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The woods around him were peaceful, untouched by mankind.

He liked it.

He liked it a lot, as he found out during the past weeks. As a bear he could go wherever he wanted, as long as he wanted. The vegetation surrounding him while he roamed the forests around his old hut in Alaska put him on ease. More than any vocation ever would.

The only down-path was his reason for being here; the World Conference. But that bunch of nutcases would not prevent him from relishing his new favorite hobby.

Oh no, sir.

And so, he had convinced his boss to book a hotel in the near area telling him that the others changed locations every time too. Why they did that, he didn't mention, of course.

Anyway, he would be able to get some precious hours off before having to go back to the stress of the preparations - so who the fuck cared?

He didn't.

Somewhere, a bird sung, the weather was good, no human in sight, there was an ancient, really, ancient by all means maple tree and behind the thick bole a clearing that lead to his goal: the Clearwater lake glistered in the sun.

Maybe he wouldn't curse England after all, that was certainly a nice and unexpected present he'd received from the morose island. He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound in that form but around him was nobody besides the insects and some stray rabbits but those would vacant the area as soon as he approached anyway. Slowly, he rounded the lake, taking his time - he had it, the others wouldn't arrive before the evening hours. At the other side, the mountain panorama was even more breath taking and he stopped for some minutes, just to take it all in - and to have some nice memories to flee to, later on when the maroons stated babbling again.

Something squeaked.

He stilled, and then turned his massive head towards the noise. There was a mouse.

A Chinese Jumping mouse which sat there frozen on the spot, a small nut in its tiny front paws. For a very long moment he stood there, stunned.

China.

There, direct in front of him, in paw reach sat China. In his mouse form.

What the fuck.

He closed his eyes slowly and wished for all there is that the other would show some brain and had fled when he would open them again.

Alas, the mouse was still there, although the nut had fallen of its paws.

He sighed. There, he had given him the chance, so his inner guilty thoughts could shut up now. He raised a paw, slowly - and then brought it back down on the spot where the rodent had sat a second ago. Suddenly, China replaced the mouse, cursing loudly while he shuffled back. ' Ó! You despic-!'

He opened the mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. I dare you, he though. Apparently that warning had not reached the other, who'd jumped to his feet with a gun aimed at him. He swished that thing out of the man's hand as one would take away a toy from a small child. Ignoring the terrified shriek, he crouched down until he could look the other in the eyes.

And then he roared.

The lake's water quivered, the trees shook and birds flew up startled by the noise that echoed widely across the lake. Hahhh... being a bear was wonderful he mused while he watched China run for his life.

Certainly.

After a while of simply sitting there, watching the nature, he stood up with a lazy groan, shaking the leaves out of his fur. So, where should he go next? He pondered while he continued his path away from the main ways and along the mountain down into a vast valley. Time was there still, so he could drag his wandering out a bit longer. Though, he had to aim his way to get out of the forest somewhere in the near area of the hotel then.

But anyway, he chuckled to himself; the memory of China's face was more than enough to entertain him during his endless boredom of the next days.

And so he went westward, through some kilometers of dense undergrowth, past several interesting smelling trails - gee, was that a fox - he encountered a group of deer, some more maple trees of various ages and discovered a hunter's den. He had to remember that one, he thought while he went in a fast bow around it and then found one of his old ways again which he had taken some days before. There where paw prints of wolves lacing it and he followed them, mildly interested, for some kilometers until he came out into a small clearing. It looked rather comfortable, though the wolves hadn't stopped here. Should he follow them a bit more or head back? The sky was turning dark already, so it had to be late, at least six or seven PM. With that thought in mind he stood up where he had sat down before - a rustle in the bushes stopped him. He turned, slowly. And then couldn't believe his eyes at first for what he looked at was unmistakably –

Russia.

Goddamn, what was it with him and these strange encounters today? He turned, fully intending to make his way out here as fast as possible without leaving a trail of destroyed greenery behind.

'Ah, wait! Before you go, Medvedev, did you see Yao-Yao somewhere?'

He stilled. Did the guy really just spoke to an animal? He turned his head, slowly to find, indeed, Russia had asked him, who by all means looked like a homicidal nightmare of a bear, if he had seen China.

Slowly, he raised a paw, pointing it at himself as if asking if the other indeed meant him.

Russia nodded.

He lowered his paw.

Yao-Yao. Yao. Yao. YAO.

'KIL.' What was it with these two, anyway?! What made him worth the attention Russia paid to him? He just couldn't see what was so special about that menace who though himself wiser beyond god only because he was slightly older than the rest. He scoffed. Well, guess what? He wasn't alone with that, certainly not! He cast Russia a glare, morose, which didn't face the other in the least for he only adapted a slightly puzzled look.

'Did I say something wrong, Medvedev?'

Oh, hell no.

He held up a paw, with two claws extended as if having graphed something small, like a certain mouse's tail between them. He tilted his head, as if asking.

Russia nodded again.

If he had been in human form his evil grin would've split his face, but as he was currently sporting claws and fur, only the corners of his muzzle perked up slightly. The opportunity in front of him was simply too good to miss.

He opened his mouth, pleased to find Russia's eyes widened with the motion.

He brought his paw with the claws still extended to his muzzle, as if putting something into it.

Then he stage-gulped.

And then he did something stupid, only because he could, and blew the guy a raspberry before high-tailing out there.

Russia's face was priceless.


My imagination kind of scares me at the moment. Ah well...