HIYA! I like this chapter...it was supposed to be RusCan, but I have something more fun in store for them! So Here's another Nat POV but it's a NORBELA FLUFF...FLUFF-Y...Almost FLUFF (?)...sorry I like making up crap like this! Please enjoy!

Never really noticed:

Hello again.

So it's a Saturday afternoon. This is a great day for a picnic. Big sister and Big Brother thought so too. I am here to pick up big brother in his house here in my country. You see, he loves me so much that he has a house…ON MY LAND!

I stopped in my tracks as I saw a familiar figure. His back facing me…but his snowy blonde hair was all I needed to see. IT'S BIG BROTHER!

I stalked him like a panther. He's wearing a form-fitting coat. His back faced me but I could already see his beautiful smile and his sparkling eyes! I need to pounce now!

"I GOTCHA BIG BROTHER!" I yelled as I hugged him tightly, making sure no oxygen was left in his system. Suddenly I noticed he wasn't as tall as my brother and though this man had an awesomely hard body…wasn't anywhere as big as my beloved brother.

"N-nat. It's me…Lu!" said the man with a thick Norwegian accent. Oh, it's Lukas. *sigh* he should dye his hair or something. I released him from the hug; his face was so red that Spain's tomatoes would be jealous. Maybe I shouldn't have hugged him so tightly; he's obviously out of breath.

"What are you doing here?" I asked with my normal, cheery smile. Again, this was my day off. I should invite him to the picnic.

"You should join us, we're having a sibling picnic today" I urged him not bothering to know why he was here in the first place. He looked away still red…what was wrong with him? I didn't squeeze him that hard.

"S-sure." Was his only reply before I grabbed him by his wrist leading him to my brother's Belarusian house. He has a house here…Yes…we're almost one.

"HEY BIG BROTHER!" I sing-songed as I kicked the door down to the floor. I knew he was in his room so I skipped merrily to the waiting door. He was moaning and singing…he's pleasuring himself. I have got to see this and make a copy…Liz is gonna pay me big.

I kicked the door and all of the sudden I could feel my happiness dissolve. The scene was hot…but it wasn't how I imagined it. Sadly, he wasn't naked. Well, he was only wearing boxer-briefs…but…but…

It was white with a red maple leaf in the middle. He looked at me in a confused manner…he hasn't caught on yet. My sweet innocent brother…what a slow man. He had his knees on the floor and an arched back and his arms folded up to his body. He was wearing eye glasses, big and fuzzy bear paws, bear ears and…and taped stupid hair curl that was limp, thin, and long.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I shouted. Russia flinched and finally registered what was happening. He's been discovered. My brother is obsessed with Canada…what the hell! Why Canada?

"S-sister…" he hid his large and taut body with a large blanket. "…It's not what you think!"

"You're obsessed with Canada." I crossed my arms.

"Alright…it is what you think" he said pathetically. I sighed…I'm taking my day off; I do not need this right now. Usually I'd be extremely homicidal by now…but I'm not a person without a heart. At least that's how I think of myself. Screw it, I'll win big brother's heart anyway so why bother with killing Canada?

"It's fine…fine. I'll just have to deal with him on Monday." I went out of the room.

I sat at the bar stool in Russia's house and sipped on some Vodka, I'm not sad…maybe just a bit, but I guess it's better than being homicidal.

"Need someone to talk to?" peeped a bland voice. Lukas took a seat next to me and chugged down a shot of Vodka as well.

"You really impressed me…I thought you'd be trying to kill Canada." I clenched on my shot glass. That was unbelievably blunt.

"I'm not some crazy bitch. Crazy about Russia, but I won't murder someone who might be oblivious to the whole thing"

At Canada's house:

"Kumajirou…I really feel like I dodged a bullet for some reason"

"Really?"

"Yeah, eh?"

"Have you ever had eyes on someone else?" asked Lukas. I cocked my head to the side; I've never crushed on anybody else besides big brother.

"Nope."

"Oh…uh…hmmm" he quieted down looking at his feet. He looked very cute actually, especially since you never really see what he's thinking. He's still unreadable but the faint pink paint across his cheeks made him look less of a corpse.

"I'll make some Draniki, want me to make some for you?" I asked him as I headed to the kitchen. He gave a small nod and smiled. You know…I've never noticed it before but he looks a lot cuter when he does smile.

I wonder what he looks like when he laughs.

Next is another Russia story but I have some RusCan ideas at the back burner...I'm just waiting for some more ideas to ad to it! Okay, I hope you enjoy it!