Two Can Keep A Secret

Chapter 15: The Canadians Interlude (1)

As the sun started to shine through the windows, Ivan slowly but surely woke from his slumber. It had been one of the best he'd ever had, and as he began to wake, he moved to stretch his arms-

"Enjoy your good nights rest, did you bastard?"

A dark voice snarled. Ivan's eyes snap open, and there, leaning above him with a knife pressed to his sensitive throat, is Canada.

But how excatly did it come to this point?
Let's go back a few chapters, hmm?

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Canada watched nervously as America exited the meeting room, subtly shaking. He can tell from a mile away his brother was in emotional distress. Canada stays silent, waiting until he hears his footsteps pass. Then, he waits until he hears another set of footsteps, and out comes Russia.

Canada immediately scowls, glaring deeply at Russia. He'd always disliked him for sitting on him during a meeting once, but hurting his brother emotionally? Canada absolutely won't stand for it. He couldn't care less if they fought physically, as he knows his brother can take care of himself. But when it comes to emotions, he's always been a bit sensitive, though he tried to hide it.

Canada's eyes are locked onto Russia, watching from the other side of the hall as he walks out. He doesn't know what Russia did, but he's going to find out. And when he does?

'Theres going to be hell to pay.'

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Canada was walking down the street, umbrella in hand as he scrolled through his phone. He rests on a bench under a canopy, watching the drizzle with faint interest. His mind has been out of sorts lately, and no matter how many times America assured him he was okay, he still worried.

A glint of silver caught his eye, and Canada immediately zeros in on it. His once content smile has now deepened into a frown. There Russia was, entering a café not too far from where he was standing.

'What is he doing in a place like that?'

Canada did not think highly of Russia, in fact, he didn't think he was even capable of being normal. He goes to stand and interrogate him, but stops in shock. Just a few minutes later, he sees his brother rushing through the rain towards that very same café.

Canada just stands there, wide eyed and still. He watches through the window as America and Russia sit in the same booth, and seem to.. get along?

Instantly, anger boils up inside of Canada. His expression hardens, his eyes go cold.

'Who does this bastard think he is?'

He seethes, eyes trying to glare a hole through Russia's head.

'He's trying to get into Alfie's head again, I bet.'

Canada grumbles mentally, watching as the rain picks up. He doesn't know how long he stands there, scrolling through his phone while waiting. Eventually, the doorbell rings, and they both step out into the rain. Canada follows them with his eyes, noting the path they take. His eyes widened in shock as he realises just where America is taking him.

Never, in a million years, would he reveal his states to Russia. So why excatly is he taking him to his apartment full of their pictures? This, sadly, only dooms Russia further, and increases Canadas belief that he is trying to manipulate America.

'This russian bastard-'

Canada may not have the guts to attack Russia, the nation everyone fears, but Matthew sure does.

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Now, Canada is not someone who jumps into action immediately, unlike his brother. You never plan a murder out loud, after all.

His grip on his hockey stick tightens, just an inch away from cracking the slim wood. He'd been practicing on the ice for a bit, to gather his nerves before he went and hunted down Russia. Canada sets the stick down on the table, getting up and heading to the kitchen. He sees his bear - Kumaji or something? Sitting by his food bowl.

Looking down at him, an idea pops into his head.

'I wonder.. if I bribe him, will he bite the bastard?'

He ponders, staring at the bears beady black eyes.

"Feed me!"

Canada groans, before picking up the bowl and setting some dead fish inside.

'Nevermind, he's as dumb as a rock. He can't help.'

He shakes his head, turning back to his arsenal of weapons. Canada takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves. He walks to his door, calling out softly to the bear,

"I'm leaving now!"

"Okay. Who are you again?"

Canada can only groan in annoyance, shaking his head. As he locks the door and starts to follow the path to America's apartment, he can barely keep the viscous scowl off of his face.

'My knife is going to have a special place in that russian bastards throat.'

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And now, here they are, at a standstill. Russia, a knife against his throat, and Canada, the one who wields it.

Inwardly, Russia can only sigh.

'Just how many more times am I going to be threatened?'

He winces as the knife presses deeper.

"Cat caught your tongue? "

Russia looks at him with a slight hint of annoyance, but immediately backtracks at the burning anger on the others face.

'Shit, wait, this is the war criminal. Oh god I'm so dead. It's alright, play it cool Ivan you'll be fine.'

"Not like I can say much with a knife pressed against my throat, hmm?"

'...'

'IDIOT!'

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Heyoo y'all! Goddamn, what a week. We wrote our Natural Sciences test today, and hooolly shit. Legitimately, I looked to my right, and saw the atheist kid crossing themselves and praying. AND THEY WERE ONE OF THE SMART ONES TOO!! Needless to say I went into that exam shit scared. I think I did alright though, so I'm feeling okay. Anyways, I've rambled enough, sorry for my long departure once again, but I hope you've enjoyed! Goeiemorê, middag, aand of nag!