RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 20: Jealousy

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial

Chapter 20: Jealousy

Winter is always so difficult to handle. The nightmares from him are worse than what you could imagine; he knows exactly what to attack in your mind.

"This is a rip off Mattie." America complained. "Canadian bacon is just ham!" America's loud and obnoxious voice was not welcomed so early in the morning. For some reason, America got up before ten o'clock, which was a complete miracle, and started bothering Canada. He was up for the past hour or so but he still couldn't handle his brother.

England had woken up late for once, a very rare occasion, and tried drinking his morning tea like always and trying to ignore the American's complaints. Russia saw the American was up and decided to go back up to his room to wait until he was gone so he could get breakfast.

"It's not a rip off Al." Canada protested while he ate his own breakfast, which was of course pancakes. "Just eat."

"Na ah. Rip offffff."

"Your American hockey is a rip off."

"Pff. It's much better than yours!"

Canada got a devilish look. "Would you like to test that? I can always go get my hockey stick~"

America quickly took his comment back. "N-No. Heh heh." Canada smiled, knowing he won that argument. "So um. We doing anything today?"

"I dunno." Canada finished his breakfast and made another cup of coffee, he just couldn't wake up this morning.

"Yo Mattie. You okay? You look tired." America noticed. "That's like your second or third coffee."

"Hm?" Canada took a sip. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just a little sleepy."

"Yeah I see that. You had a hard night or something?"

"Little bit." Canada decided to pour more maple syrup into his coffee, it wasn't sweat enough for him. "Were you walking around last night or anything?"

"Na me and Iggy-" America stopped himself. "Um. I wasn't walking around and neither was England. I don't think Russia was either."

"I wasn't." Russia came in. He decided that he was too hungry to ignore the American anymore.

"Oh. Good morning Russia." Canada yawned.

"Da. Good morning Matvey."

"What the hell is a Matvey?" America asked, it was the first time he actually heard Russia's little nickname for him. "His name is Matthew, or not even. You can call him Canadia."

"Canada." England corrected.

"Whatever." America said. "Don't call my brother by his first name. It's disrespectful."

"Al. Thanks for the little defense but you shouldn't be talking about what's disrespectful." Canada said. Russia ignored the American's remarks and poured a bowl of cereal for himself. "Oh. Russia if you want I could make you breakfast instead of just plain cereal." America didn't like his brother's comments, he acted like Russia was his friend, and America wouldn't accept that.

"No thank you." Russia said, politely for once too. "I do not want to have pancakes for the third day in a row."

"Forth." Kumajirou noted.

"Oh. Right. Forth day in a row." Russia corrected himself, a bit of a joke. Canada giggled a bit at the Russian's little joke and took another sip. America gave a glare at the two; he didn't like this one bit, and England noticed that. He noticed that America didn't just want Russia away from Canada, he was jealous.