Geh! Finally, eh? I'm sorry, stuff has been happening here and I'm a bit more busier than usual but I'm really trying to keep these updated asap. DX Anyway enjoy. ^^

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Everyone was now at their seat's awaiting for England to speak first, that's how the meeting usually started. While waiting Canada took his time to actually examine the room, for once. He never found a reason to really look around until now, since, his opinion wouldn't matter now anyway if he tried to join the conference. Canada looked around, flags of every country hung on the wall, and so did the various paintings from almost every country. He spotted a variety of aged guns hanging on the wall across from him, this made him wonder. Usually if there's a set on one side there's a set on the other. He turned slightly in his seat to see if there was anything hanging above him at all. There was... daggers, and they seemed ancient, but still very sharp, one from each country too. Canada could only think about how unfortunate he was to be sitting under them, still, they had never fallen before so he didn't worry too much. The only thing left to look at was the floor, the plants and the big table everyone but the baltics and Canada sat at. The conference had started. It was the usual political stuff and various other things. Naturally, America butted in and interrupted everyone going on about Hamburgers and pop, or, soda as he called it and other unhealthy foods. Then, as usual, England snapped at him making France laughed at England's failed attempt to calm the hyper American. Germany placed his face in his hand and groaned, irritated at the immature behaviour the western countries showed. For some reason Italy joined the rant, only he went on about pasta and cute girls. America decided to join Italy's random conversation and brag about his food and the women he's been with. France decided to put the two subjects together and talk about erotic cakes, which didn't impress England all that much, but Canada could easily see the blush grow on his face as France went on. China was just as un-amused as Germany, only he tried to get America and England to calm down, but England soon started a fist fight with France at an attempt to get the French man to shut up. Japan was rather quiet but he didn't look too impressed either. Everything was normal here accept for Russia's coughing. Just as usual the meeting got out of hand, again. Canada smiled anyway, but nervously. He didn't want anyone to get hurt too badly; he hoped no wars would start, every time this happened. He did regret all those times he didn't speak up though, especially when everyone else was like this. He was always so quiet, but only because he was either too shy to speak up or he waited too long for everyone to stop talking first. He looked over at the baltics who just sat there as quiet as Canada was. Canada felt a little awkward, as he reminded himself he was Russia's prisoner... slave... whatever he was to Russia. He could only think about the good times when he was his own country. He could make up his own rules, do what he wanted, not what anyone else wanted. Being under someone else's control would not help him become noticeable at all. He sighed, How can I become my own country again? Canada pondered on the subject for a while. He had to find a way to get out of this mess, but how? He wanted to rely on England before to help him, but just thinking about it now, he knew now that's not what he wanted. He shouldn't have to rely on anyone, sure some help here and there was fine, but not for this. Maybe I can... no that won't work... hmmm...

"China~"

Canada's train of thought was cut off by Russia's voice. He glanced up to see Russia talking to China, smiling at him in that childish manner.

"You will become one with Russia, Da~?"

Canada felt his heart sink. He couldn't understand why though. He tried to ignore the feeling, after all, Russia did this all the time before to China, why should it matter now?

"No Aru! Get away from me!" China shouted before scooting away from Russia.

Russia only giggled. His smile changed but it was still a smile. Though, this one was the one that the baltics seemed to fear, the creepy smile. Canada figured that that smile meant Russia was upset without completely showing it. Russia continued to bug China and basically, harass him, as Canada watched in disappointment. Why does he harass China like this every time he sees him? Canada wondered, Though Canada did not like what he saw, he remained silent. That's all he's ever done, was remain silent. He had a talent for it, so much that he was sometimes afraid to speak, but he wanted to be noticed too.

"Aiyaaah! Get away from me aru I don't want you to cough on me!" China screamed as he pushed Russia away.

"But I'm better now" Russia said playfully.

"No you're not aru!"

Canada was too busy focused on the little fight between Russia and China that he didn't notice that America had pulled out his gun and began firing wildly in the air like a crazy cowboy as he laughed immensely obviously trying to be the loudest in the room, typical American attitude. England ducked in time to dodge a bullet. Italy screamed before hiding under the table while everyone else was just plain irritated. The baltics got up from their seats, Latvia dashed to the table and crawled under it to hide with Italy, Estonia and Lithuania tried to calm America down, the man was too hyper.

"You git! Put that bloody gun away before you blow someone's brains out!" England yelled.

"Mon dieu! Cease your firing America!" France whined.

"P-Please Mr. America! It's not safe!" Lithuania begged.

America didn't seem to hear England or anybody else through the sound of the gunfire. He continued shooting at anything and everything. Suddenly a 'clank' came from above Canada. He glanced up and sure enough a bullet hit the rack that held the daggers. They all came down swiftly toward Canada. Canada's eyes grew to their fullest, he wanted to run, he should have run, but he froze too shocked too move. Just then he was suddenly tackled and covered by something big, no... someone, Russia. Russia had tackled Canada to the ground and covered him with his coat as he lay on top of him. All Canada could hear was the sound of the daggers falling on top to the ground and sometimes on top of Russia, they couldn't touch Canada.

The sound of clattering metal came to an end, in fact, so did the gun fire, the shouting, everything. Russia lifted his body off of Canada's. He stared at Canada, no expression.

"Mr. Russia..." Canada whispered, he began to tremble, which was most likely caused by the shock from this whole event, "W-Why did you do that?"

Russia said nothing, but as soon as he sat up he quickly grabbed his waist. His waist, it was bleeding, one of the daggers had cut him. Canada looked around to see which one had blood on it. He found it, ironically, it was Russia's own dagger that had injured him. Thankfully though, there wasn't that much blood which meant that he wasn't too badly injured. Canada crawled back and sat himself up. He stared worryingly at Russia's wound. Why did Russia risk his own life just to protect me? Canada couldn't help but feel guilty, if he had only moved when the daggers fell instead of freeze, Russia would be ok.

"Mr. R-Russia... I-I'm s-sorry"

Russia tried to ignore the wound now, in this case it didn't hurt him as badly as Canada had thought, but Canada could not ignore the guilt that grew inside him.

Russia coughed once again, but only a little this time. Apparently the medicine was working for him, that was good, but Canada had other things to worry about this time. He reached for Russia's cut open coat to try and look at his wound better, but before he could touch it Russia grabbed his hand. Canada's eyes grew a bit as he looked up at him. Russia's glare was a little frightening, but Canada couldn't just leave him in pain.

"Please, let me do this, Russia"

"нет, I do not need your help"

"Please, you've helped me-"

"-and you've already returned the favour by shoving disgusting medicine down my throat... and you didn't say mister before you said my name"

"...u-um... I'm sorry"

Russia slowly got to his feet and Canada stood soon after.

"Once we get back, you will be punished" Russia said as he walked away and back to his seat.

"W-What? But why? Just because I didn't say mister?"

"нет!" Russia shouted causing Canada to freeze where he was, "You have been nothing but trouble for me ever since I found you"

"T-Then why don't you let me go?"

"Because, that is what you want, and that's not a punishment for you"

Suddenly, before Canada could say anything else America stepped in between the two.

"Wooah, ok. Maybe I should just say a few words in this situation"

"Mind your own business America" Russia growled.

"No, for one thing. You two seem to fight like a married couple in a dysfunctional family, for another, and for the third thing, seriously Russia, Canada's been nothing but nice to you from what I've seen and you still act like a bitch!"

Everyone stood there, stunned and amazed that America would actually say something somewhat wise for once. Russia looked over at Canada who was staring back at him. Canada was glad that America stepped in like this. He turned his attention to his brother, who was pouting at Russia, and smiled. He couldn't thank him enough, he could only think of one way to thank him at this moment.

"So, I think you should just-"America immediately stopped ranting as soon as Canada wrapped his arms around him.

America looked at his brother with surprised eyes that soon turned sympathetic. He wrapped his arms around Canada, hugging him back. Little did Canada know though, was that Russia was watching the whole thing with narrowed eyes.

"I'm still bleeding" Russia said, trying to break up the moment between the brothers.

"Eh? O-Oh, I'm sorry Ru- I-I mean, Mr. Russia" Canada replied as he let go of his brother and stood next to Russia, "um... may I heal your wound now?"

Russia was silent; he then looked away and coughed into his arm. Canada put his hand on Russia's back and rubbed it in a motherly fashion. He knew Russia didn't like him too much. That was to be expected anyway. Still, Canada just smiled softly at Russia as he waited for an answer from him.

"Go ahead..." Russia finally answered.

This brought much joy to Canada, though, he tried hard not to show his joy as it might make Russia a little more upset than he was already.

After Canada looked at Russia's wound he found it really wasn't all that bad, then he looked to France.

"Papa, can you please get me a we paper towel?"

"o...of course..." France answered, strange though that he did not finish the sentence with something French like 'mon cher', perhaps he was a little surprised at Canada for still wanting to help Russia.

France left the room and a couple seconds later, since the washroom wasn't that far to begin with, France came back and handed Canada the paper towel. Canada started cleaning the wound, gently wiping the blood off Russia's skin.

"Tell me Matvey" Russia said with no emotion, "Do you have some sort of fetish with me?"

"W-What do you mean?"

"You stare at me, almost constantly... and you try to help me nonstop, is there something you want to say to me?"

Canada gawked at Russia in worry. Was Russia actually watching him the whole time? Canada stuttered, he couldn't find anything to say to that.

"You think I did not know?" Russia continued, "Perhaps there's something you want from me?"

Canada felt his face start to burn... blushing? He was blushing, now? Why would he be blushing though?

Canada felt as if he couldn't answer that, now that he thought about it, he did seem to act like a worried wife, just like America had said.

"Will you not answer me, Matvey?"

"u-uh... I... I-I j-just..."

"...Well?"

Canada then took the paper towel away from Russia's wound and stared at the floor. His mind went almost blank for that moment. What's wrong with me? He placed one hand on his chest to where his heart was and clutched his own shirt. At this moment, he couldn't help but think about China. Russia apparently liked him a lot, but Canada couldn't understand why this bothered him so much. Was he... jealous? That couldn't be it. If he was jealous, then why was he jealous? Was it because he was Russia's favourite? That word didn't sound so important anymore.

"Matvey, you still need to answer me"

"No!" Canada shouted.

"Ah?"

"I don't have a fetish for you... there's nothing I want from you..."

The room was now more silent than ever. The only thing Canada could hear was the clock ticking away. He shook his head and continued cleaning Russia's wound.

"...Well" England said breaking the silence, "Let's hope that America keeps his gun OUT of the conference room next time, alright?"

America was quiet, his eyes focusing on his brother and Russia. His eyes narrowed before he spoke.

"Am I the only one who notices a pattern here?"

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