A/N- Oh my god. Is this? I think it is! AN UPDATE ON TIME! Fweeeeeeeee! ...um, don't ask what that noise was... just don't.

Anyway, here be the chapter, sorry if it's a little dialogue heavy but I hope you like it!

Lotsa drama in this one!

Warning: Lotsa swears, but they're censored. Oh and if you don't want me to censor them, just tell me and I'll stop.

Here's the chapter!

Chapter 11- What's my name?

Canada didn't let go of Russia's hand all the way back home, for fear that he would go away. It wasn't very convenient as Russia was trying to drive but he didn't mind; he found it cute.

Eventually they arrived back at the Canadian's house, and he rummaged in his pockets for his key. His placed it in the door but to his surprise found it unlocked. Strange. He was sure he had locked it. Canada shrugged, it was probably nothing. He swung the door open letting Russia in first before following.

Canada yawned. It had been an exhausting day and all he wanted to do was go to bed.

"You are tired, da?" Russia asked, cocking his head to one side and smiling down at Canada.

"Yeah a bit, but it's nothing I can't handle." He shrugged before yawning again.

"You should get some sleep." Said Russia, his voice riddled with concern. "You had a rough day."

"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Canada said, a small smile on his face. "I-I will see you tomorrow, right?"

"Of course Canada, I'll be back." Russia smiled and, after a moments hesitation, cupped the boy's face in his hands and slowly brought his face closer to his.

Canada's eyes grew wide and he felt his cheeks grow warm but he made no attempt to stop him, instead he let himself be guided. Their lips were only inches apart when a door banging open interrupted them.

"Bro, about today, I'm sor- What. The. F*ck?" There in the doorway stood America, a disgusted expression on his usually grinning face. "Commie bastard!" he yelled, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing to my brother?"

Canada felt his face heat up in embarrassment and he bent his head forward making his hair cover his face as if to create a barrier between him and his brother. The blonde stepped back a little, behind Russia, his face still half in shadow. He was still hurt from how America had treated him earlier and didn't want to talk to him.

America hadn't noticed how his brother was reacting and was still glaring at Russia, who easily returned his gaze, with an equally angry one. He hadn't forgotten what he had done earlier either.

"Answer my question, Just what the f*ck were you doing?"

Russia narrowed his eyes but then put on creepy grin. "I was being nice to Canada, da?"

"Being nice my ass! You were f*cking molesting him!" America shouted, stepping right up to Russia and staring him straight in the eye. It was supposed to be intimidating but the overall effect was ruined by the fact that the American only came up to the Russian's shoulder and Russia kept the same creepy grin on his face the whole time.

"It is not molesting if he enjoyed it, da?" Russia grinned and Canada just about died on the spot. Couldn't he have phrased it a little better? He could see a vein pulsing in his brother's forehead.

"YOU F*CKING BASTARD!" America screamed grabbing the front of Russia's coat. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY BROTHER!"

For a moment Russia was surprised but then he smiled again. America was making a lot of amusing faces and there was no way he could hurt him as they were, though he seemed to have his heart set on it.

It was then that Canada decided to speak up. "B-brother!" he said, still behind Russia. "L-let him go! He didn't do anything wrong!"

America turned to his brother, fire in his eyes. "HE DID EVERYTHING WRONG!" Canada flinched. Why did America have to be like this? Why did he have to care about him now of all times? Couldn't he just have a normal brother?

Canada sighed. There was no point asking these things because he knew he'd never understand his brother but, if he wanted to get through that thick skull of his he would have to grow a backbone. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak. "America. He didn't do anything wrong, anything he did, I let him do."

America fixed his brother with an unamused stare. "Y'see bro, that's your problem. You shouldn't let him walk all over you! He did everything wrong. Looking at you was his first mistake, but don't worry bro, I'll be your hero and save you from the Commie bastard!" And with that, America did something that neither Russia nor Canada expected him to do. He balled up his fist and without a moments hesitation, punched Russia square in the nose. There was a sickening crunch as fist met bone and both Canada and Russia gasped. Only America seemed unaffected as he wiped a speck of blood off his knuckles, grinning.

There was a moments silence until suddenly, "What. The. Hell. Alfred?"

America turned to his brother, expecting to see him thankful, but instead saw him filled with rage. Behind him, he could here Russia's signature "kol kol kol" but he wasn't paying attention to that. Instead, he was focusing on the anger in his brother's eyes.

"Why did you do that to him?" Canada asked, staring his brother down. For a moment America was taken aback but he soon decided his brother just needed some sense talked into him.

"I was your hero and saved you from the Commie!" America laughed. "You can't let people take advantage of you like that, I saved you this time but you'd better make sure it doesn't happen agai-"

"He wasn't taking advantage of me you ass, he's my boyfriend!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Canada regretted them, clamping his hands over his lips in a vain attempt at getting the words to return. Quickly, he blushed and backed back behind Russia.

America blinked stupidly as his brain tried to process what had just been said. There was a pregnant pause, in which the only sound was Russia popping his broken nose back into place. It wasn't the first time it had been broken so he knew what to do, and he didn't mind the pain so much, after all, he was used to it.

America opened his mouth to speak and Canada flinched, expecting a shout of rage but instead the voice was calm, eerily so. "C-could you repeat that bro?" he asked, a dazed expression on his face.

"I said he's m-my b-boyfriend." Canada squeaked, backing even further away.

"No." said America in a low voice and Canada's head shot up to stare at his brother.

"W-what did you say?"

"I. said. no." America deliberately kept his face blank but you could see cold anger in his eyes.

"What do you mean no?" Russia asked, staring at America as well, ignoring the blood dripping from his nose.

"I MEAN NO! I WILL NOT LET MY BROTHER DATE SOME COMMIE BASTARD!" The blonde nation shouted, his face turning bright red.

"I think that Canada can make his own decisions, da?" Russia said as his smile faded into a frown. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulled him in close, staring defiantly at America and making Canada blush a little.

America's face darkened and he stormed over to the two, mumbling profanities under his breath. Without a moments hesitation, he reached forward, grabbed onto his brother's hand and pulled him out of Russia's arms, making the boy squeak in protest.

"A-Al, let me go, I'm fine. Y-you can't try to control my life like this, let go!" It was then that Russia decided to grab on to Canada's other arm in an attempt at getting him to stay.

"You should do as your brother says." he said to America coldly.

"Get your filthy hands off my brother." He hissed in response, walking to the far side of the room and pulling the blonde with him where he finally let go and turned to face his brother.

"What the hell do you think you're doing bro?" he asked, shaking his shoulders.

Canada pushed his brother away and stepped back, looking annoyed.

"No, what do you think you're doing?"

"Easy, I'm sav-"

"You don't own me, you never have, so why do you insist on acting like it? Let me do what I want! Let me be with who I want!"

America sighed. "Okay fine, I'll let you date who you want."

Canada's eyes lit up. "R-really? Thank you bro-"

"-As long as it's not Russia, or anyone else who I hate."

"Alfred, you can't-"

"Oh, guess that means you should send him out now then, right bro?" America butted in, turning Canada around and pushing him in Russia's direction. Quickly, the blonde turned back around and glared at his brother.

"Why?" he asked, "Why don't you just leave us alone, this has nothing to do with you! Just be happy that I finally found someone!"

"I can't be happy, not when you're with him!"

"Well, why not!"

"Because... Because he's just using you to hurt me!" America blurted out. Canada gasped. He shook his head. No, no that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. "Look, I'm sorry bro, but it's true. He's trying to hurt me and he doesn't care what happens to you-"

"SHUT UP!" America gasped. He had never heard his brother shout before. "W-why does everything always have to be about YOU! Just a-accept that for once someone cares about me for m-me!" Canada's hands were shaking and his vision was tinted red. He had never felt so angry before but still tears poured down his cheeks.

"I won't accept it because I know I'm right!"

"W-well, what makes you so sure, eh? What makes you right?" Canada stepped forward and looked up into his brother's eyes and for the first time since coming to his brother's house, America saw his brother's face in the light.

"Where did you get that bruise?" he said darkly, reaching forward and gently brushing his brother's face. Canada flinched away from his touch and hid his face with his hair. "It was him wasn't it?"

Canada sighed, he couldn't lie to his brother. "Yes." he sighed. "It was, but he didn't mean to he was trying to protect me-"

"PROTECT YOU? It sounds more like he's trying to f*cking kill you! That's it, I'm going to break his face in!" America shouted, beginning to storm off towards the Russian who was looking bemused by the entire scene, but Canada grabbed his arm and spun him back around.

"Would you just listen? Belarus found out about us and tried to kill me but Russia pushed me out the way. That's how I got the bruise."

"God-dammit bro, you're so blind! This is all part of his plan! He's trying to convince you he's the good guy, but I bet it's all just some twisted scheme to make you 'become one with Mother Russia'."

"I'm the blind one? I'm the blind one? This morning you didn't remember who I f*cking was! You never see me! I'm always there but you never. Ever. NOTICE! You don't care about me, the only reason you're making a fuss about this is because it's Russia!"

"Hey I do notice you and I do care!" America insisted.

"Then why did you forget me this morning!" Canada cried, tearing welling up at the edges of his eyes.

America stared at his brother, taken aback. This wasn't what he wanted, all he wanted was for his brother to be safe and happy. He had no idea his little 'joke' earlier affected him so badly. Sure he forgot his brother a little- okay a lot, but it wasn't as if he was alone. Right?

"Answer me!"

"I-I didn't forget you... it was a joke..." he mumbled, looking away in shame.

'A joke?' Canada burst into tears. He had been so hurt that morning he felt like dying and now he was told it was just for fun?

"B-bro? What's wrong? Look, I'm sorry about this morning but I honestly didn't expect you to be hurt like that! Tell me what's wrong, please!"

Canada sniffed. "A-Alfed because of your little j-joke, I felt like d-dying this morning and it's also the reason... I got stabbed, because I didn't want to f-face you..."

America did a double take. "You got STABBED?" he shouted. "WHEN?"

"Um... this afternoon... by Belarus..."

"So it's that Commie's fault, I'll kill him!"

Canada could feel anger bubbling through his veins. He had just told America what his life was like, something he hadn't been able to do for over a hundred years and all he could care about was getting revenge on his boyfriend for doing nothing wrong. All of a sudden the blonde nation saw red and he turned his brother to face him. "You don't care do you? I just told you how f*cking lonely I feel almost all the time and all you care about is getting revenge on Russia who did nothing! You asshole! You don't care at all and you do forget me! All the time!"

"I do too care, that's why I'm doing this! And I do not forget you!" America said, getting all defensive.

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you said my name?" Canada retorted, folding his arms.

"Um... it was... uh... Well, I don't remember when but I know your name... it's... Canada, right?"

"I meant my real name, Alfred."

"Oh, uuuum... I can do that too! … Your name is... Michael?... no, that's not right... erm... Mikey? William?" America began listing off random names and with every wrong guess, Canada could feel his heart tearing in two. Eventually after thirteen wrong guesses the small man snapped.

"MY NAME IS MATTHEW WILLIAMS!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face, his voice becoming hysterical. "WHY CAN NO ONE REMEMBER! I HAVENT HEARD SOMEONE SAY MY NAME IN DECADES! AND... and...It's j-just been s-so long... so l-long since someone said it, I almost forgot my own n-n-name..."

"I-I'm sorry bro... I d-didn't know... I-"

"Please..." Canada choked, "Just leave me alone."

It was then that Russia decided he's seen enough. He strode over to his lover who was now sobbing on the floor and wrapped his arms around the boy, cradling him in his embrace.

"Hey! Get away from my brother-" America began but was cut off my the look of pure poison Russia shot at him.

"I think you have done enough, da? You should get out of Canada's house." For a moment it looked like he was going to protest, but after surveying the scene one last time he sighed. "I'm sorry bro..." he whispered, before shooting Russia a dirty look and striding out the door.

Canada lay in Russia's arms sobbing his heart out and leaving his coat wet, eventually pulling himself together enough to murmur a thank you to the Russian man. Russia smiled down at the boy in his arms and wordlessly gave him a hug that he gratefully returned.

"U-um Russia?" Canada asked, through his remaining tears.

"Da?"

"C-could you say my name? Please?"

"Of course." Russia smiled. "Mattvyew... Matvwe? Matvey?" He said, having difficulty with the pronunciation.

Canada giggled weakly. "Matvey, is good enough for me." He smiled. "Thankyou Russia."

"-Ivan" Russia corrected him, before pulling Canada into a searing kiss.

A/N- ;w; You guys... You guys ROCK! I love you ALL! Each and every one of you! Because guess what? I HAVE 50 REVIEWS! WOO! -opens champagne- ...uh on second thought, I'm a little young to drink...

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, sorry it was almost ALL dialogue, but I needed to get this argument out of the way ^^;

Poor Canada's had a rubbish day, but oh well, maybe tomorrow will be better! ~The sun'll come out~ Tomorrow~

Canada: are you sure you didn't drink any of that champagne?

Yes, quite sure, now be quiet.

Canada: m'kay.

Right anyway, Hope ya liked that and stuff and... you all rock for getting me up to 50 reviews! Please keep reviewing, maybe one day I can get up to 100, le gasp!

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