Oh My Sweet Maple!?

Ch.6 WHO?

Author's Note: I am so happy to be able to get to writing this. School is just too much. Anyways, I may or may no be introducing Netherlands in this chapter. If I do, I will be giving some background about his ties with Canada. So enjoy!!

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Canada's P.O.V

[Outside of airport]

Currently, the situation is that I am now on a plane that goes from Vladivostok, Russia to Tokyo Narita, -Japan's airport-. What I realized after I woke up yesterday morning was that, I am THE WORST drunk EVER!! So according to Russia and Prussia, I invited them to drink some vodka with me. Then I somehow managed to get to Russia's bed before I completely knocked out. Not fun, is it?

*Flashback*

I woke up to find myself wrapped in Russia's arms to the left, with my legs entwined with Prussia's to my right. Oh did I mention that I managed to have nothing but a freaking shirt on that belonged to Russia!! I began to squirm my way out, only to have both men wake up with a growl.

"Say Matvey, where are you going?"

Mr. Russia is more than creepy in the mornings, with his huge smile and twinkling eyes. I absolutely hate mornings, so smiling is not an option.

"Ahh, s-sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I will be heading over to Vladivostok to have a short trip to Japan. I have no means to be rude so pardon me. I also have to get Kumaniro and other belongings at the hotel. Goodbye."

Without a second to hesitate, I put on my dirty clothes from last night. I hope to get my pet bear and apologize to Cuba as soon as possible.

After a few minutes pass, I hear some mumbling and make a quick dash out the door. Fuck. I realize I left my car at the hotel.

"Need a ride?"

I gulp at hearing the Prussian offering me a ride. I hope he's a safe driver.

"Y-yes please, um by the way sorry about last night. I was being weird so.."

"It's fine, I did get to see some interesting stuff."

Did he just wink?? Oh I am totally screwed.

*Le time skip*

At the hotel's destination, I give him my thanks and head towards the hotel's front doors. This morning is not so bad, the weather seemed chilly but not too cool. The wind was pretty fair, and I didn't have an aching headache as I had anticipated.

After realizing that I had completely dismissed the room number that Cuba and I would have shared, I began to panic. After thinking to myself on how life is being unfair, I hear Cuba yell in my direction. He seems upset.

"Wahh, w-wait I'm C-Canada, please don't hurt me."

"Canada you say, why would I believe you? Canada left last night without a word and has not shown since. If you are Canada, then what exactly do you want?"

Ouch.

"S-sorry, I was drunk and had no clue where you had gone, I called a taxi and he drove me to Mr. Russia's place. I spent the night there. I have a flight to catch at 11:40 am that can't be missed. Please let me just have Kumakiro and anything else that belongs to me. We can hang out again some other time."

"Only Canada cannot remember his own pets name so I believe you. Just wait here, I'll go get Kumajiro and your phone."

After what felt like quite a while, I see my pet and Cuba with my phone in hand. I thank him and even give him a kiss on the cheek as a slight thank you for not going nuts on me.

*End of flashback*

Going back to the current situation, I am once again stopped due to my pet polar bear. After several verbal exchanges, I am allowed on the plane. Seeing how I managed to pass by all these Russians, I feel a sense of relief.

At my arrival, the time says it's now 7:55 pm. Oh great, now for the best part. Getting to Tokyo itself. It's only a 2 hour flight, but I am so tired. Napping might help, who knows. On the plane leading me to Tokyo Narita, I start to doze off, with thoughts filled about what I might have done with Russia or Prussia, maybe even with a certain taxi driver that I happen to remember.

Finally at my destination, I sloppily get off the plane. Lucky for me, I don't pack much. I don't mind reusing clothes, in fact I have not showered since my drunk parade. It is now 10:05 am and my mind is going in circles as to what the heck I'm supposed to do now. That's right, I need to call Japan.

"Kon'nichiwa."

"H-hey it's Canada, I um, I am in Narita Tokyo Airport, I was hoping if you could lend me your hospitality and allow me to stay at your place for a couple of days?"

Crap, I should have given him the heads up. Now I really screwed up.