Canada rests his head on his hand and rubs his temple discreetly, not that anyone would notice if he did it openly. His headache didn't go away and he held back a groan. The bear on his lap whined and covered his head and the Canadian pet him absently. "It'll be alright." He whispers to the bear, and holds back a cough. He paces his breathing and leans back in his chair, unaware of the curious violet eyes upon him.
"Mattie!" America shouts, tackling the Canadian into a hug after said man had just gotten up. "Hi Al." Matthew says, in a scratchy whispery voice. His brother doesn't notice the difference and pulls Canada over to the arguing European nations. "Iggy! Frenchy!" Alfred shouts and waves with his arm wrapped tightly around his brother. "Al, you're hurting me." Matthew whispers, but no one hears him. Canada sighs and stays uncomfortably attached to his brother. He sniffles and holds back coughs. "Communistic Bastard," America mumbles, gaining his brothers attention. The blond American was glaring over at Russia, who was smiling back while his sisters spoke to eachother. "How can he just smile like that?! He's causing a war in his own sisters country." America says with malice, "Which le Russie is denying." France says, with his arm around Britain's throat. "Not like everyone doesn't already know he is." Britain says, then snaps the frenchman's arm off of him. "Al? Can you let me go? I have to feed Kumahiro." Canada whispers, and this time Alfred lets him go. Canada picks up his furry friend and his notes and goes back to his room.
Matthew sighs as he lets Kumajirou jump down from his arms when they enter the Canadian's room. Matthew stumbles and flops onto the bed, leaving his door wide opened. "Missing." Kumajiro says, having opened Matthews notes. "What do you mean?" Canada mumbles into his covers. "Notes on Oil aren't here." The bear says, pawing the two sheets that have notes on the topics surrounding oil but none had anything actually on the oil. "Dammit. " Canada mumbles. "I'll get them. Sleep." Kumajirou says and dashes out the door before Canada could say anything.
Kumajirou ran around the hallway, until he crashed into a pair of legs. "Little полярный медведь, what are you doing?" A thick Russian accented voice asks. "Ow, your legs are hard. " Kumajirou says, rubbing his head. "Do you have notes on Oil?" He asks, looking up at the Russian curiously. "Da, I do. Why do you need them?" Russia asks back, his notes in his coat. "Cana forgot take notes on Oil. Can he borrow yours so he can copy?" Kumajirou says, pointing back to his masters open door. "They are in Russian, it'd be a better idea to get from english nations. " Russia says, and starts to head to his own room. Kumajirou races after him and stops the Russian's legs. He stood on his back legs and put one paw on each leg "He can translate, none of them remember who he is or even bother taking notes. Hamburger's writing is unreadable to everyone but him, Evil Scone and Wine always fight so they never take notes. " Kumajirou pleads, knowing neither to be a lie but also knowing that the others actually depended on his master for notes they didn't take. Before the Russian could respond a loud thump and glass shattering is heard from Canada's room.
Canada had rolled over and tried to get up so he could try to breath better but fell and banged his head hard, giving him a nasty headache. To make things awesomer, the lap on the bedside table fell off and shatters by his head, giving him multiple cuts. He keeps his eyes shut, and focuses on better things to stop himself from shaking. Of course, because of this, he doesn't hear his pet rushing into his room with very loud footsteps following.
Kumajirou had bolted for his masters room, and Russia had followed, with mild curiousity, running behind the bear. He picked the bear up when he noticed the glass on the floor. He sets the bear on the bed and walks over to the Canadian sprawled on the floor. He checks for signs of life first as a precaution, then checks to see if the man is conscious. Which he isn't, Russia sighs and picks up the Canadian. He sets the blond on the bed, taking the smashed glasses off of his face and setting the almost empty wire frames on the bedside table. "Stay." Russia says, looking at the bear who looked ready to jump down and get more help. Kumajirou whines in response but stays on the bed.
Ivan gets a pair of tweezers, a bowl, a face cloth and papertowel, then goes back to the Canadian. He pulls up a chair, and sets the papertowel down on the table and tweezers on it, then sets the bowl beside the paper towel with the facecloth half in half out. He very carefully takes out the pieces of glass in Matthews face, allowing the skin to heal. He sets all the glass shards on the paper towel. "Sick." Kumjirou says, sitting on the end of the bed, looking at Canada with concern. "Канада is sick?" Russia asks, pulling glass from the boys neck as well. Kumajirou whines in agreement. "His economy is one of the best in the world, Da?" Russia says, then uses the cloth to clean up the blood on the Canadian. "It's not economical! He just became sick one day!" Kumajirou whines, standing up on his hind legs. "Help!" He orders with a whine and pout. "I do not do things free Bear. I have helped too much already with nothing to be given back. Get one of his family to help." Russia says and leaves without a word more.
Kumajirou whines at the helpful mans departure and goes over to his master and curls up beside him and falls asleep with his head on Matthews arm.
IDK, I thought bout it and figured why not?