RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 30: защита

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

Chapter 30: защита

"Slave? ! That was the best thing you could think of? !" Canada yelled, well he was quiet, but he tried at least.

"Yes it was." Russia said calmly. "Look. It won't be bad da?" The two stood in Russia's bed room the next morning after Russia had to talk down Belarus about murdering the Canadian and marrying him. Finally she calmed down a bit and held her tongue. Unfortunately for them, Belarus would end up staying until, most likely, they left for the meeting in Paris, and there was nothing they could do either.

Ukraine happily embraced her little sister the next morning as the two other nations slowly came down stairs to meet up with them for the day. "Slave." Belarus said. "Aren't you going to cook?" Canada looked toward Russia for an answer. Russia stood there with a bit of an annoyed look but he gave a nod to the boy.

"Get to work." He said. Canada nodded. "No yes sir?"

"Y-Yes sir." Canada said and started into the kitchen. Russia watched him as he went in.

"You mess up and I have an accuse to beat you." He said. "Got it?"

"Yes sir." Canada said, he certainly felt like a slave. Then again, he couldn't imagine how bad it was for the Baltics here. Canada got to cooking fast, not because of fear from Russia but from Belarus. He didn't know any Russian food, Belarus wouldn't be pleased. Canada quickly looked around the kitchen for any cook books, maybe he could whip up something real quick.

He finally found an old one shoved in the back of one of the cabinets, he coughed over all the dust that came off it, flipping the pages only made it worse. He flipped through with dust flying out at each turn, when was the last time Russia used this thing? Then again, it was his food, he probably memorized them.

Canada found something very easy, a dish called Grenki. It was simple, not much was needed, and it looked pretty quick. Some eggs, some water, bread, not bad. He looked around the Russian's kitchen for the needed ingredients, he couldn't find a thing, he couldn't figure out what was what either, everything was in Russian. He could only assume what was what. "Need help?" He heard. Canada turned around to see Ukraine standing there smiling, thank god a friendly face around here.

"Russia told me to check on you, he thought you could use some help." She smiled. Oh so Russia wanted to help me? He thought. "So. Need some help Matthew?"

"Y-yes please." Canada said shyly. "I was trying to make something but all the ingredients are in Russian."

"I'm surprised you actually read the cook book." She giggled.

"It had pictures..." Canada rubbed the back of his head. "I'm pretty lost though." Ukraine walked over to the Canadian and the book.

"Let's see. You messed up here." She pointed. "It's milk not water."

"Like I said, lost." Canada giggled. Ukraine helped him a bit. She got the right ingredients and started reading the recipe out loud. "Slice a roll. Beat up eggs with milk and salt. Heat oil in the pan and put well soaked in milk bread slices. Fry on every side until light brown. Sprinkle with cheese if there is any. Sounds good huh?"

"Yea. I guess."

"Have you ever had Russian food Matthew?" Ukraine titled her head,

"Well once or twice..."

"Oh! Okay." Ukraine smiled. "It's good, trust me, you'll like it."

"Okay." Canada said. Ukraine directed him to get out the pans and dishes then started cooking. They followed the directions carefully, though it looked like Ukraine knew what she was doing already. As they were close to finishing it, Canada couldn't help but think about Russia, how he was alone with Belarus, how awkward it must be for him; he smiled about it a bit, his suffering amused Russia so Russia's little suffering amused Canada right now.