Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did there would be a lot more Canada.

China looked to his right and to his left…if what he was about to say was overheard it could be a catastrophe.

Satisfied that everyone else was not paying any attention to the two nations, Yao leaned in toward Germany.

"It has no proper name, but it is a...a well for the lack of a better word I would say it is a quirk, or better yet, an addiction of sorts. We are not truly human, but we have all of their emotions, and on top of it we feel whatever they feel. When they are sick, so are we. When they are all angry at something, so are we. And it isn't just our people who we are tied to. When there is a natural disaster or war, something that harms our land, we are physically hurt."

Germany nodded in agreement. "I know all of this already." he interrupted. "But like I said there is nothing happening to his land or his people."

China put up his hand. "Let me finish Ludwig. What we as nations have to go through on a daily basis can extremely stressful, and though we are not like normal humans, we are closer to them than we sometimes like to think. We need something to deal with the stress, something that calms us down, like they do. But for the most part, we do not realize that we do this."

China paused for a moment, trying to think of a good example.

"Like the young Italy brothers. Have you ever seen North Italy without a plate full of pasta nearby or South Italy without tomatoes?"

Germany recalled how his companion reacted earlier in the lobby. "When I said that pasta was not important to Feli, he changed. It was like he could rip off my head."

China nodded. "I remember when the leader of the UN mentioned that there may be a shortage of grain, and therefore pasta noodles would be harder to come by, the young Italian nearly throttled the poor man. My point is what Feli uses to calm himself down is pasta. It is what prevents the stress from becoming overwhelming."

Germany nodded in understanding. "So you think that Mr. Canada is suffering from withdrawal right now?"

"That is exactly what I am thinking. Unfortunately figuring out the problem is the easy part. Finding out what Mr. Canada needs and getting it here is going to be hard. I am not well acquainted with him, and I don't think many people are. Do you know him at all?"

Germany shook his head no.

China sighed. "I guess I could go and ask Mr. America about Mr. Canada seeing as how they are brothers."

Germany nodded. "Mr. England may also know what to do." He began to raise himself up from his chair when China lifted his right hand, motioning for Germany to stay.

"Try France first. He is more likely to give us information than England is. England doesn't like to talk about his colonies all that much."

Germany nodded. "I will go and find him." Germany stood up from his chair and was about to walk away when he paused and looked back down at China. "How bad do you think things will get if we aren't able to find what Mr. Canada needs?"

China also stood up from his chair and looked up at the blonde nation. "Let's not find out."

And with that, the two nations went their separate ways.

In another part of the hotel, in a dark room that was illuminated only by the soft flicker of a dozen televisions, a certain Russian wassmiling at a monitor that had recorded the entire conversation.

Russia, also known as Ivan, was enjoying himself. This is why he had every common area in and around the hotel bugged. You never know what information you might overhear, and Russia just heard an earful.

He leaned back on his chair, and reached for the remote that was to his left, and clicked off the monitor. On his right there is a table that held only two items, an empty glass and an almost equally empty bottle of vodka. Russia reached for the bottle, ignoring the glass. An event like this deserved a drink straight out of the bottle. Downing the rest of the clear liquid in one swing, Russia stood up and was about to leave the room when something on another monitor caught his attention. It was Mr. Canada walking down a hallway with a rather evil look on his face.

Intrigued, Russia sat back down to see exactly what the young nation was up to. He saw Canada stop and began to talk to someone who Russia couldn't see due to the angle of the camera. Frustrated, Russia checked out the other monitors to see if one of their cameras covered that blind spot. None of them did, so Russia turned the volume up on that screen, and was able to catch the tail end of the conversation.

Canada: "I saw the seating arrangement. He is sitting right next to your future fiancé."

Unknown person: "This is unacceptable! He knows I must be the only one at his side!"

Russia felt a cold chill run down his back. It couldn't be?

Canada: "Then you must have a 'little talk' with my brother."

Unknown person: "I will kill him. He will rue the day he came between me and my true love."

Russia began to shake. "No…NO! NO! NO! Not her!"

Canada: "Well Belarus, I'm sorry I must be going, I have to get ready for the meeting. Oh, and America is probably down in the dining area, eating an inhuman amount of hamburgers at the moment. I wouldn't waste anytime getting down there…I don't know how long he is going to be there for, and the meeting will be starting soon."

Belarus had moved forward, so now she was fully visible on the screen.

Belarus: "Thank you Mr. Canada."

Canada: "Oh no Belarus, thank you. And I hope you and Russia have a wonderful life together."

Belarus nodded, and began to quickly walk down the hallway, pulling her knife out of only god knows where, and began her hunt for America.

Safe (for now) in his room Russia scrambled for his bottle of vodka and took a swig, only to realize that his bottle is empty. He was about to go look for another bottle when he notice that Canada was still standing in the hallway, and that he was looking directly into the camera.

Canada took a few steps closer to the camera. He looked up into the lens, tilted his head slightly to the left, and with a grin that could rival the one of Hannibal Lecter, he spoke.

"This is what you get Russia…you should of never forgotten about me."

And with that Canada went down the hallway, leaving Russia to stare at an empty monitor.

Authors Note:

I am currently hiding out in a bunker in an undisclosed location. I feel like this is nessesary since I have not updated in AGES and I only updated this short little thing.

If it is worth anything... I am sorry. I just got lazy, then life happened, then I gave up...and now you have this. Just please don't get your hopes up, it may be a while until I do this again. I am working full time now and doing that and having a social life, I don't spend enough time infront of the computer to actually write paragraphs. What you just read was done pretty much line by line.

Again, I apologize.