Canada stood outside the conference room debating whether or not to go his last incident at the world conference Canada had not seen Russia once and he was now unsure of how to face him.

Canada gave a large sigh thinking it over. This time the conference was in Russia's country and unlike last time he would be staying the night in the hotel booked for all the nations. Canada had been planning on renting a room himself however a week ago America had called him and convinced him to share a room.

Just thinking back on the conversation gave Canada a headache. He had been sitting at home with Kumajiro watching the local news and flipping through the T.V when his cell phone had gone off, blasting, as it had been set extremely loud and snapping him out of his T.V reverie.

Fumbling to reach the phone he answered on the last ring. "Hello?" he questioned. Canada hardly ever got phone calls and he had a feeling he knew who the mysterious caller was.

"Hey bro! What's up? Nevermind I already know what you do up there in your igloo!" Canada sighed. "And what would that be Alfred?" " Eat maple syrup eh!" America practically yelled before trailing off chuckling at his own joke. Canada pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath.

"I'm kinda busy here, Alfred. Is there something you needed?" "Oh yeah, right, so bro...you know the world conference next week? Well I was supposed to share with England, but the jerk cancelled on me- can you believe that? That stuck up England cancelled on me, America! I mean who does he think he is? Anyways you got me off topic here bro- I was thinking since we like never hang out, we should share a room! Wouldn't that be awesome! And it would totally show England that I don't care what he does! Because I don't. It doesn't matter to me. Really bro, I don't know what you've heard but there lies!" Canada sighed. "Alfred I don't care about your relationship with England. I could care less. So stop rambling. Besides I'm really sorry about your whole room dilemma but I always go home right after the meeting. I don't stay."

Come on bro, don't make me stay by myself! There could be ghosts in the room!" Canada rolled his eyes, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. "America I'm not staying." Said Canada turning his attention back to the T.V.

"Brooo" Whined America starting to think he would have better chances getting England to stay with him. Ignoring the man, Canada flipped through the channels hoping that he would just give up and leave him alone.

"Come on, please!" America complained loudly for probably the millionth time. Canada groaned loudly startling the small bear half-asleep beside him. Groggily the bear looked up at him blinking. "Who?" "Nothing Kumajiji" Canada hushed wishing he had not woken the bear.

"Fine Alfred." He said "But just this once." "Hey thanks bro! I really appreciate it. You won't regret it after all my rooms where the party is!" Canada rolled his eyes. "Ok Alfred."

"Anyway's dude I gotta go the hero's always busy!" Boasted Alfred cutting the canadian off and clicking off his phone. Canada groaned as he heard the dial tone start his headache already starting to form.

He never liked staying the night at the hotels with the other nations. His first experience doing it had also been his last. Years ago he had again been talked into staying the night with Alfred. Having been his first time he had been exited and a little nervous. Of course Alfred had done little to calm his nerves. The night had started out ok but progressively got worse. Long story short everyone had forgotten Matthew.

He had ended up having to book a room in a hotel on the other side of the city and at that time he had vowed not to share a room with the nations ever again.

Which is why standing in front of the large door to the conference room with butterflies in his stomach Matthew wondered just how he had gotten into this situation.

Russia's P.O.V

Russia waited patiently for all of the other nations to arrive. Sitting in his seat near the head of the table he looked boredly around the room hoping someone would arrive soon. When the first group of nations arrived Russia scanned the group over trying to find the Canadian.

Disappointed at not seeing the familiar face Russia's face quickly retired back into it's usual erie smile.

Watching as the nations piled into the room he kept a close watch on the crowd knowing that the Canadians face was hard to spot especially with so many people around. The man had an annoying habit of disappearing from plain sight that the Russian could never understand.

Shifting his eyes through the nations Russia's face fell slightly as the nations all sat down ready to start the meeting and yet he could still not find the Canadian. And that's when he saw it. A little flash of yellow wavy hair near the American.

Russia still refused to acknowledge the man's name and had taken to calling him 'the American' behind his back and considerably worse things to his face.

Setting his lips in a slight sneer he decided to start the meeting all the while keeping his eyes on the Canadian to make sure he wouldn't disappear. 'Of course the man had been extremely noticeable when he was parading around the room in his underwear, but when he blends in he's just as hard to see as normal.' Thought Russia in annoyance.

Starting the meeting as usual it quickly became disastrous and Russia used the chance to steal glances at the smaller man. As he watched he noticed how Canada became when he was flustered, cheeks tinting slightly pink and his hand balling into little fists. Smiling slightly Russia was snapped out of his trance when he heard something shatter.

Closing his eyes for a second he slowly counted to three calming himself down before opening his eyes and assessing the situation. His thoughts clouding with rage he thought he would hit someone as he took in the mess of the room. Over in one of the corners of the room was a shattered tea cup and an enraged Englishman.

Of course on the other side of the table was a sheepish looking American and a smirking France. Upon immediate reaction he wanted to punch France in the face. Trying to calm himself down Russia tore his gaze away from the irritating frenchman and moved it to the Canadian.

Watching the man seemed to calm him down a little until Canada turned his gaze so he was staring right a him.

Canada's P.O.V

Canada froze as his eyes locked with Russia's. The man was looking not through him but at him. Starting to fidget nervously he waited for the man to look away. Eyes not straying from Russia's face he barely noticed when the nation's around him started to get up and leave the room.

He was snapped back to reality by a violent shaking on his shoulder. "Dude, what are you staring at?" Asked America.

Canada looked down avoiding his gaze and mumbling something under his breath. "Whatever bro, just hurry up and get your stuff together. The meeting ended like 5 minutes ago!" "Um...yeah ok..." Mumbled Canada.

America rolled his eyes and headed for the door. Once America was gone Camada took the chance to steal a glance at Russia. However when he looked up to where the man was sitting he was already gone.