CanLiet Oneshots

Story 1

A/N: Hello, readers, and thank you for clicking on my story! For those who don't know me, my name is LittleMissCactus and 99% of my profile consists of Hetalia. I am also terrible at titles, so most of these are going to be "Story 1", "Story 2", "Story 3", etc. I live off of constructive criticism, so if there is anything at all you would like to see fixed in any of my stories, you are strongly encouraged to let me know. Finally, if you happen to like this pairing, I have a 22 chapter long story on my profile that has PoLietCan (as an OT3) and RusEst entitled "Scarred". (I told you that I suck at titles. Don't judge.) Yes, I know that this is shameless self-advertising. Sorry. Anyways, I'll just start writing now. Oh, and I may or may not have actually done research on what connections would be needed to fly from Vilnius to Ottawa. Yeah, I need help.

Matthew watched the steady stream of people leaving the terminal intently, his head resting on a statue built in to the bench he was sitting on. (Yes, I there is actually a statue built into a bench at the Ottawa airport.) He glanced up at the list of flights. Montreal to Ottawa, arriving in five minutes. He couldn't help but laugh at how many connections poor Toris had to make to get here. First from Vilnius to Paris, then to Montreal, and finally to Ottawa.

Matthew was startled from his train of thought when he heard that Toris' plane was landing over the PA. He sighed impatiently and stood up, approaching the escalators leading to the terminals. Apparently Toris noticed him first, though, as he gave a sheepish wave. Matthew grinned and wrapped his arms around him as soon as they got within range.

"I missed you." Matthew said softly, briefly pressing his lips to Toris'.

A blush crept onto Toris' face.

"I missed you too. How have you been?"

"I've been fine. Things have been rather uneventful, though. How about you?"

"Well..." Toris laughed nervously, "things have definitely been... interesting."

"I can imagine." Matthew said sympathetically, "Hey, are you alright? You look pale."

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Oh, that's right!" Matthew said, "It's one o'clock in the morning for you, isn't it?"

"Is it? What time is it here?"

"Six pm."

Toris nodded.

"That would explain a lot. I suppose that you lose track of time when flying."

"Did you not get any sleep on the plane?"

"I slept a bit..."

Matthew raised his eyebrows. Generally when Toris meant "not at all", he said "a bit" if he didn't want anyone to worry about him.

"Well, I don't live that far away from the airport. You can sleep as soon as we get to my house."

"I should be getting used to this time zone." Toris protested.

"You look like you're going to pass out any second." Matthew said pointedly, "Your well-being is more important than getting over jet-lag."

The two of them started walking towards the parking lot.

"What's that sound?" Toris asked.

"What sound?"

"It sounds like people are playing drums outside."

Matthew blinked in confusion, then laughed.

"Oh! Those are the taxi drivers."

"What kind of taxi drivers do you have here?!"

"Protesting ones."

"What? Oh." Toris shook his head, "What are they protesting?"

"The short version is that they aren't happy about a new contract." Matthew sighed. Noticing that Toris seemed nervous, he added, "It's a completely peaceful protest. Literally all they're doing is playing drums and blocking the taxi pick-up spot."

Toris nodded, but still gripped Matthew's hand like a vice as they were passing by. Matthew smiled empathetically and kissed his cheek.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I've just... well, I had a bad experience with a protest when I was living at M-Ivan's house." Toris corrected himself quickly, being accustomed to calling him "Mr. Braginski", but now kicking himself for it.

Matthew didn't reply and unlocked his car. The two of them got in silently and drove for about ten minutes until Matthew spoke up.

"Do you want to get something from Tim Horton's?" When there was no reply, Matthew glanced up and smiled fondly when he saw that Toris was curled up the best he could be in a car seat, sleeping.