towerofanimus | Oh Maple.

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[ou] canada

Oh Maple.

Characters: Canada and YOU
Setting: The hallways or wherever
Format: I'm starting in action, but I'll follow you!.
Summary: Matt's woken up and is a little distraught so he's wandering the halls.
Warnings: none yet

The waking up process had frightened him, creating a deep unsettling worry in the pit of his stomach that made him want to be sick. But once it had passed and he'd been able to sit up and look around it had only heightened the sense of worry. Finding his glasses on the table near his bed it took him a moment to collect himself and inspect his surroundings.

THe letters had been his first real imperical proof of the sense of dread he had been feeling. And it only grew once he noticed the room he was in to the extent that he felt like crying. But the scratching and growling form the trunk at the end of his bed made him scramble and throw it open. HIs bed blinked owlishly at him and something seemed to make him feel a little better at seeing the items in his trunk.

After he'd changed and checked the other beds in the room, his bear expressed that he was, in fact, starving. Course the fat little bear was always starving, so Canada simply picked him up with a sigh and made his way out of the room and into the hallways.

Now came the real challenge, where was everything and where was he in relation to those things.

"Oh maple, this sucks."

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Ivan was exploring the floor a little more, wanting to see the different rooms, and see if there was a way out of the tower that he was missing (though he had been through the tower at least a dozen times doing the same thing, looking for weaknesses). However this time was a little different. Not in that the tower had anything different physically about it, but this time he saw a small Canadian, someone he certainly recognized.

"Ah, Kanada~ Privet!"

The voice made him jump, had that been Russia? Turning around he saw the tall man and gave him a friendly smile. He'd never been afraid of the larger nation and had a fairly decent relationship with him despite America telling Matt he was crazy for being around Russia.

"Oh, Russia. You're here?" he asked quietly and set the chubby polarbear he was carrying on the floor. He was more than happy to see a familiar face and offered a hand to shake in greeting to the only nation larger than himself. "It's nice to see a familiar face."

Russia enjoyed the smaller male's company, especially with their friendly competition over hockey. Or however friendly either of them could be over the sport they both enjoyed. Canada was like him--a northern nation, and he was generally rather nice.

Ivan nodded at the question, looking at Kumajiro for a moment, before smiling back at Matthew. "I am being here," he moved to shake the other's hand, nodding. "I am happy to be seeing you too. Though I am wishing we were not being here to be seeing each other."

"Yes, I haven't been here long but I've heard a bunch of things about the tower... none of them seem very nice." Matt sighed and put his hands in his pockets.

"What have you been doing around here, Russia? I can't imagine there is much to do but climb stairs."

"I do not find this tower very nice at all," Ivan replied a little wryly, frowning and shifting slightly, rubbing the back of his head. "I never did like being someplace I could not get out of, though."

He frowned and shrugged a little, looking thoughtful. "Thinking of ways to get out. Ah, there is a library.... I have spent a bit of time there.... Or in one of the floors that lead to outside air.... Some of the other floors can be very ah... time consuming if you are getting lost in them too...." He shifted slightly.

"Are you okay? You seem anxious." The canadian asked, even as intimidating as Russia was to some of the other countries, Matt had no issues talking to the man or showing concern for him. If anything could be said Matt really had no fear of him other than being sat on, which was just annoying.

"I'm glad they have a floor that goes out to get fresh air, even though there's a forest on one of the floors here I'd imagine it'd feel like a giant greenhouse to walk around in."

"Not anxious," Ivan replied, a pout on his lips, shifting to the side. He didn't mind Matthew's asking of questions--liking that the smaller nation wasn't afraid of him, because really, he would not be nearly as fun to be around if he was. "Just sober."

And that was true too, unfortunate as it was for Ivan. Ivan hated his new-found sobriety, the fact that he didn't have his usual vodka with him. He missed it. And quite a bit, really.

"Ahhh.... The forest was unpleasant I think," he replied, and frowned a little. "Though it is better than some of the other floors, I think. How long have you been here, little Matvey?"

The answer about sobriety made Matt blink, as long as he knew the Russian he doubted he'd ever seen the man actually sober. He knew the larger and older nation had a drinking problem, most of them did, but it seemed the Russia had found solace in the bottom of it for much too long.

"Ah, about a week or so? Not long, I'm sorry to hear about your lack of vodka, but maybe you can find something else to do?" he supplied, he wasn't sure if Ivan would listen to him most didn't.

"Ah, so you are being very new here! Ah.... How is our world doing? I have not been there in... three months, I am thinking? It is hard to be keeping track sometimes..." he frowned, and shifted slightly, before looking back down at the Canadian, brows furrowed.

"There are only so many other things to be doing when one is being trapped in this silly tower," he replied, frowning. "And it is not so much not having other activities that is being bothersome. I am a very patient man, Mattvey. I just... It is my water, and I wish to have it back." He huffed a little, but pushed the smile back to his lips, moving to pat the Canadian's head. "But is okay. Soon tower will be burning, and we can be going home, da?"

"Our world is fine, I talked with you a little over a week ago about several trade routes that will be closing up with winter coming on. Other than that most things are fine." Matt felt sorry for the larger man, the Canadian had his own vices like hiking and going out into the wild, he had to give Russia props for his optimism in being able to go home.

"I can understand that, I'm having my own issues without certain things here. But hopefully you won't actually set the tower on fire, knowing this place it'd only kill all of us."

Ivan looked thoughtful at the thought of that, brows furrowed. So time went a little slower then.... at the very least that meant when they got back to their world, it would be almost as if they never left it. Which, was good for their people and their lands. "That is very good to know. Spasibo," he replied, with a tiny smile.

"Ah.... I do not think it could kill us.... But... Da, I think it would be best to set it alight after we leave, da? Burning is not very fun..." He shook his head slowly, frowning slightly. "But there ought to be another way to be getting out, da?"

"You're welcome?" Matt wasn't too sure what he'd said to be thanked by the large man but he didn't mind.

"Yes, burning it after everyone is out is a good plan, I'm not one for violence but this tower is starting to wear on me." Canada shook his head looking more tired than usual, in fact he might've been going transparent around teh edges slightly the more he thought about trying to get out of the tower.

"I hope there is a way to get out..."

Ivan nodded slightly, and gave a tiny shrug, letting out an amused snort. "Not being violent in anything but hockey," he replied, amused at the thought of the normally shy nation playing the more violent sport. "Hopefully you will not be being here for long enough to be losing spirit."

Ivan nodded, and gave a tiny shrug. "There has to be a way out. If there is a way in, there is always being a way out. Sometimes it is just very hard to find."

"Hey, Hockey is a different story. But I hope you're right Ivan, I really hope that there is a way out as you say. I have a feeling you'll be the one to find it if there are any." He gave Ivan a reassuring smile but Matt didn't really believe it, he felt more trapped than he had ever before.

Ivan smiled and nodded slowly. "If there is a way to be getting out I will be finding it, and getting us both home. We will not be able to be having rematch of last game if we are being stuck here in the tower, da?" He frowned a little, tapping his chin, because really they couldn't be stuck in the tower forever. Perhaps for a long while, but not forever. It would just take a little thinking and a little patience.... or perhaps a lot on either part.

"That's true and you're my best opponent on the rink. But if you find anything tell me, I'd like to help as much as I can." he smiled.

"So, where were you headed?"

Ivan smiled and nodded in reply moving to pet the other's hair, amused. "Da, da. Of course," he replied, looked thoughtful, tapping his chin with his fingers.

"Ah, not anywhere in particular.... I was just looking for places that I have not seen before.... This tower is changing very often... is having to have a weak spot sometime, da?"

The pat on the head made Matt flinch slightly at first. He wasn't overly used to contact with people; he loved it but because of people constantly forgetting him it made it hard to be a contact person. It had nothing to do with who Ivan was, merely that he'd had done the same had it been France or even America.

"Yeah, who knows, you might be able to find it. I was going to get something to eat... would you like to come along?"

Ivan wasn't the type to forget the Canadian. Oh, of course he could pretend to forget the smaller male, or he could over look him, but he was never simply forgotten He was simply there, and when he wasn't he wasn't, and that was fine and dandy by the Russian's standards. He tipped his head to the side at the flinch, however, brows raising, finding the reaction amusing, but he didn't push for more. Not right now anyway.

"Ah, I would be liking that," he replied, looking thoughtful. "I have not been eating yet."

Matt nodded and quietly led the way down the many flights of stairs. He felt stupid now for flinching when Ivan had petted him but he was still wary about people touching him.

"I don't know what's here. For all I know we could be eating hamburgers." he sighed, he didn't have anything against hamburgers he was just tired of eating them every time he visited his brother.

Ivan didn't seem to notice the other's thoguht process, already over the flinching and back to his smiling self, or as smiling as he could get while he was this sober.

"Mmm. Nyet, I do not think there will be being hamburgers. Though I suppose it would not be too surprising if I was being wrong. This tower is never making anything good here," he replied and gave a tiny frown.

Then he paused. "There was being one time. I met girl Mattvey and she made pancakes. So you might be liking that."

"No, I've been living on ice cream and oatmeal for the last while, I'd love to have some fresh fruit or a vegetable or two." he sighed and continued down the stairs, his boots making soft echoing noises in the otherwise empty hallway.

"So you met Maddie? She's nice, very friendly." he smile, "But I haven't seen her in a long time... maybe she's gone home."

"Da.... is being same for me..." he shifted a little, and let out a breath. "I am getting very tired of sweets. I am liking, but I am not liking quite so much." He followed the other down the hall, smiling a little at the other.

"Mm, da. She is very nice. She was making pancakes while back..." he looked thoughtful and then nodded. "Ahh... I am hoping so. If she is going home it is meaning we are all having chance to be going home too, da?"

"I think everyone is. I would really love an apple or an orange." but Matt nodded at the mention of going home.

"I would love to go home, anywhere but here really. Hell, I'd even take being stuck in the desert compared to this." he took down the stairs easily and ran a hand through his hair. 'At least climbing these stairs will keep me in shape."

Ivan nodded a little, laughing a little. "Da... Either would be nice," he replied, and watched the other, shrugging slightly.

"I would be liking too. Home would be nice. I am not being sure about desert, but I am sure it would be nicer than here... It is tiresome being trapped. And is only growing more so," he replied, glanced around as the walked, smiling slightly. "Mattvey, I do not think you are needing. You are in shape very well already. You are not being like your brother."

Oh Maple.

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