A/N: hello! I just could not wait to update this! I am currently not supposed to be on here but I can sneak in a chapter, can't I? Anyway, enjoy! This chapter has no editing but the other chapters have gone through some editing nothing major though.

Chapter 6:

That darn blush!

~Canada~

He knew?

I felt a blush creep on to my cheeks. He knew. All this time he knew and kept it a secret.

"How the hell did you find out before me? I'm her big brother!" America yelled.

"America, I'm older." I said bluntly, the blush still present on my cheeks.

"Easy comrade, I had seen her changing one day after hockey." Russia said with his smile and faint purple aura coming around him.

….They were silent yet again….

"What?" The Nordics, America, England, and France yelled out at the same time. Remember the blush that had crept on my cheeks? Yeah well now I looked like one of Romano's tomatoes…

"Are you all bad of hearing? I had seen her change on accident after a hockey game."Russia started…

*Flashback*

~Russia~

Comrade Matvey and I had been playing hockey for about five hours straight. We had ended in a tie. While comrade Matvey went to clean up the blood and wounds…

"What you hurt her!" America interrupted the flashback.

"Shut up!" Canada yelled smacking him with her hockey stick.

"I too was bleeding. I also lost a molar." Russia said.

*Back to flashback*

I went back to change. When I was done Matvey was just going in the changing room.

"Good game Matvey. Same time next month?" I asked.

"Of course." He said.

When I was almost out the door I realized I had left my skates in the changing room. So I went back to get them. I walked to where I had changed and saw Matvey changing. He had binding around his chest that held back…breast. Very large breast too.

Matvey was a woman? I chuckled to myself. I would keep this to myself until she was ready. I walked out forgetting my skates, which I had gotten in the mail several days later.

*End flashback*

~Canada~

"Dude you so saw my sister's breast. That is it. I'm going to kick your sorry commie ass back to where you fucking belong." America yelled and tried to tackle Russia. Emphasis on tried.

"America stop it!" I yelled grabbing him by his bomber jacket.

"B-but Maggie! He saw you while you were indecent!" He complained.

"So? He kept my secret and for that I am grateful. Now apologize." I said in a voice that was much louder than usual.

"NO." America grumbled.

"Fine. I guess it is off with the kick for you." I said and carried him towards the window. I opened it up and took a couple steps back.

"Th-the k-kick. Come on Maggie...Not the" He said but it was too late I had already kicked him out the window and into a tree a couple hundred feet away from the building.

I turned back to Russia and smiled.

"Sorry about him. It is hard to handle him sometimes." I said with a small smile.

"It is alright. Are we still playing hockey next week?" He asked his aura disappearing.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for anything!" I said cheerfully.

After that I went back to my seat between Norway and Denmark. They both looked at me as if I had a second head or something. I suddenly felt the blush that had left reappear.

"What?" I asked a bit timidly.

"You just kicked America out of the room, literally and were able to talk to Russia with out being terrified." Denmark said.

"Yeah, your point?" I asked.

"That is not normal for any one." Denmark said.

"Well he's my friend." I said.

"Well just be careful around him." Norway said.

"Of course Mor." I said.

The rest of the meeting went by like usual. Fighting. Arguing. And an angry German at the end with nothing accomplished.

"Margret, you left your car here yesterday right?" Asked Norway as we went down to the parking lot.

"Yeah it is right over there." I said pointing to the red BMW convertible.

"Great. We will drive home in that." She said pulling me toward it.

We got in and followed Denmark to his house.

"Look Maggie, I want to talk to you." Ingrid said.

"What is it, Mor?" I asked.

"I want you to be careful with Russia. I know you already said you would but, I worry okay. What if you got involved with Russia?" She asked. My cheeks turned back to pink. Darn that blush.

I will not deny that I had sometimes thought about it. He was rather handsome…wait she's saying something.

"-and what if he tried something?" She asked.

"I can take care of myself. Plus I always have my hockey stick if something happens." I said.

"Alright. Just be careful. Russia is a powerful insane man." She said as we pulled into the driveway of the house.

I went up to my room with that thought. I never believed Russia to be insane. I always found his company rather enjoyable and I do admit I may have had a couple fantasies about him. Not like I would tell Ingrid or Matthias that. They would have cows! Russia- or Ivan as I had sometimes been allowed to call him- gave me a feeling of relief. A relief from being invisible and it told me that someone cared. Like that one time I twisted my ankle in a game, he carried me all the way to the medic at the rink. He was one of the sweetest people I had ever met. So no, he was not insane to me.

The blush was still evident on my cheeks as I realized what I was thinking.

Did I like Ivan that way?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Sorry it is a bit short.

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