A/N- I'm not going to be updating every Wednesday anymore (Not that I managed it very well...) instead I am going to be updating at some point every two weeks because that's much easier, but there won't be a set day, other than at some point between my latest update and a fortnight afterwards. It's just easier like that.

Anyway~ I wrote the majority of this chapter at 1am in the morning after spending most of the day reading and now I feel ready to pass out, but I will update this before I go to bed because I love you that much :3

So without further ado, go ahead and read!

Warning: Nothing too bad but... arguments, I guess?

Chapter 13- Arguments

A bang like a gunshot echoed through the cold morning air, rousing a very tired Canadian from his slumber at his kitchen table and causing him to fall from his seat onto the floor. Canada had spent the previous night unable to get to sleep because of everything that had been said between him and his brother. If ever there was unrest between him and someone close to him, he spent ages worrying about it; he hated conflict. Eventually, in the middle of the night, after hours of tossing and turning he had headed downstairs and just stared into a space for a while, mulling over the day's events in his mind and after two hours of deep thought, had fallen asleep.

Groggily, the boy sat up and looked around blearily for the source of the noise that had woken him.

The bang came again and Canada hurriedly stood up as he realized it was someone knocking on his door. He ran a hand through his messy hair and slowly made his way over to the door, his steps still uneven in his sleep-deprived state.

The door banged again and he rushed over to open it, letting out a call so that whoever it was would know he was there. Canada wrenched the door open and he was greeted with the smug face of his brother and his former father wearing a... dressing gown...

"C-can I help you?" he asked hesitantly, still bemused by the fact that England was still in his pyjamas.

England stared back at him, equally dumbfounded, taking in his former colony's condition. His blonde hair was messy and unkept and his eyes were bloodshot and tired. There were bags under his eyes and the swollen bruise from the previous night showed more than ever upon his pale skin. A loose white nightshirt rested upon his shoulder's, clearly showing the bandages that successfully covered up the knife wound on his neck.

There was a silence in which each party stared at the other, though Canada's gaze was curious while England's was full of worry.

It was America who spoke first, answering his brother's question. "We came to be hero's!" he yelled, causing both Canada and England to cover their ears at his load voice. Canada's eyes narrowed. He may have been worrying about the argument between him and America the previous night, but for once he wasn't ready to forgive his idiot brother.

"What do you want, America." he asked bluntly, but the blonde's grin didn't drop and he remained oblivious to his brother's foul mood.

"We came to rescue you from Communism!" America shouted then burst out laughing, while England facepalmed.

Canada stared at his brother blankly for a second before slamming the door in his face.

America scratched his head, confused. "What is it with people and slamming doors on me today..." he mumbled to himself and England cuffed him over the head.

"Well that was tactful!" He scolded sarcastically, while America cringed. "Could you have read the mood any worse?"

"Ow~ Iggy! Why'd you hit me?" The American whined, covering his head with his hands.

"Because Canada was mad and you and you probably just made things a whole lot worse!" America was about to speak again but England cut across him. "So I'm going to get him to come out again and this time you are going to stay quiet." He continued raising his hand to knock in the door again.

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On the other side of the door Canada slumped down to the ground and looked around blearily, running a hand through his messy hair. A white bear wandered up to the slumped figure. "Who?" it asked uncertainly, nodding towards the door.

"That was England and America..." Said Canada tiredly, picking up his furry friend and standing up. The stare that Kumajiro was giving him seemed to still be asking for something so he continued. "They apparently came 'to be hero's' and to rescue me from Communism." He sighed. "I don't see why they can't just leave me alone and go back to ignoring me like usual, the only reason they're acting like this is because they don't like Russia." Canada slumped back against the door and groaned half-heartedly. "I dunno Kumajiro, sometimes I think that they only care about me when they risk losing control over me, and don't care about my happiness at all."

Kumajiro lifted his snout towards his master's face. "Who are you again?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

Canada sighed. "I'm Canada, the person who feeds yo-" He was cut off by the sound of a hesitant knock on the door and the voice of his father.

"Lad? Can I come in a minute?"

For a moment the Canadian considered not letting the man in, but his good host instinct took over and he placed the bear on the ground and opened the door. "I guess..." he murmured, swinging the door open and letting his father enter. America followed, but received a dirty glare from the young blonde as he passed.

Once both men had passed through the door, Canada closed it firmly and followed them into the living room where he took a seat in an armchair across from the sofa they had chosen to sit on.

"W-would you like something to drink?" He offered hesitantly, wringing his hands in his lap, nervously.

America opened his mouth, looking like he was going to agree but England shook his head and he closed it again. It was then that England chose to speak.

"So... Alfred tells me that you're dating Russia..." he said awkwardly, and Canada tensed. So that was why they were here.

Cautiously he nodded. "Yes, I am." He said curtly, instantly on his guard. "What's it to you?"

England flinched at his son's harsh tone but continued, determined to get to the bottom of what was going on. "Well... We- that is, me and Alfred, think that this isn't the best idea..." Canada glared at him and England winced. He didn't want to get into the bad books of his son. "Well, I mean, Russia doesn't have the best reputation and... we both feel that it would be better if you stopped seeing him." He finished hurriedly.

Canada was annoyed to say the least. He was sick and tired of his family thinking that they could ignore him for most of his life then swoop in and take away the only thing that had gone right for him in years. Hurriedly he swallowed his anger. What kind of son and host would he be to get angry at his guests?

Calmly he stared at his brother and father, trying to deal with his inner emotions. Anyone who knew him well would've noticed the anger growing in his eyes but his family seemed oblivious. Carefully, Canada took a few deep breaths and looked his former father in the eye. "I don't know what Alfred has told you," he began, "But I am perfectly happy in my relationship with Russia and he has never once tried to harm me so I would appreciate it if-" but before he could finish he was interrupted by his brother, jumping up from his seat and shouting across the table.

"That's not true! Yesterday you said he pushed you into a wall, and that's how you got the bruise on your face!"

England quickly yanked the American back down onto the sofa frowning at him for shouting, before turning to his Canadian son. "Is this true?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in worry giving him an angry look.

For a moment Canada fumbled, wondering what to say, before settling on the truth. "Yes. Yes he did, but he was trying to protect me!"

From his end of the couch America coughed into his hand, making a sound that sounded a lot like 'bullshit'. Canada shot him a glare. His brother was being a downright pig but thankfully England seemed to be ignoring him.

"So what was he protecting you from?" England asked, liking the situation between his two sons less and less as time when on but he was determined to get to the bottom of what was going on so he pressed on.

"H-he was protecting me from his sister..." Canada said, beginning to feel awkward. He had never had the best relationship with his father, so most conversations between them seemed embarrassing.

America coughed once again, this time making a much more audible noise that sounded a lot like 'no proof'.

"I do too have proof!"Canada snapped, beginning to lose his temper with his brother. Without thinking, he grabbed the gauze wrapped around his neck and pulled it down, displaying the still raw wound to his brother and father. "See! Is that enough proof for you?" He snapped, sufficiently humbling his brother.

"Bloody Hell!" England shouted, deciding it was his turn to jump up from the couch. Quickly he stumbled over to his son, brushing back his strawberry-blonde hair to examine the deep cut that stretched from his jaw to his collar bone. "Just what did she do to you?" He asked frantically. Despite the fast healing powers of the nations, the cut was still an ugly salmon pink in colour, with patches of scabbed blood in places that were deeper than others. The bandage that Canada had torn off was stained a dark red pretty much everywhere, clearly showing how bad the wound had been. "Why did she do it?"

Canada tried to back away from the suddenly fussing nation but didn't succeed and was forced to endure the frantic questioning of his father.

"Why did she do it?" he pressed again and Canada gave in. It wasn't like it was a secret.

"Belarus has a creepy fascination with Russia. When she found out about him and me, she was really angry and since she didn't manage to kill me last time she will probably try again..."

"But if you stopped seeing Russia then she'd leave you alone?" America suddenly interjected.

"Well, probably but I don't see-"

"Stop dating him." The words, for once, didn't come from America but from England, causing Canada to do a double take.

"What?" He asked, outraged.

"I said stop dating him." The Englishman continued, his expression suddenly angry.

"I thought we established that I wasn't being abused, or taken advantage of, or whatever the hell you thought!" Canada shouted, his voice raising in volume.

"Yes, but think for a minute, you git! The only reason you got hurt so badly, probably almost died, is because you're seeing him! You're still in danger and the only reason for that is because you're dating him, so I'm afraid I can't- won't let you endanger your life like that." The Brit was panting after his sudden outburst and Canada felt his eyes tear up.

"I thought you, at least, would understand!" He cried, a sob escaping his lips.

"I'm sorry lad, but it's the only way..." said England sadly, placing a comforting hand on his Canadian son's shoulder which was immediately shrugged off as Canada looked up at him with fire in his eyes.

"I won't." He said bluntly, glaring at his father.

"Canada, don't be like that! You're endangering your life!" England tried to reason, but Canada wouldn't listen.

"I don't care!" He said stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest.

"Well now you're just being selfish!" The Englishman continued. "We don't want to see you dead!"

"So you'd rather I was miserable? And who's to say I'd end up dead? I think I'll take my chances."

America watched the two members of his family argue back and forth, smiling slightly. Yes, Canada was probably going to be annoyed but there was no way he could win this argument and in the end he would thank them for saving him from Communists.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, causing the argument between the two nations to cease. Both of them were breathing heavily and glaring at the other, neither wanting to back down. Canada had always been the well behaved one for England, always doing as he was told and sitting quietly in a tree, reading, instead of mucking about with his brother, so it came as a shock to him that he could argue so effectively. However, now there was someone at the door, interrupting their 'discussion'. With a silent glare and no words, Canada stormed over to the door and wrenched it open, to reveal Russia and his older sister, Ukraine.

"Privet Matvey!" Russia smiled, "Ukraine found out this morning and wanted to see you... again..." He trailed off, finally taking in the scene before him. Canada was standing before him, an angry expression on his face, then softened ever so slightly as their gazes met. Behind him stood England and America, both looking annoyed at his presence. Clearly they had been arguing. "Is this a bad ti-" Russia began but was cut off as Canada reached up, grabbed the end of his scarf and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

A/N- Is that a cliffhanger? I do believe it is! Wow, guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter, huh?

Canada: You realize cliffhangers mean you should update on time so as not to be mean, right?

… do I have to?

Canada: Yes.

Fine, I'll have an update in time. Happy now?

Canada: Oui!

Hhhm... I don't think there's anything to translate other than Privet (hello in Russian). Oh and if this chapter's written badly, I apologise, it's now 2:30am and I'm tired~ -passes out- Nah, I'm kidding, I'm good for a while, though I should probably sleep...

Now, there is something that I have been meaning to mention since I started writing this but haven't because I'm a scatterbrain, but here it is now. I am British and may use words only commonly found in Britain without realizing it so if you're from somewhere else and I starting spewing words like 'Brolly' (heaven forbid, thats the kind of thing my Grandma says) then just ask me what they mean, 'kay?

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