Dressed For Rejection

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Russia continued to stare away. He felt awkward, but also a mixture of satisfaction. He enjoyed sitting by the Canadian and listening to music.

However, at the same time, the Russian wanted to interact with Canada. He remembered his original plan of trying to escape from his family, and it had worked.

But now, he wanted to be around the Canadian more than he used to. He wasn't annoying, they shared similar music taste, and..

Russia had been denying it for the time he had been around him, but, Canada was cute. His hair was soft, his eyes were pretty, and he had a charming laugh.

The Russian felt his face get hot, and he tried to suppress all his feelings for the man beside him. Russia slowly turned to the Canadian, and Canada was staring right at him.

He was a little surprised, and his gaze flicked away for a second. Russia kept staring at him, though, and they finally met eye contact again.

Canada slowly moved his hand, leaving it close to Russia's. Russia found it hard to breathe, just too taken aback by the sight of the stunning Canadian in front of him.

The slightly smaller country finally put his hand on top of Russia's. Meanwhile, his face was inching closer and closer to the slightly taller males face.

Eventually, Canada was breathing on Russia's cheek. The Russian would've shuttered, but he was so shocked and lost in his mind. The Canadian grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers with Russia's.

"Russia?" Canada murmured, closing his eyes. Russia was still kept in the Canadians trance, just barely able to respond. "Y..Yes?"

There was silence.

All so suddenly, Canada planted a kiss on his cheek. The Russian froze up completely, his eyes wide.

Russia fell backwards, dragging Canada down with him. The Russian flipped himself over, though, resulting in him being on top of the Canadian.

Soon, the two found themselves attacking each others shirts, and closing the gaps between their lips passionately.

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France was absolutely fucking losing it.

She screamed profanities, letting all hundreds of her years of life out on everyone else.

The French lady was fighting with Britain. They were specifically fighting over Canada, fighting over the fact of leaving him at his house.

"OF COURSE. You're too stupid to maintain one person, so why would you ever think you're responsible enough to maintain FOUR?!" She screamed, delivering a vicious slap to Britain.

He staggered backwards, making an angry retort back at her. "You can't maintain anything, let alone half the shit that I can! If you're so focused about Canada, wouldn't you have noticed his disappearance?!"

"Shut up! You were too busy arguing with the rest of our family, and you know your annoying voice makes me unfocused!" She shouted.

The two kept on screaming, while Australia, New Zealand, and America sat together in silence. The two arguing were outside of the car, in a Walgreens parking lot.

The other 3 were inside, all casting each other concerned glances.

Finally, America spoke up. "Can you move? I'm gonna go back to Canada's." Australia moved out of the way, and America squeezed past him.

He opened the car door, shut it behind himself, and pulled out his phone. Quickly, he got an uber, hoping that it would come fast. He was tired of hearing his parents argue.

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America stood in silence, gazing at the houses that surrounded him. He walked up the very few steps that lead to Canada's porch. The American quickly opened the door, walking inside.

"Canada?" He loudly called out, glancing around the seemingly empty house.

Canada was underneath Russia, basically half naked. Russia's music had long stopped by now, and they were quietly humming their satisfaction.

The Canadian paused, gently pushing Russia off of him. His face was red, but he looked rather concerned. "Russ, I think someone is here." He murmured under his breath, and the Russian close to him looked a little disappointed.

"Alright.. Get your clothes on. I'll be waiting here." The slightly taller male whispered, grabbing Canada's face and giving him another kiss.

The Canadian nodded, quickly backing away after he had been kissed. He threw on his clothes as quickly as possible, making sure that he didn't look too out of the ordinary.

He opened the door, walking out, then shutting it firmly behind him. Canada quickly made it down the steps, trying to seem as normal as possible (like he wasn't just making out with his brothers enemy).

"Yeah?" He asked, relaxing as much as possible. The American looked relieved. "Sorry for forgetting you. The family was fighting and stuff, and they still are.." He laughed.

The Canadian frowned a little. "Thanks." His eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms. He wasn't trying to be mean, but he wanted to get back to Russia immediately.

"Do you think you can leave now? I need some time to think about what you and the rest of our family did." He growled, his glare getting a little harsher.

America glared back at him. "When did you get so mean? But fine, I'll leave." The American sighed loudly, turning around and walking away.

Canada watched him, and only turned away to go back up the stairs when he was sure that his brother left.

The Canadian made a comment in his head, and turned around. He walked back up the stairs, not wasting any time to get back to Russia.

He walked down the hallway and opened Russia's door, not bothering to knock. The Russian was on his phone, and he glanced up at him.

Canada swore that he saw the ends of Russia's lips curl up and tug into a smile, but it was gone too fast before the Canadian could be sure.

"Well?" He asked with one simple word, for he did not want the specifics. Canada sat next to him, and shrugged. "He bothered me, but he's gone now."

Russia nodded. "Better than him staying," The Russian still said very little. He turned and planted a kiss on Canada's forehead.

The things that happened today were certainly not expected.