Oh My Sweet Maple!?

Ch.3 He's actually a Good Guy!!

Authors Note: This will be a rather short chapter. Hopefully the next one will be longer and make up for the loss of words in this chapter. BTW I just took "What Hetalia character are you," quiz and I got Latvia as the answer.

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Russia's P.O.V

I want to take this nation under me now!! GAHH!! He is too beautiful! You see, just a few minutes ago, the younger nation had no shirt on. I think he took it off with his sweatshirt and didn't even notice. He had reached for the shirt that I had taken from the closet and quickly put it on with a slight blush on his face the whole time. Sigh. I was able to lay my eyes upon such a beautiful figure. I can still remember such details. His rosy paled chest, his two light pink colored buds, and his slim waist. In my shirt he looked so feminine like and so cute, that I could not help but want to draw myself closer to him and just devour all of him. Of course, I did no such thing, but at least I've went further than anyone. I hope.

Just to make him feel at ease, I began some small talk.

"So next meeting is at your place and I was wondering if you could perhaps give me a small tour of your home."

He quickly turns the remote off having lost interest and looks straight at me. His huge violet eyes captivate me. I want to lean forward and kiss him right here and now! He seems to be thinking of the right words to use as if not wanting to upset me.

"Well Prussia invited me out for dinner after the meeting, but maybe if you join me a few days prior to the meeting day, then I shall give you that tour. "

He tells me all this while keep his gaze on me but with a slight hint of pink on his face. I quickly give him a nod to let him know that I agree to his proposal.

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Canada's P.O.V

I can tell from just a few hours or so of being with Mr. Russia that he isn't what others say he is. I've heard him being called a commie *cough AMERICA cough* which is meant to make him seem like some sort of strict dictator or something. Papa always says to 'watch out for the big, scary Russian man' which I believe is highly inaccurate. Since I have stepped foot in this house, he has done nothing but greeted me with a calm silence and occasional words. Though I hate to admit this, I was actually surprised he didn't try to touch me when I was exposed. I'm no narcissist, but I have been told by other countries and regular civilians that I'm 'cute' or 'adorable' which in return made me a bit insecure. I know, I know, if someone says that to someone, it's MEANT to make you feel good about yourself, but to me it only caused alertness.

The time is now 8:30 p.m. As of right now, I am being led to a guest room where I will be allowed to stay in for a few days. There are rumors that Mr. Russia has lot's of torture weaponry around his house, so far I've counted none. The hallways are quite nice. Most paintings seem to have some sort of warmness meant to be felt by the viewer. I am a witness to the warmness emitting from the paintings. One such painting displays a field of sunflowers, which I assume are Mr. Russia's favorite. There are other paintings that display individual flowers that are all grown in the warm regions. I also admire the vases placed on top of some sort of concrete tables. As I regain my focus on the figure ahead of me and the sleeping bear in my arms, I realize that Mr. Russia has stopped in front of a creamy colored door. The knob was a golden color with some decoration embedded on it. I was a bit in awe due to most of his house being shades of grey or some sort of blue. This door really stood out and was in the top stairs. I began to think that maybe this was his room and that perhaps he forgot I ever existed.

With a trembling voice I begin to speak up, "Mr. Russia, I do believe that the guest room is perhaps not this one?"

I automatically felt chills rise on my spine as he swung open the door and gestured for me to come in. He remained silent while fluffing up some pillows and scanning the room.

"This will be your guest room. If you need anything, my door is the first one to the left. I do apologize about some of the cold coming in, I made sure to have the room warm when you showed up, but I guess something went wrong with the heater."

Wait, does that mean he expected me to show up? What if I had rejected his offer to come, would I have been forced here? These thoughts sent chills all over my body. I remove my shoes at the door frame and walk in to feel carpet underneath my fluffy maple leaf socks. The carpet was a beautiful coral color. I then took in the scene in front of my eyes. The outside, was full of fluffy white. To me, however, it was the pitch black curtain draped over the sky that captivated my attention the most. As if taking in the same view, Mr. Russia gestured for me to get closer to the window. I felt uneasy but then joined joined his side to take in such beauty. No lamp could make this room illuminate beautifully as the moon and stars have done. After what felt like minutes, he began to grab my hand and lead me to what looked like a huge closet. As I had predicted, the closet was indeed big. Lot's of clothing that looked my size hung up on white colored hangers. I would have questioned him, but I felt to heart-touched to do so. He grabbed what looked like a towel and handed it to me.

"You might want a hot shower before bed, just to warm up your body."

I thank him and remind him that I also have dealt with the winter, so that he doesn't need to worry too much. He then directs me to another creamy colored door in the room. This time he stays outside the door frame and gives me directions on how to twist the knobs in the tub. I give him a quick smile and off he goes to his room.

I forget that Kumaniru was there and tell him that he'll be taking a bath also. As if knowing what I wanted to do, he runs out the door. I see him run towards Mr. Russia's house. My heart quickens and I began to breathe rapidly. I take a quick gulp and put on a straight face. I hear some laughter and some small growling coming from the room. As I was about to walk towards the source of sudden noise, my phone rings. My national anthem is then heard for a few seconds, but I soon answer the call.

"Hello?"

As I held the phone to my ear, I finally walk towards the source.

"HEYYY! It's Prussia, I wanted to see how you were." I hear Prussia talk but can't help and notice the sudden scene in front of my very eyes.

In the room I see an angry looking Kumatiru and a cheerful Russian. Here, we have Mr. Russia carrying Kumajiru on his head, holding the polar bear from his sides. Kuma is just growling, but seems to enjoy the ride. I began to laugh and forget about the phone call.

"Mr. R-Russia, please stop, it'll hurt later when we take a shower. If you continue, others will surely hear me. If you c-can p-please be gentle so that my sleep won't be sabotaged. Kumaniru is very sensitive to heights and small rides." I say all this is in what seems to be broken down giggles. But due to my low voice, I probably sound like a confused child.

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Prussia's P.O.V

A few minutes ago I had been talking to west about... dating advice. He doesn't seem to notice that he and the cheerful Italian are a 'thing' now. I tried to make him tell me about how he made Italy love him, but he had simple replied with a sigh. I wanted to tease him, but it ended up backfiring on me. He somehow knew about my encounter and my small crush on birdie.

"Why don't you give him a call and see if he will want to talk?"

It seemed simple enough, yet I had been a nervous wreck. I had dialed in his number hoping that Romano had given me the right one. To my surprise, birdie answered quite fast. I heard laughter in the background, but that didn't seem to matter as I heard an angels shy hello. I had been too excited and ended up yelling an exaggerated hey. I told him that I wanted to see how he was, but was greeted with silence.

Suddenly I heard, "Mr. R-Russia, please stop, it'll hurt later when we take a shower. If you continue, others will surely hear me. If you c-can p-please be gentle so that my sleep-"

I hung up before he even finished. I WAS NOT ABOUT TO LET HIS INNOCENCE GET TAKEN AWAY!! I grab a thick coat, my keys, and quickly hop into my silver Mercedes Benz. The only thing keeping me from not murdering the Russian is birdies safety. Hang in there birdie, the awesome me will save you.