towerofanimus | 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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"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."

"Yeah, tiresome." Matt sighed and headed down the steps. But, he couldn't help but snicker at the poke at his brother. Alfred was great, but they all had their issues. America just tended to be louder and more arrogant than others.

"I think it's all of the hockey and hiking. Large countries seem to walk more and be in better shape."

Ivan nodded a little in agreement, a small frown on his lips, walking with the other down the steps, looking thoughtful and smiling a little when the other mentioned hockey.

"Is sad. It is that season again. Hockey season, I am meaning," he replied, missing the ice, but then he missed a lot of things so it was just one of many. "But it is true. Though I think Amerika is just lazy. He is a large country. But a lazy one." He shook his head, and he did like picking on America, just like America liked picking on him.

"He would just rather eat burgers and play videogames than play sports. Although, once football season rolls around watch out, he loves that a little too much in my opinion." Matt shook his head and frowned at the thought that hockey season was nearly upon them. He'd been missing getting OUTSIDE the damned building even for a few lung-fulls of fresh air.

"I wish we could get outside more."

"I noticed. He is a very strange nation. More like a child or a human than a country," he replied, cocking his head to the side, pausing for a moment before realizing Matthew meant American football rather than well his football. "I noticed that. He gets very ah... attached to that sport."

He heard the other's words and looked thoughtful a frown playing over his lips. "You know... upstairs there is a floor. That you can see the outside from... if you would like to go to that. It is not on the ground but. I go there sometimes. It is nice."

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