"Russia? What are...?" Canada was very surprised when he saw Russia on the threshold of his house.
"Hush," Russia put his finger to his lips. "America at home?"
Matthew sighed in disappointment. Nevertheless, even though he did not expect Ivan to come, but in the corner of his soul, the hope was that he had come to him, and not to his brother.
"No," muttered the Canadian. "Did you want something? I could have told him a message when he gets back."
"It is not necessary," smiled Braginsky. "A friendly message through another person cannot be conveyed..." Matthew noticed how the Russian grimaced at the word "friendly". "However, since I was here anyway ... if I could pay a visit to you, Canada?
For a second, Williams forgot how to breathe because of the words he had just heard. He was noticed. He was finally noticed, not having confused him with America!
"Yes, of course, come in." He pushed himself aside, letting the guest in. "Come on, Russia."
"Ivan. Call me Ivan; we're not at the meeting."
"Well, Ivan, then you too can call me Matthew."
"Do you want tea or coffee?" Canada asked as they walked into the living room with Russia.
"Tea, if possible, with a lemon," answered Braginsky, examining the interior with interest.
"With lemon? Is it like?"
"What? Have you ever tried?" Russian surprised look at the owner of the house.
After a while, Matthew watched in bewilderment as Ivan did something in the kitchen. From somewhere in the house there were lemons (probably Cuba once gave him)
"On, try it," a mug appeared in front of the Canadian's nose, from which was a pleasant scent.
Williams carefully took a sip.
"Mm, how delicious!" he said.
"I told you," Ivan laughed.
Suddenly, a small white bear came into the kitchen. He was funny stamping his small paws and loudly rumbling.
"How lovely!" Russia exclaimed, smiling and squatting down, stroking the white fur of the bear cub with his fingers. "What's his name?"
"Um, Kumakichi, seems..."
" Kumajirou," the bear said, turning to Braginsky. "And who are you? "
"Russia."
"And who is he? "He nodded, pointing to Matthew.
"I'm Canada... "
"You cannot imagine how I love such fluffy bears," smiled Ivan, kissing the warm fur of the bear cub.
"Ivan! " Canadian laughed.
In response, he heard a soft laugh.
Already on the threshold, when Ivan was about to leave, they met with America. Russia cheerfully smiled to immovable Alfred, and, with a wink, kissed the dumbfounded Canada on the cheek. Not in order to cause jealousy. He just wanted to remember the delicate smell of maple syrup.