So I am dreadfully sorry, it has been more than an entire year since I've uploaded anything to this story. I apologize I have been terribly busy and have either had no inspiration to write, I had writer's block, or I just didn't feel like it. So I said this one would be longer and we are going to see someone we haven't met since chapter 1...Let's go.

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Ivan tossed me in the car after the meeting.

"Where are we going?" Ivan just shushed me and drove until we reached a NCG theater.

Ivan took my hand and lead me to the concessions stand. "We would like a number two with two cokes. Also we need two tickets to go see Silence of the Lambs in 3D." Ivan looked down at me with a smile asking if the movie choice was ok. I nodded and snuggled closer to him. No one would be able to tell but I love the Hannibal Lector movies and the books.

"Feliciano it was just a fly. It is not going to eat you or attack you in any shape or form."

"Are you sure Ludwig? It didn't sound like a fly." I didn't have to turn around to know that it was Germany and Italy. Normally when we are amongst other countries we say the country name but in public we use our human names that way we blend in.

"You are in theater 3 which is all the way down the hallway to your left."

"Thank you," I mumble as Ivan and I walk towards the theater with our concessions. I lead us all the way to the middle and top of the seats, mostly because that is the best to be and partly because Ivan is really tall and would hinder the ability to watch the movie clearly.

The movie began and I was immediately surprised at how they could make this movie 3D. Halfway through the movie I felt Ivan shift beside me. "What's wrong Ivan. Are you ok."

"Russia use to skin people alive and hang their skins around the battle grounds like trophies."

"Should we go?" Ivan nodded slightly and we got up and left. Instead of getting into the car I dragged my love into a bar. Not my best idea but I hoped the large amount of testosterone and the loud noises would cheer him up. As we were about to walk into the bar Ivan tensed, I tugged his arm gently assuring him that it was ok. We grabbed a table in the corner of the bar that way we could observe and talk without being observed by others too much. I heard Italy say, "I like big parties. You have more privacy in larger parties than you do smaller ones." How true that was. Everyone is focused on each other or the group they came with in large parties but in smaller ones you have to entertain each other, everyone can see you and they will notice your movements.

"That doesn't answer my question Feliciano. Would you like to go home?" Germany grabbed Italy's hand and pulled the tiny nation to him.

"They're real. Here. Let me show you." The blonde nation obviously irritated shook his head.

"We are going home, once you start quoting The Great Gatsby it will just lead to quoting Catcher in the Rye and then you start speaking more nonsense about your past and we can't have anyone find out what we really are. You are drunk we are leaving."

"Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone." Even though Italy was terribly drunk it was true, some things should never change. Children should be able to stay young and oblivious to the cruelties of the world and the ones who know tragedy should protect them. I wish that would have happened to me, I wish mama would have protected me from my papas and maybe I would be different.

"Don't ever change Kanada, you are wonderful just the way you are."

"How do you do that Ivan? How can you tell what I am thinking?"

"I can see it in your eyes and your movements. When you are imagining a beautiful life your eyes sparkle, your take deeper breaths, and you sit a bit straighter. When you think about your past or anything saddening your eyes close slightly, your take in shallow breaths, you nibble at your lower lip, and you slouch." I blush slightly and turn away.

"You really do pay attention to everything don't you?" He cocks his head to one side and smiles.

"May I get you two anything to eat or drink?" I nodded and asked for Canadian Whiskey and Ivan ordered the same thing. It shocked me slightly that Ivan didn't want a screwdriver or anything else that contained Vodka, but I didn't show it or ask about it. The waiter took a minute to place the drinks on the table and then silently and walked away.

"That's strange, they are suppose to ask if we want anything else." Ivan's face went blank and he grabbed the glass that was closest to me. "Are you ok dear? You've been acting strange since we got here." He downed the glass in one swallow and nodded.

"Da, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." The minute he finished that sentence he bent over in a coughing fit. I stood up to assist him but he put up a hand waving me away. He sits up and grabs the other drink and downs it again. Not two seconds later he was coughing again and this time blood spilled from his lips. This time I ignored his request to have me stand back. I grabbed a napkin and started to wipe the blood from his chin.

"What's wrong Ivan?" I said as tears of worry formed in my eyes.

"Someone -cough- poured a str-cough cough- poison into our -cough- drinks." My mouth was agape with horror. Ivan composed himself enough to silence most of his coughing. "It must have been my sister trying to -cough- kill you. She used a poison even my body hasn't built up a strong resistance to. -Cough-" I began to cry, I didn't care if we were in public or not, no one notices me anyway. Ivan tried to stand up but he fell over immediately and threw up a large puddle of blood. Some girl screamed and someone else yelled "Call the ambulance." All I could do was cry and try and cuddle him as he lay on his side reassuring him that things would be alright.

The trip to the hospital was short, they rushed Ivan to the er to see what was wrong, I followed even though I wasn't suppose to. It's not like they could see me anyway. I watched the doctors as they rushed around the room plugging him into machines to keep track of his vitals. One of the nurses said that he was in a bar when the ambulance was called, and she suggested a stomach pump. I watched with tears in my eyes as my love was being poked and prodded by needles and tubes.

"You're going to be alone again. You are going to be invisible to everyone. He hates you, I hope you know. Ivan has never loved you, he was just using you."

"For what? For sex? Well let's see that's only happened once. He has never used me." I reply mentally.

"He has, he uses you to help get his crazy sister away from him. It's the only reason he's kept you alive. He uses you to seem like he's not such a bad guy so it draws in the rest of the countries into trusting him. After all their guards are down Russia can take over and destroy everything."

"No! You lie."

"He wants nothing to do with you, he never wanted you."

"You lie, you lie," I repeat holding my hand flush against my head trying to block out the voice.

"Poor little Canada, weak and useless, will now forever be alone in the world again."

"SHUT UP! Shut up shut up shut Up!" I scream out loud. The doctors and nurses looked at me with questioning looks on their faces.

"Who let him in?"

"No one sir, the door has been locked so no one could interfere." replied one nurse.

"No one ever saw him enter the room." said another nurse.

"I want him out, he can't be here." A few nurses led me out of the room while I sobbed.

Hours passed and they finally let Ivan out of the E.R and put him in his own room. I followed in and sat down right next to my love and held his hand. Eventually the tears stopped and everything was silent.

"Matvey?"

"Yes Ivan? What do you want?"

"I must go, I must leave you now." A tear slid down the side of his face.

"No you can leave me, please don't go."

"I must, my body is growing weak. I'm so tired," he sighed heavily as more tears fell.

"No, don't leave me. Promise me you won't leave."

"I can't make promises I might not be able to keep you know that. But I need you to promise you will never forget me and our memories together."

"I promise…..I promise Ivan." Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I climbed up onto the hospital bed with him and gave him a deep loving kiss. By then his lips were going cold as the life was fading from his limp body.

"Matvey I see an angel with a vase full of sunflowers. They are so pretty but they don't even come close to being as beautiful as you. She says that I'm going to a place with no more snow and it will be filled with as many sunflowers as I want …..I'm going to miss you…Matvey, my lov….." The machine keeping track of his heart beat goes into this continuous noise were there are no breaks.

"IVAN DON'T LEAVE ME OH GOD PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" The salty tears began to flow like rivers down my face. "Ivan don't leave me alone. Who will be there to keep me safe when I have a bad dream? Who will make me smile even on my worst days now? Come on tell me who because as far as I've known only you can do those things, please don't leave me."

"Excuse me but you will have to get off of the bed we need to help him." The Doctor says. That damn person didn't even have a hint of sympathy in his voice.

"NO!" The 2 nurses that walked in with the doctor had to pull me off of him. I let them peel my body off of his. As soon as I was off of Ivan I quickly moved my hand and grabbed a pen that was in the breast pocket of there scrubs and stabbed my jugular vain.

My life flashed before my eyes...

"You bloody wanker!" England yelled across the room at America.

"Dude England it was just a suggestion." With that England throw his tea at Alfred. These meetings are always the same…America suggest something completely stupid, England voicing his opinion on that idea, France butts in, The arguing continues for half and hour before Germany decides to get up and take control of the meeting...

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So the end :) ? I hope you enjoyed...So yea...