Heeeeeey everybody! Look, look! I have a new story! It even has MULTIPLE CHAPTERS! Most of which are already done! Amazing, right?
The chapters will vary in size and updated daily. This was originally meant to be a one-shot, but… it worked better split up.
The only warning I can think of right now would be emo-ness. You'll see what I mena if you read.
I don't own Hetalia and I hope you enjoy. ^^
Walking through the icy Canadian forest Kumajiro couldn't help but have a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had gone out by himself to enjoy being a polar bear and it had actually gone pretty well. It had taken a while to find other polar bears and even longer to find ones that didn't yell at him. Kumajiro held nothing against the bears who had snapped at him. After all, ice had been melting at an alarming rate and food was getting harder to find. Despite the horrible conditions, Kumajiro had found an older bear who had allowed him to hunt with her. In the end Kumajiro had given her the few fish he had caught and, after swearing with bears honor that he had plenty of food back at his home, she took it gratefully.
Now he was heading back to the home with plenty of food and a doting -yet tad forgettable- master. Thinking about the violet-eyed man who had taken care of him before the bear could remember made the bad feeling grow only worse. He didn't like that. His master was always kind, no matter how many times he was asked his identity or ignored. Kumajiro would ask his master who he was, but not because he forgot. No, he asked so that his master wouldn't fade away.
Always being forgotten had taken its toll on his master's mind and confidence. More times than Kumajiro could count on his paws his master had started to give up on living since no one bothered to notice him. It was at these times Kumajiro would ask, "Who are you?" to which his master always responded, "I'm Canada" and gain some confidence again. Was his master feeling down again?
Picking up his pace, Kumajiro breezed through the forest and approached the log cabin he called home. After squeezing through the specially made bear door (it was really just a big cat door), Kumajiro searched the house for his master. The kitchen? Empty. Living room? Empty. Bathroom? Empty. Dining room? Empty. That was the first floor, but what about the second floor…?
Bedroom? Occupied. His master was there! Face down. On the floor. Not moving. Why wasn't his master moving?
Padding over, Kumajiro whined and tickled the blonde with his cold nose. Usually this would make his master giggle, even while asleep, and move around. There was no movement this time. A knot started to form in Kumajiro's stomach.
His nose still not getting any reaction out of his master, the little bear grabbed the back of the man's shirt and pulled with all his might. His master was flipped over and Kumajiro was thrown onto his butt. He barely registered being tossed aside and rushed back to his master.
His master's face was so pale. The man's skin never colored very well, but his cheeks were usually a fare shade of pink. Now they held no color and his violet orbs were hidden behind his eyelids. Kumajiro put his ear to his master's neck and, thankfully, heard a pulse. A faint pulse, but a pulse nonetheless. Now if only he could figure out what was wrong…
Kumajiro moved his paw and it ran into something wet. Looking down, his eyes found the missing color that was supposed to be in his master's cheeks spilling out on the ground and staining his paw. That was bad. That was very, very bad. How had he not noticed the blood before? Where was it coming from?
His gaze searched for the source of the red liquid and saw some movement coming from his master's wrists. Thinking hard, Kumajiro vaguely remembered hearing that people would slit their wrists to end their lives. If that's what his master had done… oh, how did his master fall so fast while he was gone for only a day?
His panicking thoughts screeched to a halt. His master was still clinging to life and there was a hospital not too far from the house. He couldn't call for help with a phone since he couldn't figure out the buttons or speak in a language humans could understand. Unlike a barking dog, people would just run away from a growling polar bear. To make things worse, Kumajiro was too small to bring his master anywhere on his own.
Wait. On his own, he couldn't bring his master to the hospital, but perhaps with a little bit of help…
Dashing out of the home as fast as possible, Kumajiro traveled through Canada to the small den he had found the elder polar bear at earlier. He found her munching away on the fish he had caught.
"Nita!" Kumajiro cried out in the language many animals used to communicate with each other.
Nita, the female polar bear Kumajiro had met earlier, slowly lifted her head and nodded. "Hello Kumajiro. What brings you back here?"
Kumajiro used his claws to stop himself and, panting heavily, replied. "Nita, I need your help! My master is dying!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Nita put her fish aside and brought her full attention to Kumajiro. "What are you talking about? What master?"
Kumajiro shook his head. "There's no time to explain while sitting around! I'm too small to carry my master to where humans get their wounds treated!"
"And you think I can help? My bones aren't what they used to be."
"PLEASE! He's… He's all I have Nita! I can't lose him! Not after how long we've been together!"
Nita stared deep into Kumajiro's desperate eyes before once again nodding. "I can be of no assistance to you, but I know a few bears that will be helpful."
Nita let out a few growls and the same growls were echoed back to her much louder. Great big polar bears emerged from all over and circled around Kumajiro and Nita. Kumajiro recognized many of the faces belonging to bears who had yelled at him earlier to get lost.
"They will help you." Nita assured him. "After all, you helped me, their elder, today. All you have to do is lead the way."
Kumajiro wanted to thank Nita with all his heart, but he knew time was slipping away from him. The polar bears parted so he had a clear path to run and Kumajiro bolted. This caught the other polar bears by surprise because none of them had ever seen one of their own move so fast. As they began to run after him, they found that they also were moving much faster than normal. They could not explain the phenomenon and Kumajiro was too worried to notice his speed. All that mattered was his master.
By the time he had returned to the log cabin, the sun was starting to set. The odds that his master was still alive were slim, but Kumajiro knew he couldn't give up now. The stronger polar bears broke the door down and followed Kumajiro up to the bedroom.
After quick checking to see if his master was still breathing (check) and still had a pulse (check), Kumajiro gave the okay for the polar bears to carefully put his master on their backs. Metal clattered to the ground and as the rest of the bears focused on getting the unconscious man down the stairs, Kumajiro inspected the knife his master had been holding. Deciding it would be best to leave the bloody blade untouched, Kumajiro went back to directing the rest of the polar bears.
Getting out the way they came in, Kumajiro led the dozen polar bears behind him to a local clinic his master had visited a few times before. The celebration charged into the building, sending the place into hysterics. Kumajiro signaled for the other bears to stop and approached the front desk. He smacked the counter with his paw to get the already frightened lady's attention and gestured for his master to be shown.
The woman was shocked, to say the least. She recognized him as Mathieu Williams, a quiet man who lived only a few miles from the clinic. Seeing the blood all over him made her eyes go wide as her hand shot toward the intercom. She called for any available personal to come to the front to help the injured man and everyone who came was just as surprised and terrified as the woman who had called them.
Hesitantly, the nurses went over to the polar bears and took Mathieu away. Once the unconscious man was wheeled away, most of the polar bears left. The smallest one, however, stayed. He had left the front desk and was seated nervously (?) in the waiting room. Anyone who wasn't taking care of Mathieu watched the small bear in awe.
"Isn't he that tiny bear Mr. Williams always carries around?"
"I think you're right! Do… you think he mauled Mr. Williams?"
"No way! Can't you hear what they're screaming in the other room? Mr. William's wrists were slit!"
"Oh no… poor Mr. Williams…"
Kumajiro heard their whispers, but didn't really care. All his mind was focused on was his master and his quick recovery.
Notes about this chapter:
~The reason Kumajiro can move so fast across Canada is because he's a national pet. I figured the other polar bears got a burst of speed too because they were helping Kuma get Matty to safety. If you still can't suspend your belief, sorry.
~I went to a random name generator and asked for a female Native American name and the first one I got was Nita, which actually means "bear" in Choctaw. Cool, eh?
Next chapter: Three countries are coming to the hospital. Who? You can probably guess, but I refuse to tell.
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