Hello there~ This is my second ever fanfiction so I hope everyone likes it.

This is a RusCan story but other pairings will be hinted at or mentioned, so please don't kill me if you don't like them!

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Finding Canada

Chapter 1

Russia sat in his chair waiting for the world meeting to begin. Many of the nations had arrived but there were still people drifting in and out of the conference room. A few nations were already seated and waiting for the whole meeting to begin. But most were up and talking with there fellow nations. The mix of languages and ideas filled the room with a fairly active buzz. But everything was fairly calm due to the absence of a tardy America. Japan who had noticed this absence was inquiring out loud as to where America was while behind him having a fierce glaring match both Turkey and Greece tried to be the most helpful in answering the Asian countries question. Germany and Italy were one of the few sitting and talking about what they would do after the conference. Italy was pleading with Germany for them to go get some pasta and Germany only sighed and gave in. Romano and Spain talked about tomatoes, Finland and Sweden talked about projects for furniture, France and Britain argued about food. Everything was boring.

Sighing Russia smirked half amused half annoyed when the countries near him backed away upon hearing and noticing his slowly building irritation. He was eagerly awaiting for something to happen. Something that would give him some decent entertainment. Why else come to the meetings? Nothing really got done and and everyone feared him so he was always alone. The only saving grace was the stupid arguments and fights that broke out because of the rowdier nations each attempting to defend there not even scratched pride. From the corner of his eye Russia spotted a new figure enter the room. He'd seen the figure many times before, though he first noticed him one fateful day when he'd accidentally sat on him. Of course when he had noticed that he was sitting on the smaller nation he'd not moved, after all if the nation was too weak to do anything about him why should he not get crushed?

Lifting his gaze slowly Russia watched him. The blonde looked like a strange mix of America, France, and Britain. But he was different enough that he was definitely his own nation. Soft feather-like golden hair reminded Russia of sun-flowers gently being pushed by a breeze. Somewhat pail skin was broken apart by an oddly warm pair of purple eyes. They were not purple like Russia's no they held allot more light and colors. Slight dabbles of blues made the gaze even more intriguing. Yes Russia would admit that Canada was cute but rather weak and probably annoying. He was the younger brother of America after all, not to mention his ties to loud Britain and the rapist France. Russia allowed his eyes to follow Canada before he directed his eyes elsewhere. He had no time to be spent watching a weak nation.

Well... Maybe Canada wasn't weak. Russia thought for awhile. He'd been defeated by Canada once during the Olympics. Yes he remembered that day. The blonde was yelling and giving orders like an army general. His feminine features washed away temporarily as his voice ordered each person into some form of attack that brought down Russia and won Canada the game. But that was just hockey... Really when Russia thought about it Canada maybe had hockey but aside that he was definitely weak. Had he even helped out during the world wars? ... Had he? Russia blinked. He prided himself on his knowledge of countries and yet... He knew so little on the meek blonde. Oh well... A lack of knowledge on him would not do much harm. After all no one except for Russia saw Canada and the only reason he saw Canada was because he had debated on more then one occasion taking over the country... Canada had a large land mass right?

A sudden commotion dragged Russia out of his thoughts. Had America finally arrived to create a form of commotion with his idiocy? Russia's eyes darted about until they found the source of the commotion. Near the end of the table was Canada? And Britain? Well... This certainly was... New...

Canada had run to the conference room today. Worried that he was late he'd left Kumasomething back at the hotel room and ran from the hotel where all the nations were staying to the conference room. When he arrived he stopped in front of the door. Panting he fixed his shirt and blinked when he realized he wasn't late. A mix of annoyance and great relief mixed inside him. Annoyance that he'd panic and ran relief to realize that he was still a little early. Maybe today he would try and talk to someone...

Stepping inside the conference room Canada took a moment to look around and appreciate the buzz of languages and culture circling the room. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and this made Canada happy. He started to walk toward his seat when he thought he felt a pair of eyes on him. It was a strange feeling that sent a shiver up his spine. But in an oddly good way... Someone was... Noticing him? He pleaded with all his might that it wasn't Cuba who was about to assault him... But nothing happened. No un-pleasent punch. Turning his head slightly to follow where he thought the gaze was coming from he saw... Russia? But right when Canada really turned his head to look at the larger nation he noticed that Russia's eyes were not looking at him. Weird...

Turning his head back Canada continued to weave around the room to get to his seat. When he thought about it... Canada had no idea why Russia would look his way. They shared a few things in common but that was not enough to warrant Russia looking his way... Or not in Canada's opinion as he was very invisible. Shaking the thought out of his mind Canada smiled to himself. Russia had probably thought he was America if he had looked at him... And he should not hope for Russia's attention anyways as it could mean that Russia planned to take him over or that what America would think... To be honest Canada did not get bothered by Russia. He was indeed rather threatening because of his height and size but Canada was not creeped out by his deep purple eyes. If anything unlike most who would run from the nearly white haired northern nation Canada had several times debated inviting him for a hockey match as really Canada felt that Russia was probably the best opponent he'd ever really faced.

Canada snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he'd reached his destination. Today he got the seat near the back of the room by one of the large windows. He'd saved this seat because it was quite far from America's and he thought that maybe if he was far enough he could speak up without being drowned out by his older brother... He always liked how the sun would warm up the space here and he could look out the window. That way if he wasn't noticed he could at least day dream of nice things from looking out at the bright sky.

"AMERICA!"

Oh no... Any daydreams and nice thoughts shattered right then and there. Turning to see who the accuser was this time Canada came face to face with a very angry looking Britain. Why today? Things had been going so well... Canada cringed and winced as Britain began to yell out accusation after accusation while he grabbed onto his arms and shook him. The mix of being shook and the iron grip Canada knew would leave additional bruises to the many he'd already collected from previous misunderstandings. He just stared at Britain as he was shook. Behind Britain there was France who apparently also thought he was America and wasn't doing a thing... In fact everyone was just watching. Because... Because they thought he was America...

Something in Canada snapped right then. He was NOT America! He was Canada! They did NOT look or even ACT alike! And yes Canada loved his brother but... Mother of Maple he wasn't America he was Canada! Canada grabbed onto Britain and lifted the Brit over his shoulder before slamming him down on the ground and hard. The force was enough to make Britain let go and enough to make every head turn there direction.

"I AM NOT AMERICA!"

Canada's throat burned. He never really yelled. And when he did it was when he played hockey but this was yelling in anger yelling with emotions. The shocked looks he received only spurred him on further. He was going to get his point across!

"I'm Canada! CANADA! CA-NA-DA!"

Canada watched everyone grow more confused as they tried to remember who Canada was... The only person who seemed shocked but not so much confused was Russia... But Canada had no time to wonder why no he was to proud to stop now he had to keep going... Had to finish what he started! He was Canada for Maples sake. He had been a source for Germany's nightmares during the war, the troops were known for there courage and ruthlessness... He was Canada a the country that had asked for his independence not fought... He was Canada home of maple syrup, hockey and... Why did no one ever...

"Mon Canada! You did not have to be so forceful with Britain!" Thick french accent.. That could only be his papa... The country who'd practically raised him yet had no idea who he was most of the time? How dare he say that.

"SHUT UP!" Canada slammed his fist down on the table but did not react to the pain when his fist smashed through the wood leaving it in splinters. That would hurt later... "I-I did! No one not even you papa! Everyone thinks I'm America! I'm Canada... I get beat up all the time... I'm sick of getting bruises for America... I-I don't care if he's my big brother! I-I'M CANADA!" Hot tears were streaming down his face. He wanted out of here...

Turning Canada ran toward the exit. Tears streamed down his face and his eyes burned and blurred from the salty water that kept spilling out. He did not notice America walking in until he bumped right into his brother.

"Hey little br- Canada? What's wrong?"

Canada did not say a word. He did not trust himself not to scream anymore not to hurt his brothers feelings. He just stood there held back a little by America shaking and crying.

"Canada... What happened?"

He could hear the anger and rage seep into his brothers voice. America was always protective and Canada was sure that if he explained America would probably beat up Britain. But Canada did not want violence he just wanted to run away. He pulled himself out of his brother's grip and ran out of the door, out of the building. He just needed a few hours to cry. To think... To be angry at himself for being so rude and mean... Right now he'd admit he hated himself more then everyone else... But he still was angry at them... For forgetting him.

Russia was... Shocked to say the least. Watching Canada get beat up well... It wasn't really entertaining... Which was odd as usually he'd be all for that sort of thing. But something about watching Canada get shaken and abused verbally was irritating... And he even considered interfering but it was too late because Canada acted. In fact he picked up Britain and threw him over his shoulder and onto the floor. Before he began to quite literally yell. This shocked Russia even more as Canada did not yell really... except for Hockey but...

After smashing the table, breaking down, and telling France to shut up. Canada bolted. Russia blinked and watched the sunflower haired boy run tears streaming down his face. It irritated him oddly to see him crying. It irritated him even more when America was the one to stop Canada on his path and in a very odd mix of protectiveness and rage try to soothe the Canadian. But Canada only pulled away and continued to run. Everyone stood still while America began yelling at them all. He wanted answers for his brother's tears and he wanted them now. Russia knew he was probably the best spectator to give an answer but he did not provide one. He instead made his face neutral and listened as everyone tried to quell America's anger while explaining. Russia did not feel like smiling and scaring... He did not know what he felt.

The meeting soon turned into a horrible chaotic mess as America attacked Britain. France tried to pull Britain away while Japan pulled at America, but the whole thing was just a mess of anger while most other nations either stared in shock and confusion or like Italy asked everyone to please stop fighting while nearly on the verge of tears. When everything finally settled down a few hours later the meeting was called to an end until tomorrow. Many nations were eager to leave but America, France, Britain, and a few others stayed to talk out somethings. Russia had other plans in mind.

He quickly left the meeting hall and left the building. Normally he would go to a bar or go back to his own room where he'd watch a movie but today he decided to try and find a certain Canadian. Russia had no idea why he wanted to find the Canadian... But he did. He needed to find Canada. Luckily all the nations were staying at the same hotel so that narrowed it down considerably. And after having a quick conversation with the desk clerk Russia's search was narrowed down even more. Canada was in room 121 near his own which was 132. A quick trip up the elevator and Russia was headed toward Canada's door... Which he noted was partially open.

Walking up to the door Russia knocked gently. There was no answer no noise... Was Canada ok? He knocked again. Still no answer... He felt... Slightly worried for the northern nation. Finally he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dark and silent. But... Not entirely silent. No he heard the faintest whimpers and sniffles. Following them toward the bed Russia blinked a little. Sitting on the ground next to the bed. Was Canada. His knees up to his chest a pillow covered his eyes from which Russia guessed tears still flowed. Next to Canada was his polar bear that was gently rubbing his master's arm in a comforting fashion. Russia cleared his throat and gently knelled down. When he spoke he was surprised how soft it sounded.

"I found you Canada."

Was it good? Are you going to shoot me for typos and bad grammar due to my infiltrating french?

Should I continue make this a story or just write a quick end?

You tell me because idk!

And for the record I know you guys are wondering where Canada saying eh and Russia's sexy accent... But sense Canada was kinda yelling I did not know where to insert an eh and Russia only say's one thing so I could not give him his sexy accent really but when they begin talking more I will be sure to insert many of there speaking quirks.