RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 1: Beginning

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

Chapter 1: Beginning

Another world meeting, always starting, proceeding, and ending the same. America taking over as the leader, England and France fighting, Italy bringing up lunch ideas of pasta or pizza, Japan calmly trying to calm down things, Russia watching his Baltic "Slaves"-States not slaves, and Canada once again sitting there with no turn in the matter, all being broken by Germany's yelling.

"I thought it was going well!" America laughed, he's so bad at sensing the mood, which was clearly a bit tense.

"Well if that frog didn't have to bring up-" England started.

"Your just jealous!" France interrupted him.

"I would never be jealous of a frog!" England yelled back.

"Hon hon. Yes you would black sheep~" France laughed. It was starting again...

"Shut up!" Germany yelled. "You two will not do this again! We have already wasted 20 minutes listening to you two argue and all your damn chatter over stupid things! These meetings are only an hour long! We only have 40 minutes to get over this entire list." Germany held up a piece of paper with typed writing on it.

"That doesn't look that bad." America said. Germany flipped the paper over for a longer list, which was in a small font. America silenced himself with the shock of the list and took out a hamburger to prepare himself for the long and boring 40 minutes ahead.

The meeting continued calmly, mostly, with Germany leading the way. America had lost interest after 10 minutes and decided to have a "staring contest" with his food, until England slapped it out of his hand that is, which made the American gasp and almost cry about his perfectly good burger. Canada patiently waited for his opinion on the most recent topic, the Olympics, on how they should proceed with them in London, but his turn never came. (They actually skipped right over him).

Belarus seemed to stay close to her big brother as he quietly watched everyone talk. It was strange though; usually Russia would make some kind of nod or talk a little, but he was silence the entire time. He sometimes looked down at his notes, maybe to re-read them, but stopped writing them after the first half hour of the meeting.

With very little success, the meeting ended, everyone going their separate ways. Today's meeting was in Tokyo, Japan today, meaning it was hotel time. Since America's economy had dropped, most of the nations weren't in a good mood with themselves catching an illness. Most of them seemed to be much healthier today though, even America, who had been taking some pills to keep symptoms down. He often teased England though, who often went back to the hotel coughing an with a head ache.

Canada finished writing down all his notes while everyone got their coats and started to leave. He finished writing neatly and put his notes into a nicely organized folder, unlike America who shoved everything in the inside of his jacket.

"Okay Kumiju, it's time to go the hotel." He said to his little pet, who was sleeping under the table. His voice was a bit scratchy though, he had also been having a hard time because of the economy of his brother. He picked the bear up blew his breathe into the bear's face, which was a bit cold and smelled like pancakes. The bear opened his eyes and blinked.

"Home?" He asked, thinking the air was just the winter breeze back in Vancouver, the smell of pancakes just made him think it was home more. Canada grinned a bit and put the bear on the chair next to him.

"No, we're in Tokyo remember?" Canada said putting his jacket on. "We're going to the hotel."

"Room service." The bear said. Canada smiled and giggled a bit at his pet.