Word Play for the Oblivious (GUESSING GAME)
A/N: This IS just the start of the story. Chapters will start getting a bit longer and more detailed.
Canada appeared so Meek just laying upon the carpet, his pet bear nudging him with a paw to check for life. This brought Russia to snicker slightly, picking up the smaller country and carrying him from the dark room. Latvia held his breath after seeing Russia emerge with someone limp in his arms. Figuring it best for his health not to ask, he resumed walking along with the weight of curiousity upon him.
At last, Russia turned into a larger room and set Canada upon a coach. He himself sat down and let boredom be hidden by his ever growing interest in his plot. His fingers tapped on the small table at his left, silence seeming to overwhelm the room. Only sounds of finger tapping and breathing could be heard. At last, the sound of a slight groan could be heard, Canada rubbing his head as he sat up. Within seconds he recollected what had happened in the previous events. Fear suddenly re-lit his eyes after glancing up to Russia, a smile plastered upon the ash haired male's face. At a loss for words, Canada simply swallowed.
"At last you are awake. Shall we explain the terms?"
"T-terms for what? I'm confused," came a shaky reply.
"For the game. I did mention it, не так ли?" Russia was filled with humor and quite obviously anticipation.
"M-maybe I heard you mutter the word but-"
"I shall explain further, да?" he gave yet another smile that slightly frightened the canadian.
"M-might as well," Canada nervously laughed.
"A very simple game, you have a week to decide your fate,"
"M-my fate? Th-that sounds pretty ominous Russia,"
"It is supposed to, нет?" Tension filled the air.
"P-please continue,"
"It is a challenge. If you win you may leave, If you lose you may NEVER leave,"
"Isn't that a bit brash?" came the squeak.
"I do not think so, I do not see how it is," Canada began to get a VERY powerful dread.
"Wh-what is the challenge? May I ask?"
"Of course. If not that would be hard," silence lasted for a short time. "You must guess the new layer of my personality,"
"Why me? W-when did you get a new layer upon your personality?"
"Because you are the one who created it, and I honestly hate it. Also it happens to everyone sooner or later," That didn't sound so reassuring.
"Wh-why?"
"No idea. It's burning and aggrivating. There was your first hint of three,"
"I didn't ask for-"
"Are you hungry too? I have muffins," with that they both silenced and headed away. What did Muffins have to do with this? Absolutely nothing.The author just wanted an excuse to add muffins into this story for the sake of random entertainment.
How could this be explainable? He had tried to keep him as far off track as he could without lying. Russia had failed to mention one rule of this game, but it didn't need to be mentioned until Canada even figured out the new shell. Canada was tucked into a corner, trying to mentally escape the situation, he noticed.
"It will not work. You can not leave simply by wishing," His words seemed to take some sort of affect, Canada held back tears from disbelief.
"There is no need to cry," Russia kneel down and gave a placid grin.
"It will all be fine," he whispered into Canada's right ear. He felt the shorter country shiver in fear. "You will see soon,"
He had set it all in motion, and yet it felt so far away. He frowned slightly staring to the wall. Surely it would at least grow more interesting? He had only a week. Today was the end of the first, he realized. A smirk came across his face, okay, so more like a childish grin.
"Let us hope for a good outcome...," an almost too confident tone was used. He stood, pulling Canada up as well with much force.
"Do not worry. If I wanted to hurt you I would have done so MUCH earlier,You are frail and it's not like torturing you woudl be worth this while," came the words that seemed surprising to a Latvia who quickly passed by.
"That isn't very reassuring," mentioned the blonde.
"It is not? I thought it would be,"
"Not completely, no," he hadn't meant to speak yet again.
"You get scared too easily Canada, It is slightly entertaining," Kumajiro was now asleep, leaving Canada to feel alone as usual.
"Do you plan on sitting here? Or will we get the muffins?" With a hasty decision, Canada followed Russia as to avoid anything further of this conversation. As they passed Latvia, Canada received a stare of pity and hope. In truth, Canada thought he could probably faint again but attempted to take in the situation. After all, better to deal with a problem rationally than shrug it off and only awake to it being twice as bad. Still, that predominant feeling kept growing inside him. He could not even point out why. Though the sun was gone, Canada still could see faint light from outside. Most likely the snow reflecting moonlight.
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"Tomorrow will be new right? Maybe it will get better Kimojari?"
"...Who are you?" spoke the polar bear.
"Canada...Your owner...How do you not remember me? Your with me every day,"
"I don't know," pain seemed to well inside of Canada as he stare outside. No one would even notice his disappearance would they? Would anyone care at all? People barely knew who he was, after all. How was it when he was noticed, it ended up being a horrible situation? Perhaps that was just his luck. Sinking into sleep, he let a few tears slide down as he hid beneath the blanket.
...
He watched Canada sleep, glasses aside on the table. Russia stood in the doorway for a short while, just watching the shorter country tear up. He walked over un noticed and wiped them away with his fingertips, deciding they did not suit Canada.
"Tomorrow will surely be better, I promise," an unreadable tone was used.
"Or, it will at least be more interesting..this week will be,"
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A/N: It's STILL awfully boring here...and I need an editor *sighs* Obviously my editing skills aren't as optimum as they should be.
