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"A-Are you certain?" Canada asked desperately hoping that Lithuania was joking. Besides it didn't sound right, right?

Lithuania nodded not changing his expression. He meant what he said, he really was serious.

Was a hug really that bad to Russia? He seemed to like it, how come he'd still be cruel to Canada, even after that?

"So, he didn't like the hug..."

"Oh no, he did... it's just that, he's always tortured his favourite. I'm not too sure why though"

Then, Russia came back downstairs smiling at the four men.

"Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Canada~" he said cheerfully.

"Y-Yes sir?" They all replied.

"I have a conference meeting tomorrow and I want to bring you all with me"

"T-That's great Mr. Russia!" Lithuania said faking a smile.

Yes, it was great. Perhaps I could be saved, I could talk to England, or America... maybe not America. America would most likely rub it in my face that I got captured. Yes, I'll talk to England for sure.

Canada was excited to see everyone, they'd help him out of this mess for sure.

Russia smirked and motioned his finger for Canada to come over. Russia must have seen Canada smiling, and probably knew he had a plan. It didn't take long for Canada's smile to fade though. He approached Russia nervously barely looking up at him, but his eyes stayed on him.

"Follow me" Russia said as he turned and walked through the hallway, Canada followed.

What is it now? Is he going to punish me again? Canada swallowed hard trying to assure himself it'll be alright, but that didn't help much when he realized they were heading to the room at the end of the hall. Canada stopped in place and froze. A-Again? He even does this sober! Canada stepped back a little, he did not want to have to go through with that again, especially not in the same day. Russia probably noticed Canada had stopped. He looked back at Canada strangely. He walked over to him and grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room forcefully as Canada yelped at the tight grasp. Russia closed the door behind him leaving the baltics behind to feel sorry for Canada. Russia let go of Canada and turned to look at him. Canada could not help but tremble as he stood there, staring back at the merciless Russian.

"Canada" Russia said with a smile, "I want you to do something for me, you will be cleaning outside my house... but" Russia headed to a closet in the room and pulled out a black maid dress, "Since you are my new favourite, you will be wearing this"

W-What!"

"Hmm?" Russia walked over to Canada a little too close for comfort, and stared down at him with a menacing grin, "Is there a problem Canada?"

Canada immediately shook his head knowing what might happen to him if he didn't agree to this. This was probably why Russia brought him into this room, to threaten him better into wearing the dress.

"Good"

Russia pushed the maid dress to Canada almost making Canada almost lose his balance at the strong push.

"Get changed in here" Russia said as he headed to the door.

Russia exited the room to leave Canada to change closing the door behind him shut.

Canada stared at his new clothes.

"He wants me to clean the outside of his house in this? Didn't Estonia and Latvia already clean the outside?" He complained as he dressed himself. It was possible that this was one of his ways of toying with Canada. So much abuse, and it hasn't even been a week yet.

Once Canada was dressed he exited the room and after grabbing the cleaning supplies he left the house. As soon as he got outside he hugged himself at the cold air. It was freezing, how was he going to clean the house without getting hypothermia? W-Well, might as well start.

Canada first started cleaning the door window; it didn't take long for the water to freeze on the window.

This is ridiculous! How does he expect me to do this? Canada let go f the wet cloth as soon as he felt his fingers starting to freeze to it. This was impossible, and not to mention embarrassing, but Canada was more focused on the cold than his self esteem. Still Canada tried to continue cleaning, but it only took five more minutes for him to start shivering with no control over it. I can't stand it out here...

Immediately, Canada burst into the house not even bothering to grab the cleaning supplies. Warm air, it was bliss.

"Done already?" Russia said.

Canada looked at him to see that he was sitting on the couch in the living room drinking vodka. He also noticed the baltics were not around, they must be sleeping. Canada stared at the vodka bottle a little worried. Is he trying to get drunk again?

"No... It's too cold to clean the house" Canada said answering Russia's question.

"It's always cold, might as well get used to it"

Canada focused on the vodka bottle. Did he intentionally get drunk, does he even know what he does when he's drunk? Russia looked at the vodka bottle noticing Canada was staring at it. He grinned.

"Do you want some?"

"N...No, thank you"

"Why not?"

"I've never tried vodka"

"Ah?" Russia got up from his seat and walked towards Canada. He held the bottle in front of Canada's face, "You will try it then Da?"

"u-uh, no thanks.. s-sir"

"Well, if you won't clean my house then you can drink this whole bottle, it's your choice"

Drink a whole bottle of vodka? How strong was that stuff? Canada really didn't want to get drunk, but anything seemed better than staying outside in the cold... in a maid dress. He took the bottle and cautiously put his mouth on the top. He took a small taste of it.

"EEH!" The taste, it was horrible, to him anyway.

Russia frowned. He took the bottle and grabbed Canada's jaw forcing him to open his mouth and he made him drink more of the horrid vodka. How did Russia take big gulps of this stuff and still keep a straight face? Everyone had different tastes, but Canada was more used to Canadian beer from his own country and the wine from France. Soon he started feeling dizzy, light headed and weird. The vodka was all gone. Russia let go of Canada and took the bottle away from his mouth. Canada hic'd a couple times.

It didn't take long for Canada to get drunk. He giggled a bit and rubbed his eyes.

"How do you feel? Better Da?"

"N-No, I'm feeling great *hic*I- I could do hopscotch for days~"

Russia laughed amused at Canada's condition.

"You're so easy to get drunk, I'm glad I made you my favourite"

"N...No" Canada said as he lazily pointed at Russia, "You made me, your favourite, c-cause I'm gay, alright hun?"

Russia chuckled.

"Y-You know what! You're growing more attractive by the second! Can I have more vadko?"

"Vodka" Russia laughed.

"W-Well, you know what! Fine be that way! If you're going to correct me like that you can just forget about Tuesdays!"

"What does Tuesday have to do with anything?"

"umm..."

Russia smiled childishly enjoying the sight of the drunken Canadian boy. He stepped back a bit and held out his arms. He wanted to see if Canada would do something else funny.

"Come Canada"

Canada's eyes grew and he pouted.

"Waaah! You're so unfair!"

"Do as I say"

"But... you're all the way over there..."

"eheh, Da, a meter is so hard to walk"

"No it's not, I'll show you..."

Canada wobbly took a step almost tripping over already. He took another step; this one was more balanced, but still wobbly. Soon enough, Canada burst into tears. Russia stared at him curiously. He walked over to Canada and lifted his chin. Canada stopped crying and stared at Russia's face.

"What's wrong, Canada? Can't do anything when you're drunk?"

"I-I can do anything..."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, and if I wasn't trapped in this house I could go back to my lonely life just as I am used to"

"...Lonely...?" Russia looked even more curious. He was interested to know more, "Why so lonely, Canada?"

"B...Because, no one notices I exist" Canada started crying once more. The vodka must have been causing his emotions to act out fully.

Russia did not smile at this information, but he was interested. He let go of Canada and pointed upstairs.

"Go to bed Canada"

Canada tried to walk to the stairs but barely moved before he fell forward on the floor.

He didn't get back up after; instead he hugged himself as his knees almost reached his chest. He only lay on the ground crying as if someone had killed his best friend.

Russia found this state he was in pathetic. He was so much more entertaining when he started out in his drunken state. Russia stood near Canada and tapped his back lightly with his boot.

"I'm not going to carry you to bed this time, get up"

Russia then realized something, no sounds, Canada wasn't crying anymore. He was asleep. All he heard was Canada's soft breathing. He groaned and picked up Canada and placed him over his shoulder. He headed for the couch and dropped Canada on his back on the longest couch.

"Awfully strange boy he is" Russia said to himself as he left the room turning off the lights and heading upstairs to his own room.

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