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chapter 3

"And after he helped me up, he kinda just...disappeared..." Canada explained before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Um... you know what they say about that dude. He's pretty creepy," Canada's brother, Amarica, warned. "If I where you, I'd stay away from him. And if you do meet him again..." his concerned frown grew into a childish, elated smile, "you can always count on me to rescue you, 'cause I'M THE HERO!"

Canada, half amused and half frustrated, gave a barely audible, airy chuckle as his vociferous sibling leaned back against the wooden bench, laughing like a narcissistic toddler.

Canada absent-mindedly gazed at the stunning collaborations of vividly coloured flowers and trees in America's garden. The patio on which they where seated on was lined with lustrous, vivid green bushes, with cream, yellow and pink flowers peeking their heads from between the leaves.
I didn't think America's place could be this tranquil... if only America himself could be a little less noisy.

Once his little fit had died down, he turned to his brother once again, his gaze holding a lot more seriousness than it had a moment ago.

"But seriously, dude, keep away from that guy. Have you seen the kind of things he does to China? And the baltics?"

Canada's gaze bashfully averted from his brother's sky blue eyes to the cold patio beneath them. He was well versed with Russia's childish cruelty. An unexpected surge of grit and uncharacteristic resentment spat the words out of his mouth,

"Russia isn't some kind of monster! He's been through a lot- so much more than YOU have! Pay some respect!"

Realising America had began to back away from him in fear like he was a wild animal, Canada swiftly apologised and returned his gaze to the floor.

"I'm just trying to warn 'ya bro," America stated, breaking the awkward silence following Canada's outburst, "I've seen him do some really messed up stuff."

Canada began to fidget uncomfortably. America continued, "I just think you should try your best to avoid him, for your own safety-"

"Thank you so much for the coffee, but I think I should be heading off now," Canada voiced hastily, rising from America's wooden garden bench. "Alright, well thanks for coming!" Canada flashed a small smile, slightly relived that his brother couldn't since the mood, for once.

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Staring through the foggy window with his intoxicating lilac eyes, Russia longed for the tedious interval to be over. He, along with a handful of other countries, where waiting for the rest of the world to arrive so that the thoroughly frustrating meeting could begin.

Russia was soon pulled out of his daydreaming when he sensed a gentle plodding behind him.

Grinning, he turned to see the cause of his wistful dreams that had plagued him day and night: Canada.

Rather excitedly, he stumbled out of his chair to greet him, but to no avail. Canada simply walked past, clearly trying to block Russia out.

"Privet, Canada!"

To Russia's dismay, he refused to respond, and he strode to the opposite side of the room, taking a fragment of Russia's heart with him.