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The minutes turned to hours as Canada sat on the couch pondering about everything that's happened.

Russia's cruel... but he drinks, maybe to drown his sorrows? But what could be troubling him?

Canada lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. He didn't understand why he was so concerned about Russia. He could try to figure out Russia all he wanted, but what good would that do? He felt as if he was wasting his time with this, but, maybe if he got to know Russia a little more, he could bring out the good he knows that exists in him. After all, a true evil man would have just left someone like Canada out on the battle field to die to suffer in pain or perhaps just kill him right there. Russia saved me from death, I know there's some good in him. Just then the words Russia said that day he saved him came back.

"Such a beautiful boy" Canada blushed. Why did he say that? It was a pretty odd thing to say at the time.

There has to be a reason why he acts the way he does, I have to figure it out. Canada thought long and hard, maybe it was because of something that happened to him in the past, maybe someone or maybe more than just one person had mistreated him, maybe it was an event of some sort. Whatever Canada thought of he just couldn't quite put the pieces together.

Suddenly, the door swung open. The baltics, who were chatting in the kitchen the whole time, stayed there, trying to hide. Canada immediately sat up, his heart pounding in his chest from the fear of what Russia might do to him this time. The boot steps began as Russia made his way down the hall slowly.

Be brave, you can do this Canada wanted to try and talk to Russia in his drunken state, though that was probably the worst idea he had ever come up with, it was worth a try. Maybe he could get Russia to calm down. Canada got off the couch and slowly approached Russia with caution. He stopped as soon as he spotted the baltics trying to tell him 'no don't do it' making hand signals or whatever it was they were doing. Canada was determined though, he had to get Russia to listen to him, even if he was drunk.

"...Mr. R-Russia?"

Russia stopped where he was. Canada stepped a little closer taking small baby steps at a time.

Russia straightened himself as he turned his head to look at Canada. His eyes were narrowed and his expression was bone chilling, but Canada only stepped closer until he was right in front of him.

Russia's expression did not change as he stared down at Canada.

"Mr. Russia? Are you ok?" Canada asked nervously.

Russia's glare did not fade. He reached in his coat and pulled out the vodka bottle he took with him. He then took a big swig of the vodka, but his expression changed from angry to angrier. What was his problem? Why is he so mad at me? It seems that ever since I said his human name he's been more than pissed off at me, but...

"Say my name again, Canada" Russia said before looking away and taking another mouthful of vodka.

...Then, he says that... if he hates it so much then why does he want me to say it?

"Ivan..." Canada answered.

Canada just stared confused at the, probably, drunk Russian. He didn't seem to be all that drunk though. Canada took another look at the vodka bottle, before Russia had drunk from it, it was almost full. Canada then realized that Russia didn't drink as much as Lithuania said he should have, or so, how Lithuania made it sound he'd drink. Canada didn't like how Russia would drink all the time, but what could he do about it?

"Ivan... Are you ok?"

"...Da..." Russia's glare faded a little.

Russia was lying for sure, he didn't look ok. He was mad. Canada raised his hand to Russia's head but just as Russia glanced at him he flinched. I want to find that good in him. Maybe if I'm nice, he'll show me that good side. Canada gulped a little before placing his hand on Russia's hair. It was like he had just approached a vicious polar bear and petted him. Canada smiled gently at Russia.

"You know, it's not healthy to stay outside in the snow that long, especially when drinking" Canada said shyly, hoping he said the right thing, hoping that Russia wouldn't get too mad at him for saying it.

Russia's fierce stare came back.

"I mean, I just don't want you getting sick"

Just when Canada took his hand off Russia's head Russia snatched his arms making Canada gasp in fear.

"...and why do you care if I get sick?" Russia asked.

"I-I, j-just get worried about you... I worry about everyone..."

"You shouldn't waste your time worrying about everyone, because no one's worrying about you"

"Are you saying this because I'm invisible? Or is this because of a life experience?" Canada said this, but not strictly, no, he remained calm with this.

"...What do you know about me?"

"Only w-what Ukraine's told me"

Russia turned for his body to face Canada's, but his anger didn't cease.

"...and what has she told you?"

"She told me, that you're a good brother and a good person at heart... and I believe her"

Russia's eyes grew a little. His grip on Canada's arm softened, and so did his expression, but he still didn't look too happy.

"Don't lie to me Canada" He said.

"I-I'm not"

"How can I trust you?"

"Just learn to trust me, if not then ask your sister yourself"

"...Why did you touch my hair?" Russia asked completely changing the subject.

"I was, testing a theory and... I was wrong..." Canada said with a shy smile.

Russia raised an eyebrow, he was obviously confused by what Canada meant, so Canada decided to explain.

"Um... I wanted to see if, you'd actually hurt me if I touched you... and you didn't"

"You've touched me before, remember? You hugged me"

"Yes but, I don't think either of us were thinking then" Canada shuffled his feet sheepishly , now that he thought about it, his theory sounded pretty stupid, but he was just curious... right? "W-Well, I'm sorry Ivan..."

Canada tried to pull his arm out of Russia's grasp but Russia's hand tightened around Canada's arm just as he tried to move it.

"Eh?"

"Say it" Russia said.

"Say what?" Canada asked nervously.

"My name"

"D-Do you have some sort of fetish with me saying your name or something?"

Canada showed a bit of rage but tried not to get too angry at Russia, still, what was with Russia and wanting Canada to say his name all the time now? He could easily get one of the baltics to say it all the time instead, maybe it was because Canada was his favourite now, that he wanted his favourite to say it.

Russia only chuckled at Canada's response before answering.

"I do not know, do you have a fetish with touching me?" He asked as he smiled.

Canada just stared at Russia with an embarrassed look on his face. No matter how much Canada thought about it, Russia made it sound a little dirty. Canada stuttered a couple times not being able to say anything to that, but he wanted to say something back. He shook his head trying to shake the thought altogether.

"N-No, of course not! I-I was just curious" He said as he looked away, he wanted to change the subject badly, but what could he talk about? "Um... W-Why didn't you get drunk?"

The baltics looked as if they were just about to burst out screaming, but they only gasped before covering each other's mouths. They backed away in the kitchen hiding themselves from sight.

Canada stared at where they once were and blinked confused to what he said wrong this time. His eyes then moved to look at Russia who was glaring at Canada. Suddenly he grabbed Canada's other arm and pushed him against the wall hard. Canada yelped as his head hit the wall.

"O-ow" He whimpered.

Canada looked up at Russia's enraged face. If he could he'd hit himself right now for always getting on Russia's bad side, why did he have a talent for that?

"Why do you keep sticking your nose in my business?" Russia growled.

"I-I don't mean to, honestly! I-I'm just curious!"

"Your curiosity is annoying"

"I'm sorry!"

"...and you didn't say my name like I told you to do"

"Ok! Ivan Ivan IVAN IVAN IVAN!"

Russia stared curiously. He looked amazed at Canada, yet a little annoyed at the same time.

"No one has ever talked back to me before" Russia said.

The realization then hit Canada, he really did talk back to Russia. Another big mistake. Russia's grasp on Canada's arms tightened harder making Canada whimper in pain. Canada could feel his arms getting more sore every second. The pain was almost unbearable. He just wanted to get away from Russia and let his arms heal already, but he couldn't escape from Russia, no matter how hard he tried.

"Poor Canada can't even handle this" Russia teased, "Your brother wouldn't be struggling like this, he'd fight back"

Suddenly without thinking, Canada spat on Russia's face as he shot him a glare of his own.

Russia's eyes widened to their fullest staring at the angry Canadian. If there was one thing Canada hated most in this entire world, it was being compared with his brother, he knew he was nothing like his brother yet people would think he's him anyway.

Then, he snapped out of his anger noticing what he did.

"I-I'm so sorry Mr. Russia! I... I w-wasn't thinking! Really!"

Russia took his hand off of one of Canada's arms and wiped away the spit.

"You spat on me" Russia said with no expression.

"P-Please forgive me Mr. Russia, I-I don't know what I was thinking, I-I just got mad, I'm really sorry"

Russia laughed. What? He's laughing? Canada stared confused to why Russia was laughing, did Canada say something funny?

"You'll apologize until the world ends if you have to, Da?"

"B-But, I really am sorry..."

Russia flicked the spit on his hand away before grabbing Canada's arm again. He smirked.

"-and you dare to stand up against me, here I did not think you had a backbone" Russia added, "But I'm still mad at you, you're going to have to pay the price for making me mad"

Canada gulped trying to sink to the floor and away from Russia, but Russia would not let him.

Russia let go of one arm but kept hold of the other as he headed for the torture room, dragging Canada with him. Canada tried to pull away but he could not escape. No, not again!

Russia wasn't even drunk this time, or was he? Either way he was going to torture Canada once again.

Russia entered the room and shut the door behind him and Canada. He threw Canada on the floor just like last time and grabbed the same whip. Canada was ready though this time, He immediately jumped up and ran to the door trying to escape, but just then he felt the whip wrap around his leg causing him to trip and fall on the floor. Russia grabbed another whip and raised it high ready to strike.

Canada glanced behind him to see Russia ready to give him another world of pain.

"Ivan!"

"That won't work again" Russia said.

Canada covered his head with his hands awaiting the strike. Russia flung the whip, but barely... Something had stopped him from hurting Canada. He told himself to do it, but his body would not let him, it refused to cooperate with him.

Russia glared, he threw the whip on the ground then walked toward Canada. He un-wrapped the other whip rope from Canada's leg, then stood up and kicked Canada lightly. Canada looked up at Russia.

Russia looked more than angry, but he did not say anything. He simply walked out of the room.

Canada stood up. He didn't hurt me, why won't he hurt me when I say his name?

Was Canada really getting through to him? But what did he do to make Russia spare him?

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