RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 13: водка

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial

Chapter 13: водка

"Go away Winter." Canada said shrugging off the harsh voice, he knew if he ignored him, he would leave.

"You do not want to talk to me Matthew?"

"No. Go away." Canada quickly left the cellar with the Vodka and ignored the cold demon. He hurried back to Russia and was a surprised at what he saw. Russia sat at the couch, normally, but now with Kumajirou on his head. "W-What are you two doing?…"

"Your bear climbed up on me…" Russia said with annoyance.

"I wanted to see how high I could go." Kumajirou said.

"Get off Russia…"

"I don't wanna." Kumajirou said with a prideful smile. Russia gained more annoyance and titled his head. The bear quickly slipped off and onto the couch. "Dang it."

Russia turned to Canada with his important question, "Did you get the Vodka?"

"Yes I got your precious Vodka. I think Ukraine gave it to me or something."

"Shame on Ukraine. Giving Vodka to someone like you."

"If she didn't give it to me, you wouldn't be having it now."

"….Good point." Russia said holding his hand out for the bottle. Canada gave it to him and the Russian opened it easily. "Go get some glasses."

"Yes sir." Canada said with a bit of sarcasm before going to get two glasses. On his way back, the lights went off. Canada stopped walking and signed, oh maple the electric is out.

"Matvey…It's dark." He heard Russia call from the other room.

"I'm well aware of that thank you. Hold on." Canada felt his way back through the kitchen and to a draw, it was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing, his vision was still terrible in the dark. He stuck his hand in and realized it was the wrong draw after putting his hand right into the blade of a knife. He flinched back and opened the draw next to it and felt around for matches, and found some other things, a pack of cards, a cell phone charger, a light bulb, a phonebook, he realized he needed to clean out his little junk draw if he was ever going to find anything anymore. But he found the pack of matches, he grabbed the cards too, and made his way back to Russia.

He searched around the room for the table, once finding it feeling for the candles he had around the place for black outs like this. He finally found one and lit the match, then placing it to the candle and lighting it. The room was lit by the one little light while Canada lit the other one on the other side of the room. "There, that's better." Canada said. He went back to the kitchen, loosing the light from the other room, and grabbed the two glasses again. He went back to the Russian, who was sitting there bored, and sat down. "Your glass."

"Da. Thank you." Russia said taking the glass. "What's the pack of cards for?"

"I found them while looking for the matches. There's gonna be nothing to do sooo…"

"You want to pay a card game? I will beat you in anything."

"You can't beat me in a game of luck…."

"Da. I can."

"How if it's complete luck?"

"The cards will be lucky for me if they do not want to be ripped up da?" Russia joked. Canada smiled a bit.

"Well I have a game you couldn't beat me at cause me and Al made it up."

"Oh? You two were so bored you made up a card game?"