RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 12: Snowstorm

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial

Chapter 12: Snowstorm

After their little talk, Canada went back to his work. Russia didn't disturb him, he knew the boy had to catch up on his work, and went back to doing his own. After a few minutes of looking through his papers and emails, he realized there was nothing more to look at, other then the dailies like his economy. But, he was done, and not even half the day was over. He sat at the desk in his little room with nothing to do, he signed.

"Entertain me." Kumajirou popped out of no where in his room. Russia looked over at him.

"Me first." Russia said. The bear jumped up onto Russia's bed. "What does your owner do to keep his boredom away?" Kumajirou thought about it.

"Inside or outside stuff?"

"Inside."

"A lot of video games." Kumajirou scratched his ear. He is like America, Russia thought.

"Anything else?"

"A lot of reading." The bear made himself comfortable on the Russian's bed. Okay not completely like America.

"Reading what? What kind of books?"

"I dunno. Big books."

"Da. Alright." Russia signed, he was bored. "Bear. Does your owner drink at all?"

"Yeah."

"What does he drink?"

"I dunno. Stuff in bottles."

"Your no help."

"He doesn't let me near his alcohol."

"I can see why." Russia said. He got up off his chair and made his way to the Canadian's room. "Matvey." Canada was on the verge of falling asleep when the Russian knocked.

"W-What?" Canada jumped up.

"Um. Do you have any books I can borrow?"

"Yeah. I have a bunch in the study. Take whatever you want just don't destroy them please."

"Da. I wont. Thank you." Russia said and looked for the boy's study room. He peeked into a few before actually finding it, surprisingly the house was bigger then he thought. He looked into the room. It was a organized room, book shelves surround it with a desk and couch in the room. It looked like an old aged study, one you would find in England or Austria's house, it was something he didn't expect the boy to have.

Russia looked at the books on the shelves, they were big, hundreds of pages in most of them, along with some small muliti chapter books. Mystery, horror, comedy, drama, history, you name it, it seemed the boy had it. Russia was impressed a bit, he didn't think the boy read that much. He skimmed some of the books, reading the backs and such. He realized he had a lot of books in French as well, a lot of them were romance, which interested Russia a bit more. All the genres impressed him.

He finally found one that interested him, a old play-like story that took place in Germany, he would of rather have it in Russia but it was good enough, there was a Russian in it anyway which made him happy. He then frowned when he found out the Russian woman was a hooker. The play was long, inappropriate, funny in a way, and plain out racist as well. Russia wondered why the boy would have this here, it had many, many inappropriate things in it, but he saw that it all in all was a good play, he would pay to go see the play.

He looked more at other books, he looked at the French books like they were evil things, but he liked the collection. A lot of play books he read were there as well, looks like the two did have something in common. Russia cured his boredom with the books and the time passed quickly when he noticed the time. It was a little past six o'clock and he decided to see if the boy was making dinner or not. He left the room, leaving it as he left it, and went back to the boy's room. He wasn't there so Russia went down to the kitchen to see if he was there, and he was.