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{Fluff/Angst?} - Russia x Canada [PART 1]

Requested by moonmotha,  even if we aren't friends anymore I though this would be something that I could do. Hope you enjoy :)

This was inspired by COUNTRYHUM4NS's book "manifesting my inner russia x canada" (Link in the comments)

And The_truthfully_odd's book "Honey and the bear (Discontinued)" (Link in the comments)

Please check them out :)

This has no historical accuracy and my French lessons did me no justice for this and I don't know Russian so yeah.

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Russia awoke from a dreamless sleep, heaving himself up from his bed. He had a meeting tomorrow, one that he wasn't excited for. America was going to be there along with his father and two of his siblings. Russia heard from one of his siblings that it was going to be Canada. He didn't know much about Canada, so perhaps the meeting would be a good chance to get to know him better. But then again, would he really want to get to know someone related to America?

Russia shifted his focus to something more worth his while, such as making it downstairs. He slipped on a new pair of clothes and left his room, immediately doing a 180o to brush his teeth in the washroom beside his bedroom. Feeling a little better he quietly headed down the stairs in front of the hallway of doors like his own.

The house was abnormally quiet and any traces of disaster were missing. Huh, Russia thought. Either his siblings left to go somewhere or they were still sleeping. Due to the lack of disaster and destruction, he suspected they still hadn't awoken yet. Glancing at the clock it read 4:23. Yep, still sleeping.

Russia drew a breath and got out the cereal, quickly opening the fridge to get the milk. From then on he just continued with his daily routine, sitting down at the large table with a plentiful amount of chairs for the large family it supplied. After finishing his cereal and washing his bowl he went to brush his teeth again, disliking the taste of cereal sticking to his mouth.

There he stared at the mirror, his reflection of a white, blue and red flag staring back at him. Dropping his gaze, he let out a sigh. Raising his hand he drifted it over the crowded cup of toothbrushes and picked out his own. It was a translucent red, a frayed sticker with his name on it. Russia himself wanted a dull solid coloured one, but Kazakhstan insisted on having colourful and diverse ones to tell the difference- or something like that, Russia couldn't remember.

Russia gave a predictable sigh for having to remember all these trivial things, when instead he could put his mind to better use. Rinsing his mouth again he went back downstairs to the doorway, putting on his dark coat with a fur lined hood, ukansha and heavy winter boots.

"Уже уезжаете?" A voice called to Russia from the stairs. Russia whirled around, surprised to see Belarus standing on the stairs in a light coloured outfit, classic red and white patterned scarf around his neck matching part of their flag.

"Ah... я am heading to the... nevermind." Russia said, trailing off mid sentence, but Belarus already knew what Russia was going to say.

"Я thought теы were going to take Ukraine with собой?" They replied innocently, clearly forgetting that the meeting was tomorrow and not today. With this Russia internally grimaced. He wasn't on the best of terms with Ukraine to put it lightly, although his actions were motivated by his government whereas his thoughts were from the people, so as said, life was full of contradictions. Things were complicated.