Author's Note:

HIYA! so this time I'm gonna reveal A crack pairing I ship, oh so desperately. I'm not really a person who ships a character with more than one other, though I'm not really that bothered when I read fics that don't use my OTPs. Thought it;s wierd how I feel my heart breaking when I see DenNor and DenSu...*SIGH**HEARTBREAKS*

Anyway, I'm not really planning including this new pairing in this collection. Though, I'll be writing one shots from time to time...AGAIN, AFTER I FINISH UNREQUITED!

GCJakey's Note:

This couple is extremely...extremely unpopular (taboo...) anyway, I was just drawn to them...and I made Tailed like it too...So win-win. Plus, this is a RusCan-y thing. I plan to write another RusCan-y fic placed during the cold war and a Rus fic with the Awesome Trio.

Warning: Jealous!Russia, Secretive!Canada

Jealousy is a Tulip

Russia isn't really the jealous type. And if he were, what right does he have to pout and sulk in front of Canada if they were only friends? Best friends to be exact…he was right after America, Kumajirou…and *sigh* NETHERLANDS (shockingly)!

Ivan never really hated the Dutch nor necessarily liked him. He didn't see anything in him that would make sweet Mattie like him. He had a blank face, a rude demeanor, a strange addiction to tulips, and a smoking problem.

Did he like his body? Of course not, what kind of fucking question is that?

Russia's the biggest one among the male countries, followed by Denmark by just half an inch (arm-wise), then Sweden by an inch, then Germany and Netherlands by an inch and a half, then America and Canada but only because they were two inches shorter than the West Germanic blondes, but they had the same built as them, if not a bit broader due to their height. Then, there was the bad touch trio, then England, then Norway, followed by the Italians, then Finland…and Russia didn't care for the rest.

So, what? Why have those two been hanging out often this past week?

It all started on Monday in beautiful Berlin. The Dutch representative had burst through the doors with a truckload of Canada's favorite tulips, as a thank-you gift for helping him out during the Second World War. It wasn't weird at all, at first. But as the day went on it became a lot more peculiar to the Russian.

The vigil amethyst eyes of the Russian were glued on the huge smile on the Canadian's face. He was 'Being-with-Alfred' happy. He seldom saw him this happy, even in his own company…and he was supposed to be his (third) best friend.

"So, I see that you like the flowers…" Netherlands dropped his head to be in eye level with the smiling angel named Canada.

"Yes, of course, Lars. Tank je voor de mooie tulpen" he smiled in gratitude, effortlessly speaking the older nation's native tongue.

"Het is geen probleem ..." he answered back before whispering audibly to the North American's ear. "Mag ik u vragen om een gunst?"

"Natuurlijk." With that the two men excused themselves from the conference, leaving him to wander what 'favor' Lars asked from Matthew. Oh yeah, Russia speaks Dutch. It is the only Germanic language he knows besides English and German.

"Is there something wrong, mi amigo?" the worried Spaniard smile.

'No. do not talk to him…he'll just shit on your name again' he ignored Toni which made the other start whispering stuff about being worried about Russia's sudden deafness.

"Alright. There is something wrong, could you please stop spreading rumors?" he asked politely gaining a smile of recognition from the other.

"What rumors?" Spain really looked confused. "Now what is it?" he whispered trying to not get the screaming German's attention.

"Is there something going on between Canada and the Dutch?" he emphasized the last word causing Spain to tilt his head.

"…Well there is, I just don't know what." Toni crossed his arms and slanted one brow. Ivan felt his cold heart churn out blood of pure jealousy. His fist was clenched and shaking and his eyes were deadly sharp.

"Calm down." With the touch of the tanned hand, the Russian restrained himself. He guided Russia's head to rest on his strong chest, rocking him back and forth with a weirdly comforting lullaby. Russia started crying…

That was very humiliating, at least no one noticed. So, basically Canada kept on running off with Netherlands, leaving Russia alone since Prussia wasn't seating in and America was absent. At least Mattie had the common decency not to lie. He always told the truth and asked to take a rain check instead.

"Sister…I need help." Russia barged into Ukraine's hotel room, giving her a big hug.

"On what?" she asked softly, surprised that her younger brother's asking advice form her.

"What do you do if a guy…just keeps on spending time with somebody else…and you're kinda jealous." His face reddened considerably.

"Well…you should show your abs then!" she smiled with eyes sparkling zealously.

"W-what? Not this again!" Russia took a few steps back protectively.

"No, no. That was boobs. This time it's abs!" she defended her ridiculous answer. "Show the guy what he's missing, that kinds get guys going, right? A little flirting is all good. I mean, you and Canada aren't a couple-couple anyway." She added, causing Russia to freeze in place.

"Of course I know, Nat told me months ago." She answered the question playing on her brother's mind.

"Now, I am telling you…Canada isn't the biggest prude, so sexying it up would entice him a bit…" Ukraine took a sip from her cup of peppermint tea.

"Are you sure?" he asked worriedly.

"Of course I am!"She smiled surely, though Russia remained unconvinced.

Ivan is not the one for exhibitionism, but if it was that necessary, why not? The only thing he was waiting for was the right moment. The days passed by and it was now the last day of the meeting, Canada and Netherlands didn't seem to be planning on sticking around for the rest of the meeting and politely excused themselves a few minutes apart from each other.

Now was the time…he just had to make a move.

He slipped out of the room unnoticed as the German continuously shouted at the nations who couldn't seem to shut up.

Once the door was closed quietly, he dashed down the hall, to the route that would surely intercept the path taken by the two blondes.

He hid by the corridor east of the main hall leading to the exit, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"I'll get things ready." Lars said flatly, gaining a sound of approval from the shorter, cuter Canadian.

"I'll be following you soon." Mattie answered before getting a big hug from the Dutch which was reciprocated.

"Dank u!" he said softly near the ear of Russia's Canada!

"Better get going, our little plan won't work!" smiled the North American with a playful wink. The European nodded and allowed his lips to curve up in a small smile before leaving.

Mattie turned around his heel and walked back to the conference room.

Perfect.

Russia blocked his way, shocking his friend.

"Privyet, Mattie!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Oh…umm…Hi, Vany." Canada answered back before starting to walk once more.

"Where are you going?" Russia followed him back.

"Oh, just the conference room…"the other answered simply.

"I have awesome abs!" Russia blurted out randomly, lifting his coat to reveal the massive hairy built trunk that was so defined that it looked flexed even though it wasn't.

"That is nice, Russia, now may you please make way, mon ami?" Mattie asked politely, irritated by his friend.

"I have awesome arms!" The taller one didn't bother and flexed his arm that was as big as a watermelon. The champagne blonde stopped and looked at it quizzically.

He brought his two rough hands on the clothed muscles and squeezed on it tightly and having super strength was able to make Russia, who also had super strength, feel some pressure.

The Canadian took off his jacket and rolled the sleeve of the shirt underneath.

It was big as well, not as big though, and it had scars around the wrist and one gash on the shoulder. Then, it had a tattoo of a tribal maple leaf on the shoulder.

Russia blushed, he could never get used to seeing the other's body. The shorter man sized both up. Again, only half-an-inch or less, smaller. Canada came closer with his back facing Russia's front, they were less than an inch apart. The pale cheeks started to overheat. If he kept on doing that….

'Damn it, s-stop it. I can't trust myself not to fuck you…'

"I guess you really are bigger than both me and Al, though Denmark really is a close second." Mattie left the dumbfounded Russian. This was his plan all along.

"I-I have an aweso-"

"Vany, what's going on?" Canada demanded an answer in a commanding yet soft voice.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Netherlands, Da? Are you two dating?" Ivan asked with a crooked line for a mouth.

Mattie's face went blank. He blinked a couple. Tension was thick. Russia wanted to die right on the spot.

Then there was a soft snicker followed by a roar of laughter coming from the big mouth of America's brother.

"NO! Hell no. We're just friends." He continued laughing with his smaller hand resting on Ivan's tensed shoulder. He bent over laughing harder than before.

"What's so funny?" The Russian glared with his cold eyes, it felt like a train crashing on him head on.

"Nothing. Nothing." the laughter quieted down, wiping his tears. "I'm sorry that I haven't told you anything, I just made a promise not to tell." He smiled.

"…And if I do start seeing someone, you'll be the first to know!" he winked causing the taller man to blush. "You know, after Al…and Kumajiki…and Papa…and Arthur!" the addition made Russia wince unnoticeably.

"But since it won't be a secret anymore, I think I can tell…better yet, show you what Me and Lars have been up to. Come on." The Canadian led his friend, crushing him by the wrist.

It was as if the great migration of Monarch butterflies was happening deep inside Russia. He never felt his heart so full and alive before.

Countries were starting to pass them, laughing and chattering softly. They continued not minding the curious looks pointed towards them.

"Mr. Germany?" Mattie stopped walking and peeped inside.

"Ja?" the German turned his head around to their direction. His hear was slicked back but sweat was mixed in with the gel. His face was still reddening, probably recovering from the hours of oxygen-depleting yelling. His eyes widened as he bowed his head down respectfully.

"M-mr. Canada!" he greeted formally.

"um…Ludwig, you can stop doing that. World War Two's long over." The Canadian smiled softly.

"Can you please follow me?" Canada took a few steps towards the door, expecting the two older nations to follow.

They made their way to Oderbruch kippe.

The hills were lush and green and the trees littered around looked beautiful. They were by the man-made stairs when the Russian and the German stopped.

The whole field was somehow filled with tulips of purple hues, some pinkish while some leaned to the bluer side. But amongst them, was a lone tulip of sunset red.

Germany looked at Canada, who nudged him to go down and pick up the tulip. With each hesitant step, it all became clearer to the overworked Ludwig. As he came nearer to the flower of ruby, he noticed a blanket lay out by a tree. It was white and yellow. It had two champagne glasses, a cooler, and a bottle of Tokaji.

"Gelukkige verjaardag, Mijn Liefde" A strong arm came from behind and hugged him by the waist, causing Ludwig to squeak.

"L-lars?" he panicked as he squirmed, only to be eased by the other man's hand on his pale yet overheating cheeks.

"…Glücklicher Jahrestag, meine Liebe…" he replied, all smiley and sentimental…

"French Onion soup, the two of you?" Canada interrupted their kiss with two bowls of freshly made soup, they smiled apologetically and got their respective bowls and sat down on the blanket by the tree.

"Your Beef Bourguignon will be served shortly and for dessert we have chocolate soufflé with molten chocolate and…beer center." Mattie announced before leaving the couple be.

"Just think that about six decades ago, you were about to kill me…" Netherlands gave a small smile causing Germany to blush in embarrassment.

"Y-you know that Hitler brainwashed me or something." He hid his head.

"You know I hate it when you hide that handsome face of yours." The gloved hand guided the German's face by the chin to clash with his lush yellow-green gems.

"Ich liebe dich"

"Ik hou van je ook"

The two Germanic nations kissed deeply and lovingly. Cheers to twenty years.

"So…they're dating?" Russia asked looking at the sight fifty feet away.

"For twenty years, actually. He asked me to cook for him and help him with all the planning, it's hard to work alone you know?" the other busied himself with the food he was preparing from his portable kitchen.

"*Sigh* I don't know why but I always thought love was silly until I saw how much good it can actually do to a person when that special someone does arrive…" he smiled at his flustered friend.

"D-da, you are right." Russia felt his heart skip every two seconds as the words uttered were true and sweet to his ears. Once you really found that someone it changes you for the better.

'Just like you…' he muttered as he looked at the Canadian cooking away with a bright smile.

. .ILOVEYOUALL.

*Please...I really want to read comments and suggestions...I mean...it'll be awesome to here some of your takes and suggestions.