Meeting the Family (1/?)
anonymous
November 18 2009, 02:00:42 UTC
I hope that this is good for OP! And Fem!Canada's name here is Matteliene
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They had decided to keep it a secret.
For many good reasons, but it was mostly because they knew their family wouldn't react in the... best of ways (especially two particular nations) - so, for now, it was a secret. And they were content to keep it that way. Or at least, she was content.
Canada sighed, rubbing at her blue eyes tiredly, “Do you know how hard it is to sneak away from Alfred?” She said softly, “I think that he is suspicious now, especially since I'm not as home as often.” The Canadian blinked when large arms wrapped around her in an affectionate bear-hug.
“Ah ~ my dear Matteliene, would you like me to speak to Comrade-Alfred, da?” Russia said, and Canada might have believed he was being sincere had it not been for that rather dangerous, blood-thirsty smirk on his pale face, “I'm sure I could get him to... accept our relationship.”
Canada panicked, she had planned to tell America herself (eventually). She was sure that America would take it the wrong way if Russia was the one who told America, “No, no! Ivan, that's alright. I'll tell Alfred myself.... soon, really soon! I promise!” Canada smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, practically jumping up to peck him on the lips due to their very different height.
Russia smiled, bending down to deepen the kiss into something more passionate - though, the door started to open at that exact moment, “Ivan, I thought that your sisters were supposed to be away for the weekend!” Canada hissed, panicking and growing anxious when Russia simply remained serenely calm, “I know you haven't told them yet!!”
“сестра will accept our relationship, she is very understanding.” Russia smiled because Canada was so very cute when she was panicking - her face turned an attractive red that matched her flag.
“Katyusha may not mind, but what about Belarus!?” Canada almost wanted to pull out her long blond hair at the thought of Belarus finding out about their secret relationship, terrified of what Belarus might to do her.
Russia also paled, temporarily forgetting about Belarus' obsessive infatuation with him. He knew that Belarus wouldn't hesitate in attacking Canada for getting in her way to her Brother's hand in marriage, “Ah, there's no where to hide!!!” Canada squeaked as the door was finally unlocked, both Ukraine and Belarus walked in - only to stop and blink in surprise at Canada's presence.
“Matteliene, what are you doing here?” Ukraine asked the Canadian politely, a bit confused as to why one of her closest friends was doing at her brother's house. Ukraine eyed Russia and Canada, a bit miffed (and jealous) that they were standing so close to one another. Canada was so very dear to her, but she shouldn't feel this way that Canada was standing so close to Russia...!
Belarus said nothing, giving a death glare towards the Canadian for even being in her beloved Russia's presence. She smirked as Canada squeaked when she fingered her knife threateningly, just itching to rip out that Canadian's pretty blond hair.
“I-I'm here.... to play hockey!” Canada gasped out, seeing that Russia would be no help as he was currently hiding underneath that table. It was shaking along with Russia, “Yeah, that's it! H-hockey!!”
“Oh,” Ukraine blinked, slightly relieved at the answer. So Canada wasn't there to actually see Russia for anything else? There might be hope for her yet, “May we come to your game?” Belarus was still glaring at her...
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They had decided to keep it a secret.
For many good reasons, but it was mostly because they knew their family wouldn't react in the... best of ways (especially two particular nations) - so, for now, it was a secret. And they were content to keep it that way. Or at least, she was content.
Canada sighed, rubbing at her blue eyes tiredly, “Do you know how hard it is to sneak away from Alfred?” She said softly, “I think that he is suspicious now, especially since I'm not as home as often.” The Canadian blinked when large arms wrapped around her in an affectionate bear-hug.
“Ah ~ my dear Matteliene, would you like me to speak to Comrade-Alfred, da?” Russia said, and Canada might have believed he was being sincere had it not been for that rather dangerous, blood-thirsty smirk on his pale face, “I'm sure I could get him to... accept our relationship.”
Canada panicked, she had planned to tell America herself (eventually). She was sure that America would take it the wrong way if Russia was the one who told America, “No, no! Ivan, that's alright. I'll tell Alfred myself.... soon, really soon! I promise!” Canada smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, practically jumping up to peck him on the lips due to their very different height.
Russia smiled, bending down to deepen the kiss into something more passionate - though, the door started to open at that exact moment, “Ivan, I thought that your sisters were supposed to be away for the weekend!” Canada hissed, panicking and growing anxious when Russia simply remained serenely calm, “I know you haven't told them yet!!”
“сестра will accept our relationship, she is very understanding.” Russia smiled because Canada was so very cute when she was panicking - her face turned an attractive red that matched her flag.
“Katyusha may not mind, but what about Belarus!?” Canada almost wanted to pull out her long blond hair at the thought of Belarus finding out about their secret relationship, terrified of what Belarus might to do her.
Russia also paled, temporarily forgetting about Belarus' obsessive infatuation with him. He knew that Belarus wouldn't hesitate in attacking Canada for getting in her way to her Brother's hand in marriage, “Ah, there's no where to hide!!!” Canada squeaked as the door was finally unlocked, both Ukraine and Belarus walked in - only to stop and blink in surprise at Canada's presence.
“Matteliene, what are you doing here?” Ukraine asked the Canadian politely, a bit confused as to why one of her closest friends was doing at her brother's house. Ukraine eyed Russia and Canada, a bit miffed (and jealous) that they were standing so close to one another. Canada was so very dear to her, but she shouldn't feel this way that Canada was standing so close to Russia...!
Belarus said nothing, giving a death glare towards the Canadian for even being in her beloved Russia's presence. She smirked as Canada squeaked when she fingered her knife threateningly, just itching to rip out that Canadian's pretty blond hair.
“I-I'm here.... to play hockey!” Canada gasped out, seeing that Russia would be no help as he was currently hiding underneath that table. It was shaking along with Russia, “Yeah, that's it! H-hockey!!”
“Oh,” Ukraine blinked, slightly relieved at the answer. So Canada wasn't there to actually see Russia for anything else? There might be hope for her yet, “May we come to your game?” Belarus was still glaring at her...
“O-of course!” Canada stuttered, growing slightly depressed.
Ukraine and Belarus were one thing, but just how would America (and even England and France) react to her relationship with Russia?!
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