RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 42: Joyeux anniversaire Canada

This story was influenced by "Giving In" by Artificial

Chapter 42: Joyeux anniversaire Canada

By the time the two nations actually got to Canada's house, it was only nine o'clock in the morning, there was a six hour time difference between France and Canada, it made the two tired because they had gotten up early in France to arrive early here, though the nap on the plane worked out pretty well; until Kumajirou sneaked out of his seatbelt and jumped on the two's stomachs.

Canada was just happy to be home again, after what had happened at Russia's house and then in Paris, he was just glad to walk in and plop on the couch, which he did. He yawned a bit, closed his eyes, and just laid there with the familiar feels and settings. Russia put his suitcase down by the door when he walked in, Kumajirou walked in beside him and quickly went to lay down on the floor next to the couch. Russia came in more and peeked in on the Canadian. "Matvey, do you want me to make you some coffee?" Russia asked. Canada, face down on the pillow, nodded a bit; he was tired as hell. Russia made his way into the kitchen and to the coffee maker, he hated that Canada's was so updated compared to his, he never really knew how to work it right. Luckily, he figured it out and brewed some up. He got a mug out of the cabinet and poured it in, then added milk and sugar; knowing he liked it sweat, he added a lot. And of course, he added in a big splash of maple syrup, hopefully it was enough.

He walked into the living room and stood over the boy as he looked like he was sleeping. "Matvey, I made the coffee." Russia said, Canada didn't move. "There's maple syrup in it." Canada jumped up and sat now, reaching his hands out for the coffee like a cute child. Russia smiled a bit and gave him the coffee. "Here you go." Canada smiled and took a sip.

"Hmm~ It's good~" Canada smiled and took another sip. "You make good coffee."

"Da, good. I tried." Russia smiled a bit. "I'm going to go put my things upstairs okay?"

"Yeah sure thing," Canada stood up and kept drinking. "I'm just gonna take a shower and change and then I gotta go handle a few things, kay?"

"Da, no problem. Will you be back soon though?"

"Yeah, probably, it's really my day off so I shouldn't have that much." Canada chugged the rest of the coffee and went to go shower before Russia could ask another question. He took the boy's coffee cup off the counter and washed it out, then made his way up stairs with his bag. He put his bag down by the desk in the room and relaxed a bit on the bed. After a few minutes, Canada called for him; he got up pretty quick and made his way downstairs to the boy. "I'm going now, you can just do whatever you want I guess-no looking at country stuff though."

"You have no nukes, I have no interest in your country."

"You and the nukes..." Canada glared a bit. "I'll be back soon." He picked up Kumajirou and gave a little wave to Russia. He went out, into the car, and drove off. Russia sighed a bit, he went back up to the guest room and laid on the bed, figured he take a nap and get some sleep that he needed. He didn't expect to sleep so long, he slept most of the day, at least until it was supper time. When he woke up, the sky was darker and the sun was going down; he sat up in his bed and blinked with confusion, he didn't except to sleep that long. He stretched his arms out and got up from the bed, then walked over to the window and looked out; Canada was home at least, he wouldn't be so alone now. At first he thought Canada would be in his room, he usually stayed in there. Russia went out and peeked into the room.

"Matvey? Are you in here?" He looked around, he wasn't in there. "I suppose not." He shrugged, so that only meant he was downstairs. He headed out to go meet up with the boy when he paused and backed up, then looked at the wall. The calendar, he didn't even notice, it was the first of July. He sighed, months go by so fast. He hadn't even noticed it was a new month. He walked out and started down the stairs, he felt there was something important about that though, something he was missing. He shrugged it off and walked down to find the boy cooking. "Oh, there you are." Russia said, Canada looked up from his food and looked toward him.