Country humans ships.

Canada X Russia, *PERS *REQ

Thanks RusCanFan for saving my life UwU... I should make a fandom ship shitpost book where I rant about all the ships I love. Then torture the ones I hate lol.

Russia sat across the table staring at a familiar's chest. He watched them bounce when Canada hopped on her toes from happiness or just moving in general. He sighed until a drink spilt on him. Nevermind it was that capitalists oil. "Oops! Sorry man didn't mean anything!" The Slavic growled getting up and taking off his shirt. "it's fine... capitalist." The Slavic's were there to commit a peace treaty at Canada's offence. He was only there for the red and white flag.

Russia took his shirt to Canada. "Hey, your brother spilt oil on my shirt can you wash it for me?" "Sure!" The Russian smiled at the perky girl. "Your beautiful you know that?" He said before he could stop himself. "Yeah! My brother tells me all the time." She grasps Russia's hand. "This way." And starts tugging him down the halls.

The Slavic followed confused until Canada pulled him into her room and shoved him onto her bed. "Stay." He obeyed crossing his legs as Canada shifted through her closet then pulled out a pile of shirts that America had ruined. "I forgot to return these! Also The girls and I will be leaving for a bit.. can you tell the guys to come to this area at 11:00 tonight?" Russia tilted his head. "Okay?" He took a shirt and pulled it on. "Heh, smells like syrup." He said. "I-Is that bad!?"

Russia chuckled raising his hands. "No, No! I like Canadian's scent." Canada relaxed with a sigh and hugged him. "Don't let America ruin these!" She scolds the Russian who used to smell of vodka and smoke now added with a hint of Canadian syrup. He chuckled. "I'll see you tonight..." "Don't go yet." "hmm?" Canada forced the Russian to look at her. His heart stopped looking at her was a death sentence itself until-

Canada pulled the Russian's shirt collar and kissed him. The two embraced for a solid fifteen seconds before separating. "Oh my! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-!" Canada fled the room. "REMEMBER 11:00!!!" Russia stood there confused as ever. Then he drops to his knees in joy. "Nada...!~" He silently screamed. 

11:00

everyone was settled excited. The girls had prepped this for awhile. then a light turned on to show Egypt and Japan holding swords to each other's throats. Then carefully the two moved away. They were dressed in long dresses with colours of their flags. But Egypt has some flashing embroidered gold and Japan speckles of red. The two danced in a mix of Japanese and Egyptian music which surprisingly mixed well...

The two spin away from each other then get dangerously close until Norway runs in and the music cuts into Norse and she takes control. Russia chuckles leaning forward wondering about Canada. Then two others join. Mexico and England. Their music mixed in an interesting way to the Russian but he was confused about where was Canada.

Then almost on time... Canada drops down with a scarf cascading through the air. "THAT'S MY SISTER!" "SHUT UP!" Canada's scarf trailed after her like a perfect cape. The girls stood tall as Canada spun around them before they all danced together in a mix of all their music... Then after that Canada leapt off the stage with many of the countries gasping until the Northern Lights caught her, they kept her up as she danced soon enough the girls joined in as the music died down until disappearing. Then the girls sifted through the crowd. Canada had stopped in front of Russia confusing him... Then she pulled him up and kissed him. 

A true nigth of light indeed.