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"That must be terrible, little one," larger nation sighed. "Maybe I can arrange something. Do you want to go back to France?"
Canada shook his head. "I hate. Do want not. He betray I."
Russia continued looking at him with those sad eyes in silence, until he finally said: "This is selfish, but maybe you can stay with me until I figure something out. Would that be fine with you?"
"...I can?" Canada asked, a little surprised. He hesitated.
"Oh God, Canada!" France sighed. "You're such a mess. What have you been doing?"
"I was just playing with some other kids in village," Canada said innocently. "We went to woods and it was so much of fun!"
"I'm relieved that you're having fun here, but my little treasure, we must clean you up," France said and smiled at him.
"Only if you take a bath with me!" Canada said and pouted.
"Ehh?" France asked, sounding pretty much like a child by himself. "But I just bathed this morning!"
"But..." younger nation looked at his caretaker with wide eyes. "You don't want to take a bath with me?"
France looked at his colony for a moment before sighing and hugging him. He hold little boy for a while before pulling back.
"Aah, now I'm all messed up! My treasure, would you like to bathe with me?" France asked, attempting to look innocent.
Canada laughed.
"I come," little nation said at Russia. "With you."
Russia smiled, his eyes brightening up.
"I'm pleased with your choice, little one," he said with a light, childish voice. "Let's go?"
Canada was going to nod but then they heard a familiar voice shouting his name.
France immediately stopped when he caught sight of little Canada... and Russia.
"Russia," he growled, panting heavily from all the running. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah, France," Russia noted. He glanced at Canada and stood up, offering a hand for the smaller country. Canada took it and other northern nation pulled him up, immediately wrapping a hand around boy's shoulders and pressing Canada against himself protectively. Almost possessively.
"Answer my question," France spat out. "What are you doing with my Canada?"
"Your Canada?" Russia repeated and brushed Canada's silky hair with his fingers, pretty much same way as France had done just a little earlier that night. "I believe that you gave him over to England."
"...Maybe I did," France said with a low voice. "Answer me."
"What I'm doing here?" Russia finally wondered, that innocent smile never leaving his face. "Nothing especial. I just thought that maybe I should take part in this... imperialism."
France froze. He heard rustling from behind him but didn't turn around.
"France, you frog, what-" England froze on his place when he saw Russia, still catching his breath. "Russia."
"Oh, nice to see you too, England," the nation in question said and his grip of Canada's shoulder tightened. The small nation's gaze strayed from Russia to England to France to England to back at France...
France-
"Do you mind if I take this little one myself?" A giggle that sent shivers down Canada's spine. "Ah, but of course you would mind. I'm taking him anyway."
"What do you mean, Russia?!" England shouted. "Are you going to steal Canada from me?"
"Да," Russia admitted. England gasped and France's eyes merely widened. "But this is fitting, isn't it? You take him from France, I take him from you."
Canada didn't understand everything; they were talking too fast and he really didn't even understand all of the words that popped up in fast discussion, that had a heavy atmosphere around it. It hung in the air and almost suffocated Canada.
"M-mister Russia," Canada said with a shaky tone, even more uncertain of his English when all of the three nations were looking at him. He swallowed. "You... not hurt them? Please?"
And just hearing Russia's voice taking a chilly overtone made him hesitate and consider his decision to leave with him again.
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While England muttered something along lines "so you taught him English after all", Russia observed the little boy that was pressed against his lower body and smiled, that smirk taking a thoughtful and even slightly amused form.
"My little one," Russia stated, the first word of his sentence making France shudder in disgust and England stare at him with unreadable eyes. That smirk widened. "You wouldn't want that, would you? Why are you then suggesting it?"
Canada stared at those amused, purple eyes. For a second, he was reminded about sky - was it before sunrise or after sunset? He wasn't even sure at the moment.
"I not suggest," he whimpered. "Why you say?"
Russia chuckled and looked at France and England once again. France almost took an unconscious step backwards, but he was frozen on his place, not daring to sever his eyes from Russia and his child. Canada was his. Yes. Only his and no one else's.
"Give him back, Russia," France said and swallowed an nonexistent lump in his throat. The large nation merely tilted his head and asked with a wondering voice:
"Really now, Francis?"
France almost lunged at him there and then but England's hand appeared in front of him and grabbed his dress-shirt, keeping him back.
"You idiot," the island nation hissed. "You want to start a bloody war?"
France glared at Russia, not even glancing England. For a few more moments, fiery blue stared into cold purple and then France swiftly pulled back. England let go and France straightened his shirt.
"You'll regret this," France stated with a strained voice.
"I don't think so," Russia sighed.
"I will make you regret this, then," the long haired man told him.
"I'll wait," another smirked and turned his back to them, pulling Canada with him. The small nation couldn't take his eyes out of France, who looked at him with unreadable eyes and - was that a wink?
Russia bent down and wrapped his arms around Canada, raising him from ground and steadying him against himself. With a warm breath tickling little boy's skin, he whispered into his ear - something that Canada couldn't understand; for him, it was said in a language that he didn't understand... yet.
They vanished behind the trees, leaving two European nations there. The sun slowly made it's way between branches and green leaves of trees. It was peaceful, like nothing had even happened.
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Russia... and Canada... I have to admit I was hoping you would pick Russia. Italy would have been a barrel of laughs but Russia is who I was hoping for.
Now to pound away hopefully at my F5 key. ;)
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