Candy Stars || Ruscan ]

Part 1

Just as any other day Canada woke up at 4:30 AM to the sound of his phone alarm ringing loudly on his nightstand, singing a merry little tune that contrasted quite bitterly with his own mood.

He had a love hate relationship with his career. On one hand, he adored the attention and couldn't get enough praise. It just made his heart flutter to see people swoon over him on the streets, and to see people go miles and miles just to watch him strut around in a tight little dress for an hour. He was an attention whore, there was no denying that and if you tried to deny it even he himself would correct you.

But on the other hand, he hated having to go to sleep when the sun was still up and wake up when it was still down. He'd much prefer for the two to be reversed as that seemed much more appealing. There was also the issue of fans giving him too much love. It wasn't a rare occurrence for some freak to find him when he was with family or just by himself doing private activities, which he preferred not to share with the public.

Often these people would demand autographs, pictures, physical contact, verbal affection, and worst of all sexual favors. He may have frequently joked about being a slut, but that didn't mean he consented to a multitude of men and women trying to get into his pants all hours of the day.

He started the day by taking a cold shower which made him feel much better and more awake. He took cold showers as he had overheard a young lady talking to her friend about the wonders a cold shower can do for your hair and skin. And she certainly wasn't wrong, his entire body had never looked better and he felt more radiant too.

He then styled his thick curly hair and applied a small amount of makeup. He never understood why the studio he worked in was so bent on him not wearing much makeup. It wasn't his place to question things though.

He wasn't perfect despite all this, nobody is, he had what others loved to ignorantly call "imperfections" being freckles all over different parts of his body such as his face and shoulders, hip dips, particularly strange paw pads on his feet and more.

One notable thing was his two fluffy cat-like ears on the top of his head and his absolutely gigantic fluffy tail which swished back and forth as though it had a mind of its own and got strands of pristine white and red fur everywhere he went.

He had already broken three slicker brushes in just this week, and it was only Wednesday!

One good thing about having such a fluffy tail however was that if you threw some glitter on it it'd look like you were trailing fairy dust everywhere you went which did tend to get some "oohs" and "ahhs" out of people but also did prove to be very messy.

After he finished the multitude of small but important steps that his morning consisted of, which would all be too long to list here, he was finally able to leave the house.

He did have someone hired to drive him, and they were rather a friendly fellow. They had introduced themself as "Fin" before immediately then adding on that their full name was "Finland" and telling Nada to just call him whatever they pleased. Nada decided on Fin, as he liked the way it sounded and it made him think of a nice misty winter morning with thick snow and cool crisp air.

The first thing Canada had noticed about Finland was his rather unique features resembling that of a snowy owl, that being his large white wings. And, his glassy yellow eyes that looked like big full moons with a dark black slit cut into them. And most concerning his ability to rotate his head nearly fully around. The first time he had done it in order to back up without hitting anything Canada had hardly managed to stifle his scream of terror.

He was more used to it now though, so upon seeing Finland do it in order to exit Canadas long driveway Canada didn't let out so much as a peep, but the action still shook his mind a bit. It was just so disturbingly unique an absurd but admittedly charming in a strange manner.

Finland also had the most beautiful head of thick, shiny, white, and curly hair that Canadas eyes had ever had the pleasure of seeing. It looked like sweet pearly strands of sugary candy floss, while still appearing as though if you touched it it would feel like running your fingers though the soft feathery wings of a cherub.

Canada had made sure to compliment this their first ride together as he always tried to say something nice to people, and Finland had just chuckled and politely thanked the red and white country for their kind words but Canada could've sworn he saw faint purple blush gently tinting the owl-like countries cheeks and nose.

As they drove along the freshly salted roads Finland turned on the radio and Nada smiled. He had wanted to turn it on and despite not having spoken his wishes Finland seemed to know, and this made Canada very happy.

Canada leaned back against the comfortable red seats of the car, closing his eyes and letting the music overshadow and drown out all other noises as a small genuinely happy smile crept its way into his face. He was ready for a long, and undoubtedly exhausting day of work. But, the idea that he would be getting attention, and doing what he loved so much made having to work so many long and unforgiving hours seem like just a few minutes on some days.

And today was definitely going to be one of those days, he could just feel it.