AN: I can't stop hurting Russia! It's like crack! Anyway, this is my first RusCan story so sorry if they're a little ooc. I'm gonna warn you now (well, those of you who read these) this story is most likely going to be dark (hence the M rating) It'll involve male!Belarus doing everything he can to get what he wants and well...it probably won't be pretty but there will be bamf!Canada to the rescue!

Idk though. Hope you enjoy it!

Unbeta'd (though if you're interested holla)

Belarus' voice carried easily through the thin wooden door. "Brother Russia, I know you're in there."

Ivan shivered and pressed himself even closer to the tiny gap between his bed and bed side table. If I'm quiet maybe she'll just leave. He'd left his pipe in the conference room; if she broke in he'd be defenceless (not that he could ever hit his sister). He thanked God that this hotel had better security than the last one.

"You'll have to come out sometime," she sing-songed, tapping out a gentle rhythm on the door, "And I'll be waiting, brother."

"Go away," he mumbled, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Go away, go away, go away."

"Ugh," Matthew sighed throwing himself on to the bed. "I am so sick of these things. All they do is argue and no one even recognises me. Not even Alfred did!"

Kumajiro lifted his head from his paws, "Who're you?"

"Canada," Matthew said dejectedly. "Your owner."

It was only the first day of the world conference and Matthew was already considering leaving (usually he didn't feel this bad until at least the second day). The only time he'd even been spoken to was when England had mistaken him for America (twice!). Although it was being held in New York so Matthew wasn't sure he was surprised when people assumed he was American.

"Maybe we should leave, Kimija. It's not like anyone would notice."

The bear surveyed him and then shook himself, "Hungry."

Matthew sighed again, "We'll get room service." He said, leaning forward to pick up the little leaflet by the phone and then immediately regretted it, Kumajiro only ate raw fish and what hotel would have that on the menu (okay, barring one of Japan's but honestly he didn't think feeding sushi to a polar bear was the best idea). "I don't know if they'll have anything you'll want to eat though Kuma."

The bear narrowed his eyes at that and nudged Matthew's leg insistently. "Hungry."

"Alright! Alright!" Unfortunately Matthew's suspicions had been right and the hotel didn't serve anything suitable for polar bear consumption and Matthew resigned himself to pulling his boots back on and heading to the large supermarket he'd spotted on the way to the hotel.

"You better remember my name this time, Kokajou," he said to the bear. "I'm braving the outdoors just to buy you some dinner."

"Who?"

"Canada."

"Oh."

Matthew shook his head fondly at the polar bear as he shut the door and made his way down the hall. The hotel was huge and for some reasons the Nations had been spaced out (Matthew was pretty sure it was to keep the Nations from drawing too much attention to themselves, especially after that incident in Berlin last year) His room was on the top floor along with Seychelles' and Russia's.

Matthew froze when he realised that there was a familiar figure in the hallway; Belarus, she was standing outside of her brother's door, body pressed up against it as though she were straining to listen in. Matthew shuddered as the smaller nation turned her cold blue gaze to him, baring her teeth bestially (god he wished he was invisible right now) He had heard from Katyusha that Belarus was obsessed with marrying their brother but he hadn't actually believed it (and he'd made a point of mostly avoiding her up until now)

He hurried past her to the elevator and for the first time in his life he felt a little sorry for Russia (well maybe not the first time, Matthew knew how ruthless General Winter could be...) Glad she's not my demented little sister.

Luckily, the supermarket had a fish counter so Matthew selected a few to bring back for Kumajiro and as an afterthought grabbed a few for the next few days. He scanned the aisles for a few other snacks and things and made it back to the hotel quickly only to be assaulted by an overexcited Alfred in the lobby.

"MATTIE! DUDE!" the American cried, "I'm so sorry I forgot you again today! I mean you just like disappear sometimes you know."

You're not sorry, Matthew thought.

"Its okay, Al." Matthew said with a smile.

"What's in the bag, Mattie?" Alfred asked with a grin, snatching it before Matthew had a chance to stop him. "...Raw fish? Awh, Mattie! You know you can always come eat with us, right!"

"Actually, they're for Kumajiro-" Matthew began but Alfred interrupted him.

"Oh crap, Belarus!" he cried, ducking behind the Canadian. "I may have pissed her off royally by laughing at Russia." He hissed and Matthew bit back a laugh. It was almost ridiculous how one small nation could terrify two global super powers just by existing.

Belarus emerged from the lifts and glanced around once before stalking towards the hotel exit, throwing a glare at Matthew as she passed. When she'd left Alfred straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, thanks bro! I owe you one!"

"So anyway, like I was saying, England and France and some of the others were going to go get some dinner if you want to tag along? We were just gonna go to the hotel restaurant, really good burgers! You in?"

"Sure," Matthew replied, smiling brightly. "I'd love to come. I'll just go feed Kuma and I'll be right down."

"Sweet! I'll save you a seat!"

Matthew hurried upstairs and practically threw the fish at the polar bear ("Who?" "Canada.") before skipping back downstairs and heading over to the restaurant. Matthew glanced at the menu before heading in, it offered a good mix of food and it wasn't too expensive (not that he had expected it to be, Alfred hardly ever ate at places more costly then McDonald's and when he did he kept the cost as low as possible). The restaurant was a spacious room, artfully decorated and very crowded. He scanned the crowd for his family but frowned when he only spotted the Axis Power trio on one table and a few of the Asian nations on another. Italy smiled and waved and Canada did his best to smile back as he drew his mobile out of his jeans pocket.

"What the hell, Al!" he snapped as soon as his brother picked up. "I was only gone like ten minutes! Where are you?"

"What? Mattie? Oh..."

Oh. Matthew wasn't sure why he'd thought this time would be different.

"Shit, I'm sorry bro! I totally forgot...England wanted to try out this place a few blocks away and well..."

I was gone ten minutes. Ten minutes. Mon dieu."Oh, don't worry about it, Al."

There was a pause, "You sure, Mattie?"

"Yeah, it happens!" I'm used to it.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not!" Yes, wouldn't you be?

"Okay, if you're sure! We'll hook up for breakfast or something, 'kay?" Alfred said brightly. "Pancakes? My treat?"

"Sounds great." Will never happen. You won't even remember tomorrow.

"Cool, see you!"

"Good-" Matthew started to say but Alfred had already hung up. "Bye." He muttered to the dial tone. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and sighed in frustration. This happened every time. He should have been used to it; but it still hurt. Murmuring in angry French under his breath he stalked over to the bar area.

"Whiskey, please," he said as he sank down onto the stool, "On the rocks." The bar tender nodded and poured the drink quickly before shoving it towards him.

"I did not peg you for a whiskey drinker," said a low voice to his left.

Matthew glanced at the Russian beside him, "What did you think I drank? Maple syrup?" he snapped before realising what he'd just said, "Uh, merde, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Russia chuckled, an odd smile playing across his lips. "It is okay, comrade Canada." He tossed a shot back of what Matthew assumed to be vodka and smiled again. "Has Amerika forgotten you again?"

Matthew blinked, "How did you...?"

"I am not blind, Matvey."

Matthew flinched a little at the other country using his human name so easily. True, he was closer to the Northern nation than most but he'd never considered himself of particular importance to Russia, he'd hesitate to call him a friend. But Russia hadn't forgotten he existed (lately anyway),"Everyone else seems to be, though." he muttered bitterly, taking a sip of his drink.

Russia beckoned the bar tender over and ordered another shot. "To be honest with you, Matvey, I would rather my sister forgot my existence sometimes than tried to break into my hotel room to kidnap me."

Despite himself Matthew smiled, "I suppose." He said as the image of Alfred crouched outside his door whispering "Marry me, marry me, marry me." crept into his head. He laughed slightly. "How did you escape?"

"Luckily, my other sister wanted Bela to go to dinner with her and luckily Bela decided to go."

"Poor Katyusha," Matthew remarked.

Russia smiled again, "Do not worry about my sister, Matvey. She can handle Bela. They can actually get along quite well if Bela is in the right mood."

Matthew nodded and finished his drink, ordering another before turning back to the Russian. "Hey, how come you don't forget me anymore, anyway?"

Russia shrugged- already on his fifth vodka shot, "The General speaks of you a lot and you and your brother are getting more and more different. Besides, you are the second largest country! It's hard to miss you." he said with a childish grin.

Canada smiled and Russia stood up, "I need to be going now, I have to get back to my room safely before Belarus returns." He said with a world-weary look that made Canada laugh quietly.

"I'll come up with you," he said, draining his drink. "Kinkarigo is probably getting bored without me, anyway."

Russia gave him a blank look, "Who?"

"Can- uh, my polar bear."

"Alright then, let us go comrade!"

They walked up the stairs together (Russia preferred to walk rather than use the elevator) and Matthew found himself chatting with Russia. When they reached the top Russia pushed through the double doors to the corridor and froze, "дерьмо! Belarus!" he hissed.

Canada leant around him and spotted the smaller nation making her way down the corridor from the elevator, heading straight to Russia's room. Matthew's room was right opposite the staircase, he edged out from behind Russia and unlocked his room door quietly.

What the hell am I doing? Matthew thought as he beckoned to the panicked Russian. For a moment Russia stared blankly at him but then the Belarus began to turn towards them and he all but ran across the corridor to Matthew's room, shutting the door quietly behind him and leaning against it to catch his breath.

"Thank you Comrade Matvey," he said with a small smile as he straightened up. "I promise I will be out of here as soon as my sister has...gone elsewhere."

"Stay as long as you want," Matthew found himself saying before he could stop himself. No, stupid, why did you say that, idiot? You don't want him here! He could be dangerous; chatting in the bar is one thing but this?

"You're actually shaking." Canada remarked as he eyed the Russian, still leant against the door.

Russia glared at him, "Nyet, I am not."

Matthew raised his hands in defeat (he really didn't want a pissed off Russian in his hotel room), "Desole!"

From his position on the bed (surrounded by fish bones) Kumajiro raised his head, "Who're you?"

"CANADA. The one who feeds you?"

"SHH!"

Matthew turned to find Russia pressed up against the door, listening intently. "My sister..." he muttered.

Matthew moved closer to the door and could hear Belarus making her way up the corridor, "Vanya? Vanya? I know you're up here, brother. You cannot hide from me."

Russia all but whimpered as Belarus paused and rapt on Canada's door. "Are you in there, brother? With that wimpy Canadian? I'll find you~"

Russia sank to the floor, "Oh, God." he whispered.

If Matthew wasn't so terrified right now he'd be unable to stop himself from laughing. The mighty Russia, cowering in his room, hiding from his little sister; it should have been hilarious.

"We need to distract her," Matthew hissed. "So you can get back to your room."

Russia nodded, "Perhaps my sister could...?"

Matthew was already pulling out his mobile and texting Katyusha. After a few moments they heard the tinny sound of a phone ringing and Belarus swore before picking up and talking inaudibly. After a few minutes they heard her walk back down the corridor and the elevator doors ding.

Russia opened the door cautiously and peered out before sighing with relief. "Thank you, Matvey." He said, straightening up and stepping out of the room. "I am sorry if Bela scared you..."

"It was no trouble," Matthew smiled. "It was actually kind of fun, we should talk again sometime." He added truthfully.

Russia looked slightly taken aback at this but then he grinned. "Of course, Matvey. I enjoyed myself also. Well спокойной ночи, see you tomorrow."

"Bonne nuit. Are you sure you'll be okay though? She won't like come back will she?"

Russia shook his head. "The security here is a lot better than last time." He said with a shudder and Matthew decided he really didn't want to know.

"See you tomorrow then," Matthew said smiling. He watched as Russia crossed the corridor and slipped into his own room, locking the door firmly behind him.

"Who was that?" Kumajiro asked.

Matthew turned to him with a smile, "Russia."

Belarus paced the lower corridors restlessly; her brother had to be here somewhere. Her idiot sister had called her away before but she wouldn't this time; Natalya had turned off her phone. She tried the door to America's room and when she found it looked (and peered under the door to find it dark) she moved across to the one she thought was England's.

To her surprise the door swung open and she slipped in to the darkened room quietly. Her brother wasn't in here but that didn't mean there wouldn't be anything of interest. She sighed as she went through the Brit's things; she would need to be a lot stronger if she wanted her brother to marry her, she knew that now.

But how could she become that much stronger in such a short amount of time?

She pulled a heavy book from under England's pillows and glanced at the cover.

She smiled.

How hard could a few spells be to cast?