RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 9: Teddy Bear

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial.

Chapter 9: Teddy Bear

"Al? Why do you need to know my capital?" Canada asked.

"Well cause I-…." America had forgotten why he actually was going. "Oh! Mattie! Your alive!"

"Yes. I'm alive… Oh I forgot to call you and tell you that… Oops." Canada scratched the back of his head at that. Russia sat there, knowing what was happening on America's side, but still didn't understand why America thought he killed Canada.

"Dude! Not cool bro! Not cool!" America whined, "So like, I'm in Vancouver….."

"Your in Vancouver?…" Canada said. Russia smiled at the comment, even if it was small, he had pulled a little prank on America.

"Yeah bro. I thought Russia killed you and he said I could come over to check."

"Oh did he now?" Canada gave a look to Russia. Russia looked back and then gave his smile and added a "kolkolkol". Canada couldn't help but find it funny, he was mad that Russia did that to his older brother, but at the same time, it was pretty funny. Canada was sitting there smiling and listened to America rambling on the other line.

"So like, where's your house?…"

"Al. I don't live in Vancouver."

"What! ? Whatda mean you no livey in Vancouver? ! Isn't that your capital?"

"No Al. It's not my capital. Ottawa. OTT-A-WA. That is my capital."

"Where the hell is Ottawa! ? That sounds like a sushi thing in Japan!"

"Al. We've had this talk before…. It's not a sushi platter, it's not in any part of Asia, it's in Canada. It's above you."

"I see a sky above me not any Sushi platters."

Canada rubbed his temples again, this was making his headache worse. "Keep looking." He said sarcastically.

"Oh! I see an airplane! And a goose! And a butterfly!"

Canada sat there, not really knowing what to say now that America actually looked. "Go chase the butterfly Al."

"I already am! Maybe it will lead me to candy land! Omg! What if it leads me to hamburger land! ?"

"Alfred. Are you drunk? Or high? Or all the above?"

"No. Why?" America said. That makes this situation worse….

"Al. Go home. Don't chase the butterflies anymore."

"What is he doing?" Russia finally came in. Canada mouthed a "you don't want to know" and continued listening to America ramble.

"So like should I go home?"

"Yes Al. Go home." Canada said. "Please. Go home."

"I think I should still come over~"

"I will tell England." Canada said as a last resort. America goes silent.

"Oh D.C. I'm coming!"

"Good boy Al. Good boy." Canada said. "Good bye Al." He hung up on the American before he could say another word. He dropped the phone on his lap and rubbed his temples again. Well. That was interesting.

"Headache?" Russia asked.

"Ouais." Canada mumbled.

"Stop speaking French. It's strange."