RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 39: The God France?

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

Chapter 39: The God France?

(No, it's not USCan, they are just being brothers…You'll see when you get down more…. *nod nod*)

Whenever he slept at France's house, he felt so relaxed, probably cause he was used to the surroundings, the feel of the house. He always slept a full night, never any nightmares, even if it was in the middle of winter, he always felt safe there. Although, whenever he woke up, he screamed to a pretty strange sight. "Put clothes on! ! ! !" Canada squealed and covered his head with the blankets as France stood against the door, bare butt and all.

"What? You know I sleep naked." France said.

"Trust me, I know! I don't wanna know, but I know!" Canada hid himself more and more. "But when morning hits and you walk around, put clothes on!"

"But I like to be free~"

"You're scaring me! !"

Nice thing to wake up to huh?

After the little situation ended, Canada brought Kumajirou down stairs to feed him. He gave a few seal rolls, France always kept some in the fridge for him, to Kumajirou and went back up stairs to take a shower as the little bear ate them. Even after a rude awakening, Canada still felt pretty out of it and tired, he almost fell asleep in the shower. He slipped into whatever clean sweatshirt he found in his bag, he would definitely have to do some laundry later, and jeans that didn't smell, aka he couldn't tell if they were dirty or not. He walked back down to see Kumajirou had left the scraps and joined France in watching TV. Canada helped himself like he always did to the breakfast France had made for him on the kitchen table. He plopped down on the seat and began eating the warm croissants and drinking the creamy coffee that went with it, there was no maple syrup but it was just as good.

Just before he finished, France came in sipping the rest of his own coffee, then sat next to the Canadian. "Would you like to do something with père today?" France asked. Canada looked up a bit and continued eating.

"Depends," he said with his mouth full, then he swallowed. "I'm sure Al is gonna end up dragging me out somewhere with him." Finally something popped in his head, Al, he should of checked to see if he was trying to call him, he usually would by now. "I'll be right back." Canada got up kinda fast and put his plate and cup in the sink before making his way back up to his room, jumping onto his bed, and reaching to the other side for his phone that had fallen on the floor. He lifted it back up, flipped it, and checked; worse then what he thought, almost a hundred messages from America alone, text messages, calls, voicemails; really Al?….

He read the first few messages, all asking where he was and what he was doing, then deleted the rest of them, not even reading or listening to the voice mails. Now he had something to do, figured he go see Al and make him stop worrying, plus he kinda wanted to see the American moron after trying to avoid him for a while. Canada put the phone in his pocket and jumped back up, then quickly went down the stairs and scooped up Kumajirou off the couch. "France, I'm gonna go see Al for a little bit. I'll be back before dinner, kay?"

"You're leaving me?~" France pouted.

"Only for a little bit, I'll be back tonight."

"Promise?~"

Canada sighed. "Yes, I promise. I'll see you later." Canada went out the door, then quickly came back into the kitchen, grabbed a muffin off France's plate, and hurried back out. "I needed a snack~" France smiled a bit as he watched the boy leave.

It only took one knock on America's hotel room door for the American to spring into action and swing it open like a wild child. "Mattie! !" He hugged onto the young nation. "Bro! I've been calling and texting you and everything and everything! Why you no answer me! ?"