towerofanimus | It feels like falling up.

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It feels like falling up.

Characters: Canada

i_luv_syrup and You.
Setting: The 20th Floor
Format: Either or.
Summary: Canada's climbed to the top of the tower to see what's around them if possible.
Warnings: NA.

Canada felt like he had been trapped in the building for much too long. Even in the forest it felt artificial and forced, like a garden or terrarium. It didn't feel like there was any connection to the outside world. So, gathering up his bear Matt headed up all those stairs, passing some terrifynig rooms like the one with the bloodied walls and screaming or the room that was a complete void.

Finally reaching the top and standing on the very top of the tower he sighed. Nothing could be seen through the fog but at least he could smell the fresh air instead of whatever was recycled within the building below his feet.

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"That's a nice thing to think. I don't think they ever really leave, just move on to somewhere else... You think we'll end up there someday?" he asked, glancing down at Hungary, curious as to her idea.

"I honestly think you have nothing to worry about." She said with a small smile up at him.

Her on the other hand... crippling depression, mass migrations out of her lands, worried folks on the stability of her economy... Hungary could see herself being one of the Nations to possibly fall within the next possibly hundred years which, for Nations is hardly that long. Both she and Greece, along with some others on the European front, have dealt with such instability as of lately.

"America isn't your biggest trading partner." Matt gave her a sad smile. His banks might be more stable but he'd taken a pounding with this recession as well, his people were out of work, immigration rates were being cut because the economy had no jobs to support his own people let alone others. He'd allowed his brother to talk him into peackeeping in afghanistan and the middle east.

If his brother went under Matt was going to be right behind him, taking England with him and slowly the rest of the world. It was a constant worry and ate away at Matt's stomach like a persistent ulcer. But he was okay for now, hopefully his brother would recover soon.

"You're still a leading in riotousness though, I wouldn't worry too much if I were you." She said to the young nation. After having been around for a few thousand years and seeing the transitions of state, power, boarders, war, she knew he could make it.

Her hand moved to his where she gently squeezed it with her own, noticing how warm it felt against her colder hand. "Try not to worry so much. You look better with a smile anyways."

"I still do, and you're the first person to tell me that." he said quietly, flushing slightly when she took his hand. It was the first reaction he had to anyone touching or hugging him, he hated it but couldn't help it.

Tilting her head curiously, she stared up at him. "Are you blushing?"

"No." He was lying. "It's just the cold wind."

Unable to hold in her smirk and laugh, she poked his cheek playfully. "You're blushing~"

"I am not." Which made him flush more and move his head away from her hand.

With another small smirk, she pulled her hands away and decided it was best to leave now before she risked angering him. She gave his hand another squeeze before she turned and headed back towards the tower.

"Ah, wait, where are you going?" Matt was so confused. After a moment he turned and followed her at a jog to come beside her. "I'm sorry."

Stopping, she glanced up at him and curiously tilted her head a bit unsure why he was apologizing to her. "Hm? What are you apologizing for?"

"Habit? You just left so suddenly I didn't know if I offended you or something." He said walking beside her, being eerily quiet for his size.

"I figured you'd want some alone time to collect your thoughts. You seemed deep in thought before I interrupted you." She said quietly while tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Ah, no, I was just zoned out really... It's a bad habit of mine." he admitted and gave her an embarassed smile.

"Oh?" She asked, tilting her head curiously as she glanced up at him. The embarrassing smile was rather cute and it seemed to suit him rather well.

"Yea, I had to learn some way to cope with living around Alfred and Arthur." he sighed and pushed his glasses back onto the thin bridge of his nose. He cursed France's thin and delicate facial features he'd somehow inherited it made sure his glasses never stayed on his face.

"I suppose you'd have to learn something like that in such a household hm?" She asked with a small smile. Thankfully her life with Austria was quiet but when she was younger in her days under Ottoman reign, well, she could see how anyone would need to space out to get some damn peace.

"I hope it wasn't too bad though."

"Usually I was forgotten or Arthur would ask Alfred who he was talking to when I'd be standing right beside him. My childhood was...lacking." he didn't explain the amount of times that he'd be forgotten somewhere in Arthur's house left to his own devices until Alfred would come get him and ask him why he hadn't come to Lunch. Matthew usually had lost track of time and no one had bothered to tell him, but he didn't hold animosity toward either of them for it. He certainly was never caught in the middle and only had to listen to their fights not participate.

"It was alright, I liked being under France's guidance more as a child. Now I don't really care who's colony I was, but it seems the zoning out problem is still around."

Watching him, he was zoning out again with his own words as he stood right there before her. She watched him, frowning just a tad at the corner of her lips only to raise her hand and gently tug on his curl in hopes of removing that remorse look on his face.

The reaction Hungry got was something between a gasp and a moan before the Canadian jumped several feet away from her with a fierce blush on his face.

"Wh-why did you do that?!" he stammered, violet eyes wide and his face mimcking the colour of his flag.

"There, you see. Now your mind is off of it." She smiled innocently enough. She knew what it had done for the twins but whether it worked on him was another thing she had to just leave to chance. Greece and Turkey's worked the same but then there was Austria who just seemed to get more annoyed if you touched his.

So, chances were a 50/50 of getting the reaction she wanted.

Matt just stared at her as his face slowly returned to normal, although he still felt rather uncomfortable having her know about his ahoge. He gave her a wary look, keeping a good three feet from her. As nice of a nation as she was... he really didn't want people jumping into his pants just for shits and giggles.

"....Ah." He really had no idea what to say to that so he settled for staring at her awkwardly.

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It feels like falling up.

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