A/N- This is a day late isn't it... sorry ^^; But this time I do have a good excuse. It was my Birthday yesterday! Woo! Thirteen! -ahem- ANYway, I was originally going to finish this yesterday but I was a lot busier than I thought I'd be. I went to see 'Fiddler on the roof' because it's on at a theatre near where I live. It was brilliant, there was cossak Dancing and everything.

Yeah, so anyway, the show ended at half ten and by the time I got home it was eleven so I didn't really have much time to finish this... Didn't stop me from roleplaying 'till three in the morning though... w

Sorry, I got off topic there...

This chapter has an awful lot of dialogue and not much fluff though there is some at the end, though it's a little angsty... It is pretty important, and longer than usual too...

Okay, so now go ahead and read this! :D

Chapter 8- Phone calls and tears

Russia smiled as he nuzzled the top of Canada's head and chuckled inwardly when he blushed. The boy still wasn't very used to physical contact. Unsurprising really, considering how little attention he had been given as a child and every time he blushed Russia felt the urge to giggle. It was just too cute.

At that moment the two were sitting in the Canadian nation's sitting room watching a movie. It might have been some romantic comedy, Russia wasn't sure, he was too busy being distracted by how adorable the young man sitting on his lap was.

Canada let out a content sigh and leaned back against Russia's chest causing a light blush to dust the larger man's cheeks. It was really a very cute scene so Russia was rather upset when his phone rang, ruining the moment.

"I will be back in a moment, I just have to answer this." he said to Canada, who nodded and smiled.

Russia stepped into the hall and glanced down at the caller ID, not really taking in what it said. Then he stopped and took a good look at the text on the screen. 'Belarus.'

Russia gulped. Belarus was Russia's other sister. If Ukraine was good, nice and friendly, Belarus was the complete opposite. She was cold, spiteful and one of the few people in the world that Russia feared. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Belarus was completely and utterly obsessed with her brother, she even went as far as to ask him to marry her... every time they met. Russia knew his sister would take the news he was seeing someone very badly indeed (badly as in Canada should fear for his life badly) so he had tried his best to stay away from her in case she started stalking him and saw Canada. In fact he hadn't been home in ages. He wasn't missing much though. Just a cold and empty house, though he felt a little bad about making his sisters worry.

Keeping his relationship a secret from Belarus hadn't been to difficult so far, as she had been particularly busy with her country recently but now that she had dealt with her problems Russia got the feeling that his life was going to become a lot harder.

It was a good thing that Canada had never met Belarus before. Though he probably knew of her reputation, he didn't think he knew she was his sister otherwise he would probably be too scared to go out with him...

The phone let out another ring and Russia was jerked back to reality. His finger hovered above the buttons as he contemplated whether to answer or not. Eventually he decided that he would speak to his sister and without giving himself a chance to change his mind he rammed his thumb down on the green button.

"Privet?" he asked, bringing the phone up to his ear.

"Brother." Came the response in Russian. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in ages. We should get married to make up for the time we spent apart."

Instantly Russia broke into a nervous sweat. Why was his little sister so creepy?

"Um, no sister, I'm fine I don't need to get married."

"But you must. You will never be alone again. You know I love you, we should be married." When there was no response from her brother, Belarus went on. "I will get rid of anything separating us, stopping our love, just tell me what and I will dispose of i-"

"T-that's quite alright sister, I'm fine." Time for a quick change of subject. "So how have you been?"

"I have been well, my economy has been doing much better recently. Are you proud of me, brother?"

"Yes, good for you sister."

"How about you brother, are you well? what have you been doing?"

"Yes, I am fine. Until a few minutes ago I was watching a movie with a friend."

"A friend?" Russia could hear the sudden ice in his younger sister's tone and mentally kicked himself. Why did he tell her that?

"Yes... a friend."

"You will have to introduce us sometime. I do not believe that I have met any of your friends." The words were innocent enough but Russia shuddered at the dark malice behind her words.

"U-um y-yes, listen sister, I have to go now but it was nice talking to you. Goodbye"

"Brother I-"

-click-

Russia ended the call abruptly and placed the phone back in his pocket. God dammit, why was he so stupid? Why didn't he just say "nothing much" and and be done with it? Now she suspected something was up and would probably try to find him. Unless of course... something distracted her.

Quickly, Russia took his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number.

Three seconds later a cheery voice answered on the other end.

"Hello? Ukraine speaking."

"Privet sister, this is Russia..."

"Vanya~ It's good to hear from you, we haven't spoken in ages!"

"We spoke two days ago sister..."

"We did? Oh yeah, we did, sorry, but it just seems like so long~"

"Yeah... Listen, I need you to do me a favour, da?"

"Sure, whatever you want."

"Well, Belarus phoned earlier and I accidentally told her I was with a friend and now she's out to get him, so do you think you could keep her busy until she forgets about it?"

"Oh dear, yes I see what you mean, she does tend to overreact a bit... wait a friend? Who's the friend? You must introduce us! I'm so proud of you, little Ivan, finally making friends, is he nice?"

Russia shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other at his older sister's words. It is a terrible thing for your sister to be so excited about you having a friend, and Russia was a little offended at the 'finally', though he would never tell.

"Sister, I do have friends, it is not that uncommon. And you will keep her distracted, da? I do not want sister to hurt him for being my friend."

"Okay brother, I will, but who is your friend?"

"He is Canada. That boy you found in the snow all beaten up. You remember, da?"

"Oh him! Little Canada, he seemed nice, a little fragile though, I will keep Belarus away from him."

Russia smiled. "Thank you sister. I will go now, da?"

"Okay then Ivan, goodbye."

"Goodbye sister." said Russia, hanging up the phone. He stared at it for a moment before placing it back in his pocket and stepping back into the living room.

"Who was it?" asked Canada, turning around at the sound of his steps.

"My sister."

"You mean Ukraine?"

"Um...da..." said Russia. It was best if Canada didn't know the threat that Belarus posed, he might leave him... and he didn't want that. Not at all. After the fall of the Soviet Union his whole family had left him and it had torn him apart. Russia knew he was taking a risk by letting the Canadian into his life, he didn't know what he would do if he left... Though he wouldn't stop him if he tried.

As much as it hurt to let someone close to him walk away, it hurt even more to keep them against their will, watching as they slowly grew to hate you but not able to let them go. Russia had done it before, he wouldn't do it again. He saw how he had hurt them and had watched them crumble. He knew he had wronged them and was sorry but there was no way that they could forgive him and he could never ask it of them.

There was no way that Russia would do that to Canada. Sweet, innocent Canada, who loved the snow and was a kind as anyone could be, and yet was always forgotten. He just had to hope he wouldn't leave.

There were some things that Russia could do to keep Canada though. Keeping Belarus away, for one, also making sure he was happy... though that wasn't too hard. Since they had started dating Russia rarely saw the little Canadian with a frown. The happiness was catching too, and whenever Russia was near his boyfriend he was happy as well and the old, lonely memories were kept at bay...

"Russia?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. "You've been standing there for a while now, are you going to come and sit down?"

"Oh? Sorry Canada..." said Russia, going to sit next to the blonde. No sooner had he sat down, the phone rang again, but this time it was Canada's.

"Huh?" he asked, bemused. "Someone's phoning me?"

"Well it is your phone, so probably... you should answer it, da?"

"Oh, right." Said Canada, scrambling up and hurrying over to the phone. He picked up the Receiver and put it to his ear. "Hello?"

"!" Came the ear-splitting response and Canada had to hold the phone away from his face, in order to keep his hearing.

"W-what the hell?"

"Oh my goodness! You and Russia, I just about died when I heard, you two are just so cute together! A perfect seme-uke relationship!" Canada wasn't going to question what that was, but the voice on the other end of the line was beginning to sound very familiar.

"Hungary?"

"The one and only!"

"H-how the hell did you get my number? And who told you about me and Russia?"

"I heard from France, had to hunt down your number though, but omigosh you guys-"

"P-papa? How did he find out?"

"He said he saw you after the meeting- holding hands! Squeeee!"

Canada turned bright red at her words. Someone had seen him? And none other than his own father!

"He what? Why did he tell you?"

"Um, I'm not sure... early birthday present? Anyway, I'm writing my blog and I need to know everything about you two. So, first off; how did you two get together?"

"B-blog?" squeaked Canada, shocked.

"Well yes, I've got to know these things."

It was then that Russia decided to stand behind Canada, sensing his boyfriend's distress.

"Is everything alright Canada?" he asked, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Canada then had to hold the phone away from himself again, as Hungary let out another deafening shout.

"OH MY GOSH, HE'S THERE? What were you guys doing? Where you kissing? Please, say yes! Oh, oh, I have to write this down!"

"W-what? N-no we weren't doing anything like that, Hungary, please stop assuming things..."

"Hungary knows about us?" asked Russia, clearly puzzled.

Canada sighed. "Y-yes... apparently France saw us after the meeting and for some reason told Hungary."

"You mean he saw when I kissed you, da?"

"OMIGOSH YOU KISSED HIM AFTER THE MEETING, DAMMIT WHY COULDN'T I HAVE SEEN!"

"Ow..." groaned Canada, rubbing his ear.

"Apparently not then..." mumbled Russia to himself speaking into the phone. "Please refrain from shouting so loudly, you are hurting Canada's ears."

"Oh, right sorry... Hey Russia?"

"Da?"

"Can you leave the room for a moment, I need to have a talk with Canada, woman to woman."

"What? I'm a man!"

"I know that hun, but you are the uke in your relationship and therefore a woman, so send your boyfriend out the room and lets have a talk." said Hungary and Russia laughed. He could just picture Hungary's smug grin and Canada was steadily getting more and more embarrassed.

"I-I'm not a girl! And I'm probably not an uke... whatever that is..."

"Oh an uke is-"

"We don't really want to know, da?"

"Okay, okay. So Canada, you going to send him out or what?"

"Oh, um, okay... Russia can you leave please?" Canada asked.

"Da, I'll be nearby if you need me." Russia replied and stepped out the door.

As soon as she heard the door close Hungary spoke.

"Okay, so now he's gone, how did you meet? And when did you start dating?"

"Th-that's really none of your business, Hungary..."

"Aw, c'mon, tell me~ Please?"

"N-no."

"Aw, fine." she huffed. "Well, how about this: Have you made out yet? Have you 'done it?'"

"W-what? T-thats none of your business!"

"That means you have~"

"What? No. We haven't."

"Damn, that sucks. Oh well. How about this-"

"C-can you please stop with these questions?" asked Canada, bright red in the face.

"Okay, okay... I just have one more thing to ask. Don't worry, it's nothing personal. I just wanted to know... What are you going to do about Belarus?" Hungary asked, her tone suddenly serious.

"Belarus?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"Um, no... Care to tell me?"

"Okay, well... you know who Belarus is, right?"

"Um yes, she's a country... quite a viscous one..."

"And that she's Russia's younger sister?"

"She is?"

"Yes she is... also... she is very protective of him. She is obsessed with him and every time they meet she asks him to marry her, to be honest I think she scares him. She doesn't like people getting close to her brother, and if she even suspects someone of being his friend she gets pretty mad. Needless to say she won't react to you two dating well."

"R-really?" Squeaked Canada, worried.

"Yes. If Russia hasn't told you about her before I suggest you talk to him about it... And as for me telling you... Can I ask a weeny, personal question in return?"

"Hungary, I really don't think this is the time..."

"Yeah, I guess you're right... Well, I'd better go, I have a lot to do... See you around, Canada, look after Russia~"

"I will, bye." And with that he hung up.

"Alright, you can come back in, Russia" He called, placing the phone back on the hook.

"Okay, Canada~" said Russia, stepping into the room. Instantly he realized something was up. Canada was giving him a very strange look.

"Belarus." He said simply and Russia sighed, slumping down onto the couch.

"I suppose Hungary told you everything, da?" he asked wearily.

"Yes. She did... when were you going to tell me?"

"I wasn't going to."

There was a long silence in which Canada simply stared at Russia with hurt eyes.

"I suppose you are going to leave me now." Said Russia sadly, not meeting the smaller man's gaze.

"What? Why would I do that?" Asked Canada, shocked by his boyfriend's words.

"But she will hurt you if you stay with me, you do not want to get hurt. I do not want you to get hurt..."

"But I don't want to leave you!" Said Canada, his eyes filling with tears and his voice cracking.

"But she'll hurt you... torture you even..."

"So?" Shouted Canada and Russia was shocked by the anger in his voice. "Better that than to go back to how things were before... Back to when no-one noticed me, or remembered me. You stopped those things from mattering! You made me feel wanted, and special! And... and... I think I might be falling in love with you..." Russia's head jerked up. Canada had his head down. His hands were balled into fists at his side and he was trembling. As he watched, Russia saw a tear fall from his eye and fall to the ground.

Quickly, Russia got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around his lover. "You made such a stupid decision..." he whispered. "But I'm glad you did. I don't know what I'd do without you..."

A/N-I enjoyed writing Hungary, even if it was only over the phone. Can you tell?

Woo! Plot developments! I hope you liked that little confession at the end 3

Okay, so now that I am done editing this chapter I will go and edit the first chapter of a new fanfiction I am starting with Prussia and Canada. I have not decided whether or not it will be romance yet but I do know that it is going to be kind of angsty and set in a highschool AU. Don't worry, I'm not going to abandon this one, I will still try to update this weekly, the other one will only be every so often though. It depends what I feel like writing.

Okay that's all from me for now, see ya around peeps~

~Tigress