A/N: Sorry this is a little late, I was going to finish it yesterday but I got a headache and hadn't the foggiest idea how to write a date, but I eventually found a way that worked after re-writing it twice, just don't expect me to write too many, as they are hard as hell, especially first ones. So. Awkward. And. Hard. To. Write. Also, just in case you hadn't looked I made a couple of changes to the last chapter after the first day I submitted it, nothing too major, Russia just didn't say 'I love you' to Canada. M'kay?

I just realized, I have never put a disclaimer on any of these things... I don't think I particularly need to as this is posted on and that is a disclaimer in itself but whatever: I don't own Hetalia. Happy now? That counts for all the other chapters as well, If I suddenly owned Hetalia I would tell you.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter! Oh and fail title is fail.

Italics= flashback

Chapter 6: Kept to myself

Canada woke up the next morning and smiled for some reason he couldn't quite recall. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to remember what he should do that day. It was then that the previous nights events.

Canada and Russia sat in silence for the best part of an hour, content with each others company. Eventually Canada stood up and stretched, looking down at Russia with a smile. He had finally found someone who cared about him.

"Hey Russia?" he asked.

"Da?"

"I'm gonna rejoin the party, before someone starts to wonder where I am."

"Okay, Canada~"

Canada gave Russia a quick hug and skipped back to the party in high spirits. Normally neither would have dared hug the other but several bottles of alcohol had taken its toll on their inhibitions.

Less than ten seconds after re-entering the party, Canada was ambushed by his hysterical papa, who had been brought to his senses by the whack Russia had given him on his head and was now doing his best to apologize to his son.

"Canada, I am so sorry! Je suis désolé! Je suis désolé!" He wailed, grabbing onto Canada's hoodie.

"A-ah, papa, it's fine... I-I'm okay... No hard feelings, eh..." He mumbled, trying to get the Frenchman to let go of him.

France seemed to relax at this but didn't let go of Canada. "You are alright, oui?"

"Y-yes papa, I'm fine." He assured him.

"Merci dieu..."The older man murmured to himself. "So, everything is forgiven, oui?"

"Y-yes."

"Ah, that is good... just one question though... Who hit me?"

Canada looked away from France's blue eyes and mumbled something the Frenchman couldn't hear.

"Pardon?"

"I said it was... Russia..." he said blushing a tiny bit.

"Oh? Why?"

"U-um I d-don't know..."

France gave the boy a strange look but said nothing, instead he patted Canada on the back, apologized again and said goodbye before heading off.

It was not long after that Russia chose to re-enter the room and Canada's heart skipped a beat. What if Russia had already forgotten about him? Canada's feared seemed to be realized when Russia didn't walk over to him and instead went and fetched himself another bottle of vodka.

For the next hour, Canada's eyes never once left Russia. He watched as he wandered about the room, occasionally talking to his sisters but never once going over to speak to Canada.

Eventually Canada gave up hope. Clearly Russia had forgotten all about him and had better things to do than comfort a nation who was so unnoticed he might as well be invisible. Canada felt tears fill his eyes. Once... just once he wanted someone to care about him, to make him feel loved but... it seemed that that was too much to ask.

Canada could feel his eyes water, so he put his head in his hands and let the tears fall. He got up from his seat and made his way over to the door, having decided that he was ready to go home. He placed his hand on the door handle and was about to open it when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and lavender eyes met violet. He stared up into the eyes of Russia, who smiled at him and slipped a piece of paper into his hand.

"I will see you tomorrow, da?" he said, still smiling.

Canada nodded. "Yes." he said breathlessly, smiling back through his tears. Russia wiped away his tears and planted a kiss on his head and murmured "I won't forget you..." in his ear. Canada blushed and looked up and Russia smiling. "Thank you..." he whispered before turning and rushing out the door.

As he drove back to his house, Canada looked down at the note Russia had given him. On the note were four sentences:

Canada,

Meet me at the park near your house tomorrow at noon, da?

I won't forget you, and don't think that I only kissed you tonight because I was drunk. I do care about you.

Russia.

P.S. Don't tell your family we are together, they won't like it.

When Canada read this note three things went through his head. The first was: He does care about me!

The second was: Holy shit, he's right, my family is gonna hate this...

And the third was: He even writes 'da' in his letters?

It was then that the traffic light turned green and Canada had to return his attention back to the road but deep down he felt happier than he had in years.

When Canada got home he patted Kumajiro on the head, placed his note and glasses on his bedside table and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Canada's smile got even wider the final details of last night clicked into place. Without a second thought he jumped out of bed and went over to his wardrobe. After staring at his garments blankly for about five minutes he finally picked out his best hoodie with the maple leaf on it and some blue jeans. Canada quickly brushed his hair and took a look in the mirror. He didn't look as good as he could, but he definitely looked better than usual he decided with a smile. Briefly looking at the clock Canada realized with a jolt that it was already 11 o'clock. How long had he been asleep anyway? If he left then and there then he would be half an hour early for his 'date' but Canada was a nation who prided himself on being punctual so he grabbed his coat and was about to open the door when he felt something grab onto his trouser leg.

"I coming too." came a voice and Canada looked down to see his little polar bear looking up at him with a disgruntled look on his face.

"I'm sorry Kuma, but I can't take you with me today." He said, bending down to pat his bear's head.

"No! I coming!" Growled Kumajiro and Canada sighed, why today of all days?

"Look, I can't take you, okay? Now stop being difficult!"

Kumajiro growled. "Take me or I eat all your socks." the bear snapped, nearly biting the Canadian.

Canada sighed at this as he knew it was no empty threat. The last time Kumajiro had demanded to go out and Canada hadn't let him he had gone on a rampage through the house, eating every pair of socks he could find. In the end Canada had had to pay $40 to rebuy them all.

"Don't think I won't." warned the bear, fixing Canada with a deathly glare.

"..."

"I mean i-"

"Okay! Okay! You can come with me but you can't be a nuisance okay?"

Kumajiro did his best to smile when his friend said this and looked up at his master, an innocent expression on his face.

"Now we go?" He asked.

"Yes, yes, let's go then." Sighed Canada, feeling annoyed that he was being bossed about by a bear. He picked up Kumajiro and together they walked down to the local park. He picked a bench and from there he silently sat and watched the world go by, Kumajiro curled up at his side. It was a beautiful day. It had snowed a little in the night so there was a fresh blanket of it on the ground, bathing the world in it's soft white glow. There were a few birds about chirping in the trees and the winter sun was shining down through the trees. A beautiful winter day.

Canada stayed sitting on that bench for several minutes, just admiring the beauty of winter until the familiar figure of Russia appeared at the side of the green. Quickly Canada jumped up from his seat and walked over to him, a smile fixed on his face and Kumajiro in his arms.

"Canada~" he smiled when he noticed the small nation and Canada smiled back. He quickened his pace and in a matter of seconds was standing beside the taller man.

For a moment they stood in awkward silence before Kumajiro spoke up.

"Lunch." he said bluntly, staring up at Canada.

"Canada?" asked Russia uncertainly giving the bear a strange look.

"Hmm?"

"Why did you bring the bear?"

Canada blushed, embarrassed at the fact that he had let his pet get the better of him.

"Well... he kind of... threatened to eat my socks..."

There was a silence where Russia looked down at Canada before giggling.

"The bear was going to eat Canada's socks?" he said, still giggling and Canada went even redder.

"H-hey, he's done it before! I wasn't taking any chances, and s-stop laughing at me!" Canada exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Da, da, I am sorry for laughing." smiled Russia and just like that all the awkwardness that had developed between them evaporated and the two happily went to find a good cafe to have lunch in.

Over lunch Russia and Canada chatted happily about things that had happened to them recently and joked about the other countries happily. It was only when Canada told Russia a story about America that a thought struck him; How was he going to keep his relationship with Russia a secret from his family? Sure they didn't notice him much but he couldn't keep the secret forever. Would it be better just to tell them and get it over with?

Russia, noticing Canada's sudden pause waved a hand in front of his face.

"Canada?" he asked, snapping the smaller nation out of his daze.

"Huh? Oh, sorrry..." he mumbled and when Russia gave him a look he continued, "I was just thinking..."

"Hhm?" Russia pressed, inviting Canada to tell him his thoughts.

"W-well... you know how in your note, you told me not to tell my family about us?"

"Yes?"

"W-well I think that I should tell someone... y'know just to get it over with... Alfred maybe... What do you think?"

Russia frowned. He wanted to have this adorable boy to himself with no distractions and with nothing to stand in the way... but it might be worth it just to see the American's reaction... He shook his head to clear it of those thoughts, he didn't want to use his new boyfriend as a way to annoy America.

"I do not think that that is such a good idea... You should tell him eventually but... I want to keep you to myself for a while da?" he finished with a smile and Canada's face lit up.

"Da!" he giggled and slipped his small hand into that of the larger man's. Russia blushed and smiled. Yes, he definitely wanted to keep this boy to himself.

A/N- Don't ask about Kumajiro... just... don't, I enjoy writing him. Sorry if Russia seems out of character, I'm just not to sure how he would react to stuff ^^;. Anyways, that was the chapter, I hope you liked it!

I feel that I haven't been writing very well recently but I promise to write better from now on!

I had something to say here, but I forgot, so I'll just go read another fanfiction now and sleep and stuff 'cus I'm a little under the weather again but nothing to major.

As always, please review, it gives me such motivation, and thanks for your lovely comments on my last chapter!

~Tigress

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