Canada wakes up in an unfamiliar bed after a "rad" night of drinking and partying except he doesn't remember anything and he's got a sinking feeling he's going to regret what he did the night before. :D
Hey guys this is my first Fanfic so, it might be a kinda bad lol.
"What time is it?" Matthew mumbled to himself groggily as he, with some difficulty fluttered open an eyelid. He sat up straighter in the bed as he looked around the unfamiliar room. He wasn't sure where he was but it looked to be sometime in the afternoon, as sunlight streamed in the room though the large French glass door that appeared to go out on to a balcony.
He went ridged as he felt movement next to him under the blankets. He stared at the moving mass that then proceed to poke its head out the blanket. He sighed with relief when out poked Kumajirou, who looked sleepily up at him. Matthew sunk back in to the bed cuddling his little bear friend. He was glad it was his friend he woke up with, instead of some stranger in this unfamiliar bed.
Speaking of unfamiliar, where the heck was he? He vaguely remembered going out drinking with his brother and drinking a lot, but the exact details were really hazy. He thought he remembered Arthur and Francis being there and…and…someone else? Matt shook his head and put a pale hand through his blond bedhead hair. It was way too hard to think about what happened last night, his brain hurt the more he thought about it.
"Hmm, I guess I better get up and find out where I am." He thought aloud to himself, turning to look at Kumajirou.
"You stay here, eh." He told the bear who looked up for a moment, then nodded tiredly before resting his head back down. He sighed and headed for the door.
Matthew poked his head out cautiously, looking left to right examining his new surroundings. The place seemed pretty fancy, the walls were lined with exquisite paintings of lush countryside and Matt could hear the faint sound of violins playing somewhere. Maybe he was at Frances house? He stepped out it to the corridor and caught sight of himself in a large gold framed mirror that was hung on the wall. He looked himself up and down. He wasn't wearing his own clothes; in fact he'd never worn anything like this before. He looked quite good in this new outfit he thought as he examined his unusual, puffy sleeved dress shirt and French style trousers. He must definitely be at France's house he thought again but why the heck was he wearing these clothes? He smoothed down his wild looking hair in the mirror, and then walked down the corridor where he could hear someone cheerfully humming.
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