RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 35: Любовь?

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

Chapter 35: Любовь?

The next morning Canada just couldn't get himself up, even after Russia whacked him with the pillow. He hid himself under the covers and ignored the Russian looking over him. Russia got a little impatient. He walked around to the front of the bed and grabbed onto the boy's ankle, then pulled. With one arm, he pulled the boy off his bed and onto the floor with the blankets following him. He dropped the boy's foot and looked at him. "Was that really necessary Russia?" Canada moaned.

"Da. You didn't get up." Russia smiled and left for the door. "Five minutes."

"Yeah yeah." Canada moaned and got himself up out of the blankets.

Canada slowly made his way down the stairs of the basement. He rubbed his eyes as he walked in to see Russia loading a gun. "What? Are you gonna shoot me now?" Canada said. Russia looked at him.

"I could. But I would probably kill you." Russia put the gun down on the table. "I was just checking something."

"Oh." Canada yawned. Russia picked up a shaded sword off the table next and looked toward him.

"I want to see what you're skills are. I know your good with a gun, but your physical defense and attacking is not as good. I don't know how good you are with any other weapons, but I'm assuming you could do long distance things, da?"

"Yeah. I guess that's right." Canada yawned.

"You're terrible with close distance."

"H-Hey! You don't know that!"

"Da. I do. I could tell." Russia said. "You have disadvances too because of your blindness. If I knock your glasses off, you would be dead." Canada stood there listening, knowing Russia was right. "I'll focus you on the close fighting, defense and attack without any weapons."

"So what we did yesterday?"

"Da. Pretty much." Russia said. Slowly he put the sword he was holding back on the table. "I'll push you harder than yesterday." Russia glanced at him and thought about the boy's wound. "But if you have trouble breathing or something, we will stop."

"I told you I'm fine now." Canada sighed.

"I don't want to push you too hard that your wound gets worse instead of better."

"It's fine, I'm fine."

"Fine. If you say so." Russia said. "Though I would be careful with your hand too, it bruised."

"Cause of you..." Canada mumbled.

"I heard that." Russia said. He moved over a bit to a cabinet and looked inside, Canada tried to peek over. "Matvey come here." Canada quickly made his way over to the Russian. Russia grabbed the boy's bruised hand gently and took out bandages. He wrapped the boy's hand up, leaving his fingers out of it so he could move them. "This should give it some protection."

"Thank you." Canada moved his fingers a bit and stretched his hand out. "Okay then, what's first?"

"Well, I was thinking some one-step fighting. We have four days until we have to leave for Paris, we're leaving Thursday. One-step today, two-step tomorrow, three-step after, and the last day I'll test what you learned and let you work on it, I'll teach you some other styles too."

"Sure." Canada scratched his head a bit, seemed a little too much for four days, but he would have to get used to it. "So is this all basic?"

"Mostly. It's kind of like Karate, certain steps."