It feels like falling up.

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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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He gave his son a look at that, crossing his arms stubbornly. Francis had a strange relationship with Arthur in which he hated the man but couldn't very well function without knowing he was close at hand. It was just like his darling Canada to ...misinterpret it into romance.

"No more of that talk, Mathieu. I am merely trying to make our dinner plans as successful as possible. You know that man is tragically flawed in a kitchen."

Excuses excuses...

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"Alright, I'll stop talking about it. So, have you been talking to Prussia? He seems to be doing well as he always is." Matt changed subjects so easily it was like breathing to the Canadian. He'd managed the art after years of trying to dissolve battles between his family members and had nearly become the master at it.

"I heard Germany is also in the tower?"

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Francis offered a tiny shrug in an attempt to appear innocent. As if he didn't get drunk with the man on the premise that he was feeling decidedly lacking in the Frenchness. Yes. Frenchness. "I would agree with that sentiment; he is as he always has been." That sounded innocent, right? Right. Good job, France.

"We managed to have a good time in this hellhole. It seems like the dorms are relatively safe, non?" Now that he's said it, he realizes, it is probably a jinxed concept and they are all screwed. Way to go... He huffed at the additional name. "Oui. He made fun of a faux pas I made over the network earlier in on my stay. I do not understand that man, sometimes; he has quite the unimpressed expression though. Uses it constantly."

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"Well, you know nothing is grand enough for Prussia, he is who he is though and I'm glad to hear it hasn't changed. Besides, I don't think any of us are taking well to being here... it might be a defensive thing seeing as he really can't fight his way out of this one right?" Matt shrugged he didn't pretend to understand any of the European nations, most of them were so crazy he wondered how they still functioned as people.

"I think Germany is just...Germany. He just likes things calm and orderly, I can't say I'd mind such a thing within this place."

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There was a certain amount of eccentricity that accompanied great age which is why the Europeans had such a difficult time. Not quite over the idea of swapping borders and substituting grand ego trips for a dose of reality, everyone was stuck in their ways whether they care to admit it or not. In all, they were the extended family from hell. Francis wanted to comment that Matt was a lucky boy to have so much space to himself, though considering who he lived beside...

Well then.

"Calm would be convenient, oui... Perhaps with a little less questionable paranormal activity as well." Hey. He was agreeing.

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"Yes.... I hope things are calm..." he didn't say anything about the paranormal activity. He was still wary after the room he had found with the wailing noises and bloody hand prints.

"I really just want to go home."