Oh My Sweet Maple!?

Ch.2 Mein or Nyet?

Authors Note: As previously stated, I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. This chapter will contain some hockey material, so the game mentioned may or may not be accurate.

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Prussia's P.O.V

Damn that Russian. I thought my chance with mein birdie was going to be easy. No offense to Canada but since he comes out as someone hardly noticed, it's easy to make him have more time for the awesome me. Or so I had hoped.

Luck just waved me goodbye. Maybe me bragging to Spain about my encounter with birdie and our short but meaningful conversation was a bit to much? Either ways I was still happy to let Spain know that birdie and I will be going on a date after next meeting at his place. Honestly, I don't remember much about his home, since America always chooses the more noticed countries. Err that came out wrong, sorry mein birdie.

Back to why I strongly dislike the Russian man as of today. You see, after I left birdie at his car (cause I am a gentleman) Russia began to walk towards him. I could hear them exchange words. However, my attention is caught off guard by birdies smile. He's smiling and nodding. I swear he is so cute. I then notice him walking behind Russia with his bear in his chest and covering the bottom of his face. He looks shy, but I notice he seemed a bit irritated at the...murmurs? Oh. I see to my left that America looks like he's about to attack Russia but is being held back by a worried looking England. I began to let out a snarl, only to have the Russian look back and wink. He then made his way to a shaking Latvia and handed what seemed like keys. He really is an annoying guy. Still, I hold back. I've been wanting America to try and approve of me being with his beloved brother so I make sure to not start anything that may put mein birdie in danger. Even if it's about my pride or dignity being interfered with. Still, it seems birdie doesn't notice me or the fact that I want to be more than two people who chat. Why can't he notice my awesomeness?

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Russia's P.O.V

Those guys really make me mad. How annoying can a Prussian and Spaniard be? I don't really get bothered by Spain, but from how Romano acts around him, he seems like quite a pest. The Prussian, however, really annoys me. He acts a lot like America, except he seems to like my sunflower in a romantic manner. I notice how he likes to stare at my sunflower at the meetings. It's actually why I sit on him at the meetings. Protecting him from the hungry predator. Well that, and because his legs really are comfortable. Did I mention that it also pisses off the Prussian, since he seems to be the only one to notice. Like why go, you aren't a country anymore? I'll give my sunflower a leg massage one day for all the leg cramps I cause him. I wonder how soft his skin is. He seems like he doesn't do much agriculture, and with the winters he has, he seems like an indoor person. Thinking about things like that really make me want to just undress him or dominate him. Ugh! There's a reason why I haven't forced Canada to be mine. and that's because I actually like this kid. I'm not saying I would't make the first move, but I just want him to be comfortable around me. In that way, I can see how he truly feels and what his true nature consists of. If he were China or one of the Baltic states, I would take over in no time. But I don't want him scared of me. I want him to like me.

*Time skip to Russia's house*

Still Russia's P.O.V

Canada is currently on my living room couch, and his bear on his right side taking a nap. He seems entertained by the hockey match on display. You see, a while back my home team had a game early March of this year and it was one of the greatest victories ever seen. Of course my home team IS the greatest, hehe. So, in order to show the power of my hockey team I put on the rewind of that said game to impress him. Hopefully he can't tell. If he does notice, he doesn't seem to mind. I decided to let him watch while making a quick call to Latvia to bring back the car.

"Hey Latvia, would you bring my sunflowers car to my place, pozhaluysta? I understand the weather is not being too friendly, but we don't want to have an problems, da?" With that I wait to see if he'll disobey me or try to say he can't.

"S-sure Mr. Russia, I am still here. Um but who is er um your sunflower?"

Of course, I never told anyone about my interests in the Canadian, let alone that I had given him a nickname.

"It's Canada's car. He has a red Hyundai accent. Use the keys I handed to you before I left."

Before letting him try to say a word, I hang up. After the conversation with my ex-subordinate I head over to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for Canada and I.

After a while of sitting and watching the Canadian, I hear a car engine. Latvia has finally shown up.

"H-hello Mr. Russia, I have brought the keys and car. I hope you understand that I cannot stay tonight. I have personal issues to attend to."

Normally, I would have been a bit sad and beg to make the smaller nation stay, but seeing that I want a house all to sunflower and I, I prefer to let Latvia go. I hand Canada back his keys and hear him say a shy thank you.

I know he loves maple syrup, but I am not to familiar with his preferences in drinks. Hopefully my kindness is enough. I may seem scary, but I can be sweet when it benefits me.

Canada's P.O.V

I automatically knew that this game was a playback. Why? Because I secretly watch all of Mr. Russia's home team matches. The great CSKA Moscow. Still, I am drawn in by the team members and their techniques. I could learn some stuff. I think he may be showing off though. This game had his team at 5 and the Torpedo's at 1. One of the more greater victories done by this team. I suddenly smell something resembling chocolate. Hot chocolate!! He walks over to his side of the couch and hands me my share. I take a sip and am met with a sudden spark in my entire body. Maybe sugar was what I needed to feel better. As I take another sip, I notice him staring a me with a smile. The smile looked sincere. I couldn't help but smile back. Before making it awkward I decided to put my focus back on the game. I give him a quick glance only to see.. a blushing Russian? Perhaps it's the heat in his home.

Speaking of heat, I wouldn't mind removing my red maple leaf hoodie. I remove what feels like 100 pounds of fur. I then feel Mr. Russia get up from the couch. He then sets his mug down on the coffee table. I wonder where he's heading to. Whoa. He approaches a closet with what seems to be the size of my bedroom! I want a living room closet too!! I see him come back towards the couch with a shirt in hand. He avoids looking at me, red in the face. I see. Wait?! OH MAPLE! I had accidentally removed my shirt along with my hoodie. I give him a quick thank you, and put on the rather loose fitting shirt. This is going great.