not return to the lonely Canadian.

Russia grinned to himself. He had successfully given America a black eye and deterred him from perusing his sister without receiving any injuries of his own.

Still smiling, he raised his Vodka to his lips and went back to drinking the night away, this time in a considerably better mood.

Meanwhile, Canada, having lost the attention of Russia was drinking himself into a stupor and so was very surprised when two hands covered his eyes.

"Guess who mon cher~" Purred a voice from behind him.

Canada groaned. He did not need to be bugged by France right now.

"Ah~ non, non, non, Is zat any way to greet your papa?" Canada could smell the scent of alcohol on the Frenchman's breath.

"Désolé papa." Sighed Canada as the tall blonde pulled up a chair, placing it very close to the boy and sat still for a few minutes, giving him a glassy stare.

Canada did his best to ignore the exuberant Frenchman and sipped his beer halfheartedly.

"Ah~ but something iz wrong! What is it? You can tell your papa~"

Canada nearly jumped out of his skin at the man's exclamation and succeeded in dropping his beer onto the ground.

"Wah! No, no, nothing's wrong papa, I'm just... tired! Yes, that's it, tired..."

France moved closer to Canada, staring straight into his eyes and making him feel very uncomfortable.

"No. Something is wrong. You are lonely."

Canada let out a breathe he hadn't realized he had been holding. It seemed that France was just being a caring father... for once.

However it seemed that the Frenchman had more to say.

"I do not want you to be lonely no? I will keep you company~" Coming from anyone else those words would have been completely innocent but France's motives became clear as he slung an arm around the Canadian boy who flinched and stiffened his shoulders.

"U-um... France... What are you doing?" He asked, looking away.

"Why, I am keeping you company of course~" He purred, grabbing the boy's chin and making him look him in the eye.

It was then that Canada finally got a good look at France and realized that he was very, very drunk. Much drunker than he had previously thought.

Canada was suddenly very afraid of the intoxicated man before him. He knew that his "papa" had a reputation of being a perverted heart-breaker but he had never made any moves on his son... before now. With the amount of alcohol that the man had consumed it wasn't really surprising but Canada was worried about what the man could do.

"Mon cher..." he mumbled staring into Canada's violet eyes.

Canada tried to pull away but he was trapped in the other man's vice-like grip.

"P-papa, l-let go of me!" he pleaded but his words went unnoticed.

All of a sudden, France tangled his fingers in Canada's hair and pulled him into a deep kiss. He struggled and tried to get away but even in his drunken state the Frenchman managed to keep him still. Silently, tears fell down Canada's face as he sat there and was kissed mercilessly by France.

On the other side of the room Russia had finally stopped drinking and was speaking to his sister in Russian when he remembered that he had left Canada earlier without a word. He said goodbye to Ukraine and turned back towards the boy but froze in shock when he saw what had been going on.

The young nation had been pinned down by France who was at that moment kissing him very passionately. The worst part though, was that tears were streaming down Canada's face. As Russia watched, Canada let out a sob but France used the opportunity to shove his tongue down his throat.

It was this action that snapped Russia out of his trance and he was suddenly filled with rage. Why didn't anyone notice what was happening? It wasn't as if the room was empty, in fact it was the opposite, it was incredibly crowded. So why did no one try to stop it?

Getting out his pipe for the second time that night, Russia stormed over to France, koling all the way.

Without a second thought, he brought his pipe down on the Frenchman's head, knocking him out instantly.

Canada stared up at Russia with wide, watery eyes.

There was a moment of awkward silence that was finally broken by Russia.

"Canada... are you okay?"

There was a silence again in which Canada kept staring at Russia making him feel awkward. Suddenly and quite without warning, Canada jumped up and put his arms around Russia's waist, hugging him tight.

Russia looked down in surprise and realized that he was crying into his chest.

Awkwardly, Russia patted his head and let him cry. They stayed like that for five minutes before Canada began to pull away and Russia held his arms gently. "You will be okay now, da?"

Canada sniffed and wiped his eyes. "D-da..." He replied with a small smile.

Russia's eyes widened in surprise. There was something that was just so undeniably cute about Canada speaking in Russian. A blush dusted Russia's cheeks and before he could stop himself he had bent down and was kissing the Canadian.

His kiss was gentle and not at all insistent or commanding like France's had been and before he knew it, Canada had melted into the it. He knew that it was probably alcohol that had brought this on but all the same he found himself enjoying it and was disappointed when he pulled away.

When Russia pulled back from Canada he blushed and looked away. What had he just done? And yet... when he looked down into the Canadians eyes he felt a warmth inside him that he hadn't felt in a long time, but he had felt it before and he knew. He knew what it was.

"Canada... I think... I think I like you..." he murmured and looked into the boy's eyes and was shocked to see them fill with tears.

"Y-you don't mean that..." Canada whispered bitterly, looking away.

"What? Of course I mean it!" Assured Russia.

"No... you don't... your just saying that b-because your d-drunk and don't know what your saying!" The tears that had gathered up in Canada's eyes finally spilled as his voice broke. "I'm sorry." He murmured before breaking free of Russia's grip and running off.

"Canada, wait!" Russia called to the retreating figure before dashing after him.

Canada ran away from the party and through the open french doors and into the garden where he slumped down at the base of a tree letting the sobs wrack though his body. Russia didn't really care about him. He would forget him eventually just like everyone else... He should be used to it by now but no... this time it hurt more than usual...

Canada placed his head in his hands as he let out another sob.

"Canada!" he tensed. Had Russia followed him?

Russia broke through the undergrowth and spotted the sobbing nation.

"Canada, I'm sorry..." He murmured and put his hands around him "I shouldn't have kissed you without asking... but I do like you."

Canada flinched at his touch and looked up at the Russian man through his tears. "You don't really," he whispered. "you're just drunk."

"Nyet. I am not drunk. Da, I have been drinking but I am not drunk. I do like you."

Canada looked into the Russian's unblinking eyes. "Do you mean that?" he whispered in a barely audible voice.

"Da."

Canada smiled and relaxed in Russia's arms, feeling better than he had in... well, forever.

They stayed like that for a long time in comfortable silence before Russia finally asked a question that had been weighing on his mind the whole time.

"Canada?" He asked hesitantly.

"mmm?"

"Would you... be my boyfriend?"

A pause.

"Da."

And Russia smiled.

A/N- Aaaaaw, ain't that cute? Now about the last chapter, I realize I made some mistakes with the drinking laws buuuut... meh -shrugs-

Anyway, on the subject of this chapter, I was originally going to make it a little longer before they got together but I couldn't think of any more delays and you guys probably don't want to read another 3 chapters of filler now do you?

Now, about France being an jerk in this chapter... I'm sorry! But I do love making people assholes and I think that he is going to be the most understanding about Russia and Canada's relationship anyway so, yeah... eheh ^^;

Oh and I don't support America x Ukraine and that is not going to be in this fanfiction, sorry to disappoint you if you like that pairing.

Now I think that's pretty much everything covered on this chapter and I have to go now anyway because my dad is pretty pissed at the moment cause my bro fired one of those foam pellet guns at him when he was trying to get him to go to bed and now he wants me to go to bed so that's probably what I should do to avoid getting into trouble.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks to all those who reviewed my last chapter they made me so happeeeeey~

Please review this one as well, I love to hear your thoughts!

B'bye peeps!

~Tigress

**Edit- After an inspiring review from JoyHeart I realized that if I changed the word "love" to "like" then I can use some extra plot bunnies that were hopping around my head and have the relationship go at a better pace, so thanks for that review!

See people, reviews do help.