Kage: Ah! Sorry for not updating in a few days! But I wrote this one-shot and I'm done with Luckysee12's request. I'll post it in a bit; I had written it during school and have to fix a few things here or there.

Also about the grammar, I'm sorry about that, I usually use the spelling and grammar check and it said it was correct so I checked it again and found out the grammar box wasn't checked in. -.-U

I fixed all the chapters and even fixed the "Going Under" one-shot to make it look better. ^u^

So that's all fixed.

Oh! Thank you FrozenDreamBox, Mew I is Dinosaur, Anonymous Void, and thatgirlwiththeglasses for your reviews!

Mew I is Dinosaur, concerning your request, who sings the song? Because I had looked it up and found a "Hetaloid" (Hetalia/Vocaloid crossover) video where America and Canada are singing. Here's the video so you can see if this is correct.

http:/ www .you tube .com/ watch ?v= e2Guw 8fdi DU (Erase the spaces)

Thank you once again and enjoy.

Paparazzi (Lady Gaga): Nyo!Belarus(Male Belarus)X Canada. Mentioned: UkUs. One-sided: England X Canada (Why do I keep picking that pairing?), Russia X Male!Belarus and Male!Belarus X Lithuania.

Warning: Male!Belarus, sorry if you rather have the original.

Running down the halls violet eyes looked left and right before taking a turn.

"Canada~"

Canada squeaked and picked up his pace. Hall after hall flew past his vision until, unfortunately, he was cut off by his chaser. Frozen in fear Canada could do little more then stand absolutely still whist squeezing poor Kumajirou in his arms. The blonde haired Belarusian smirked and pulled a camera out of his pocket, he had borrowed it from Japan, and before the Canadian could think about running off again he was able to snap a few pictures, flash on of course.

While the Canadian gained his ability to move the Belarusian looked over the pictures to make sure they were perfect, and they surly were. Once satisfied he took the time to watch in amusement as the Canadian ran down another hall and out of sight.

Belarus held the camera to his lips, smirk still in place, before tucking it into his pocket. Love for his brother had left and now he loves the Canadian. What an odd change of events.

"Brother, marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me." the Belorussian chanted approaching his brother, knife in hand.

"No! Go away, go away!" Russia cries running away.

Belarus finds himself frowning at his brothers retreat, why didn't his brother want to marry him? Was something wrong with him?

"I know how you feel." he had immediately turned on the person, knife outstretched in his hand and pressed to the person's throat. He raised a brow, the person seemed familiar but he couldn't really add a name to his face.

"Canada." the Canadian answered without being asked. The Belarusian allowed his face to go back to its uncaring façade, and slowly he lowered his knife.

"How do you know how I feel?" Belarus said in a demanding tone.

"It isn't obvious?" Canada questioned and Belarus noticed the Canadian's gaze locking onto a certain hot tempered Brit. Though he also took notice of a certain loudmouthed American besides the Brit, very closely besides the Brit.

"Why do you not fight for him?" Belarus actually asked, though his expression was still blank.

"…I know he doesn't feel the same." came the barely heard response. Belarus watched with blank eyes as the Canadian said a quick goodbye and disappeared from sight.

His gaze slowly went to the Brit and his grip on his knife tightened.

Canada was going to be his.

Walking towards the meeting room Belarus kept his hands in his pocket, and clenched around his knife. He raised an eyebrow upon entry; already the nations were bickering and seemed to be getting increasingly violent. Though he didn't care as he noticed a spot besides Canada was empty. Walking over he took his time, especially getting amused when he overheard France once again insult England's hair. The Brit sputtered angrily before landing a blow on the Frenchman's face, making said Frenchman weep about his beauty being tarnished.

Sometimes world meetings can be amusing if you watch the right thing.

Finally he reached his destination and gazed at the startled Canadian with his uncaring mask. The Canadian shivered slightly gazing back at the Belarusian from the corner of his eye.

Things have gotten too far for the Canadian. It began with the Belarusian watching his every move, and then Belarus began to stalk him, now he was taking pictures of him?

"Why?"

The Belarusian continued to look at him with blank eyes.

"Why not."

The Canadian was about to speak when Germany stood slammed his hands down onto the table, causing everyone to quiet down quickly, before tiredly saying that the meeting was over. Sighs of relief filled the room and everyone quickly packed up before hurrying out the door. Canada packed up slowly because usually the nations fought tooth and nail to exit, which usually ended up with Canada pushed around like a rag doll.

While Canada mused on his thoughts Belarus took this as an opportunity to take a picture, fixing himself into the area he quickly snapped a photo before looking at the aftermath. It was clear and he may have been a little cut off but with how Canada looked he was content.

"Why do you keep taking pictures of me? It's not as though there's much about me." Belarus looked up at the Canadian quietly.

"You are very…pleasant to look at." the Belarusian allowed before taking his leave.

A surprised Canadian stared after him. Once the Belarusian was gone Canada felt his cheeks heat up and he noticed that his lips had puckered slightly. Shaking his head he continued to pack though, for the first time during Belarus's stalking; Canada found his thoughts only on the Belarusian.

He sighed and picked up the small suitcase before taking his leave as well not noticing the highly amused gaze upon his back.

…

"I am home." immediately he was welcomed by the Lithuanian, though the Lithuanian stumbled over his words and flushed in embarrassment. Belarus would have liked very much so to break his fingers once again but he was in a good mood and simply nodded to the brunette. He watched as his once precious big brother stood in the door way watching him shakily.

"Hello brat." the Russian shrank back but when he noticed that his brother didn't demand a marriage he seemed to calm. Instead the Belarusian placed his hands into his pockets, most likely checking to see if he still had his knife and camera in there safely before walking up the stairs towards his room.

Most believe that Belarus's room was filled with multiple different torture devices however that assumption is false, really if one were to see his room they would think the owner were some love stricken teenaged girl. Multiple pictures of the Canadian doing various things covered his walls, the walls were a beige purple color and the floor held bluish grey carpeting while upon the Belarusian's bed laid a stuffed doll that looked very much like Canada down to the little curl upon its head.

Belarus jumped onto his bed, quickly grabbing the Canada doll before taking hold of the camera to look over the photos.

"How much longer must I chase you until you love me?" Belarus sighed holding the Canada doll beneath his chin.

…

Canada breathed a sigh of relief when he returned home, though he wanted nothing more than to sleep off his jet leg. Kumajirou seemed to have the same thought as he crawled onto the couch and promptly fell asleep. Canada smiled at the sleeping bear before frowning to himself when his thoughts wandered to the Belarusian. He sighed tiredly running a hand threw his hair as he trudged upstairs towards his room.

After entering his room he went into the restroom to change, once done Canada made his way towards his bed before crawling in.

Though as it would seem sleeping would be a hard feat to accomplish. Breathing out slowly Canada allowed his thoughts to wonder to the Belarusian, how could things have changed so dramatically? He had only spoken to the Belarusian a meager number of times and the conversations were always very short. Why would the Belarusian abandon stalking his brother to stalk him instead? And what about the pictures Belarus always took of him, what were they for?

Canada took a moment to ponder before deciding that instead he would not like to know. Looking towards the clock Canada felt his eyes widen, it was three in the morning, and Canada had gone to bed around eleven.

Pulling a pillow to cover his head Canada groaned in annoyance.

"Who are you?" said a sleepy voice.

Lifting the pillow from his face Matthew winced at the sudden flow of light shining in his face, when had he gone to sleep?

"Canada, Matthew Williams, the person who feeds you." His response came automatically.

"Oh, can I have pancakes?" the bear asked staring up at Canada.

The Canadian smiled tiredly before nodding.

"Sure Kumajino."

"It's Kumajirou."

"Oh, sorry Kumacoka."

"…Who are you again?"

"I'm Canada!"

…

Boredom played with Belarus's features as the blonde sat stiffly at the table, tension in the air. His brother didn't trust him, he supposes uncaringly.

"Why do you like him?" Belarus asked/demanded as he sat besides the surprised Canadian.

"Oh, hello Belarus. And to tell you the truth…I can't name it. It plays with my heart but I cannot figure out why exactly I like England. Maybe I like him for all he's done for me."

Belarus stares for a moment and wonders what England could have done for the Canadian.

"Like what."

He doesn't know why but his heart beats faster when he see's the Canadian's soft smile.

"When I became his colony I used to have nightmares, he would be the one to calm me down. He would hold me and hum a lullaby…"

Envy, ever the most dreadful of mistresses, fills Belarus's heart as he see's the Canadian gaze at England longingly.

"But then he began to ignore me in favor of America, I always noticed the looks England would give America when he thought no one was looking. It was a look of proud love, it saddened me but as the saying goes; if you love something, set it free... If it comes back, it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was yours…"

Belarus broke his memories with a scoff.

"If you love somebody don't ever set him free."
Belarus ignored his brother's scared shitless look and took a bite from the toast that was once on his plate.

Besides, he liked that version more.

…

Months trickled by slowly, albeit to slow for Belarus, before finally it was once again time for a world conference.

Camera in hand Belarus stalked quietly down the halls staying quiet and hidden from view. His brother had run straight to the conference and was possibly hiding beneath the table.

Continuing on his search for the Canadian, Belarus crept into another hall only to inwardly sadden when he didn't see the Canadian.

"Looking for me?" surprised Belarus quickly spun on his heel.

Only to look up at the Canadian he was searching for.

He paused taking in the Canadian's outfit.

The Canadian was wearing a normal business suit, though instead of the normal blue it was black. It brought out his pale skin color, his hair, a golden blonde at the top with strawberry blonde at the bottom, seemed to glow brighter, and the violet of his eyes seemed darker.

Belarus quickly took a few pictures of the Canadian before placing the camera into his pocket, he could always check on them later.

"Why do you do that?" the Canadian questioned as he removed his glasses to rub at his eyes, the small flashes of light still danced behind his eyelids.

"I'm you're paparazzi."

Pausing Canada was unsure if the Belarusian was joking or completely serious. Sighing to himself the Canadian took his leave, though he was barely walking down the hall when he heard the Belarusian's voice speak softly, obviously not meant to be heard.

"I'll follow you until you love me."

Canada took a few more steps before smiling slightly.

"There is no need to do that any longer."

Though, the Canadian didn't notice that the Belarusian had heard every word.

Waiting until the Canadian's footsteps were no longer hearable Belarus allowed his cheeks to turn a light pink.

Kage: Thank you for reading, apologies again if you did not enjoy that Belarus was Male. This turned out different than originally planned…

But I kind of like it…

Brat in Russian mean's brother, though I used a Google translator so it may not be right. -.-U

Review if you believe I deserve one and polite criticism is appreciated.

If you have any requests please name the pairing, song, artist(person who sings it), and any other details you think are appropriate.

Thank you for reading.