Part 1 of Chapter 4, since I haven't had much time to work on it and I'm sure people are wanting to read some more of it. (it's also on DeviantArt if anyone wants to look for it)
Anyway, This is sort of filler since its a bit of a side event, but it'll be very necessary in a later chapter for sure. SO yeah.
Part 2 is coming up so ENJOY PART 1
[Cuba's house]
"Canada!" Cuba shouted. "What the HELL is THAT thing?"
That shout from Cuba was the beginning of a long rant of sorts, obviously aimed at Canada. Seychelles grew curious as to what made Cuba so upset, and wandered down the hall to see for herself.
When she came to what was Canada's room, Canada was standing in front of the window holding something protectively in his hands. Cuba was cracking his knuckles, obviously intending on hurting something.
"C-Come on Cuba." Canada said. "It's only a baby."
"Those things are nothing but trouble!" Cuba said. "Put it back outside NOW!"
"Wh-what are you guys yelling about?" Seychelles asked.
"Apparently while I was out at the world meeting," Cuba scowled, "Canada's been taking care of one of those monsters!"
"He's not a monster!" Canada said defensively.
"Can I see?" Seychelles asked, walking past Cuba over to Canada. Canada hesitated, but opened his hands to reveal a small creature curled up into a ball. It was almost as big as his palm. He kept the creature in one hand and used a finger on his other hand to lightly pet it.
"It's ok." He said. "He's not going to hurt you."
The little creature looked up with big gold eyes. It uncurled itself and lay innocently on its back. Canada lightly pet its head with his finger.
"He's just a baby." Canada said. "I'm not putting him outside."
"But once it grows, it'll try to KILL YOU." Cuba said.
"He will not!" Canada said. "Yutarou knows better."
Silence met Canada's last statement. Seychelles could tell Cuba was getting very mad.
"You… NAMED IT?" he shouted, scaring Yutarou back into a ball. "YOU IDIOT! THAT THING COULD KILL YOU AT ANY MOMENT AND YOU'RE NAMING IT LIKE IT'S YOUR PET? ARE YOU NUTS?"
"I found him and I'm taking care of him!" Canada said, handing Yutarou to Seychelles and standing up to Cuba. "It's only right that I get to name him!"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Cuba shouted. "THAT THING IS DANGEROUS!"
"Hey! No he's not!" Seychelles exclaimed. "Look!"
Canada and Cuba turned from their heated argument and looked at Seychelles's hands. Yutarou was sitting in Seychelles's palm and trying to bite her finger, but because he was toothless, it didn't hurt.
"It tickles!" Seychelles smiled.
"See?" Cuba said. "If it had teeth right now that would seriously hurt!"
"I have the perfect solution to that!" Seychelles said. "Yutarou is just a baby, right? He doesn't know any better. And babies need to be taught. So what we can do is teach him not to attack or hurt anybody!"
"But do you think that'd actually work?" Cuba asked.
"Of course! That's what I've been trying to say!" Canada said, turning to Cuba. "Yutarou is just a baby. If we teach him not to bite or scratch or anything, he'll grow up a good little boy!"
"And that's another thing." Cuba said. "How do you know it's a boy?"
"He was curious when I first brought him in." Canada said. "And he tried to fight a dish towel."
"Sounds like a boy to me!" Seychelles laughed, but then remembered something. "Wait a second, Canada. Where'd you find Yutarou anyway?"
"I found him outside." Canada said. "I heard Kumajiro making a fuss about him."
"Smart bear." Cuba muttered under his breath.
[Flashback italics=Canada speaking]
I heard Kumajiro growling and muttering near the bushes out back. So I went to go check it out.
Canada walked out through the back door wrapped in a blanket. He walked up behind a crouching Kumajiro who had his nose in the bushes.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"There's something in here." The polar bear said. "And it's dangerous."
"Let me see." Canada said, and knelt down as Kumajiro moved out of the way. Canada crouched down and peeked under the bush. There, hiding, was a very tiny black creature. He knew it wasn't a mouse; mice aren't usually a pitch black.
He was smaller than he is now, but I think I know why.
Canada reached in and laid his hand on the ground.
"Come on." He said gently. "I won't hurt you."
After awhile, he felt the creature climb onto his hand. He pulled his arm out from the bush and looked at the tiny creature in his palm. It was much smaller than a mouse and it was… well, cute. But it looked scared. Canada gently used a finger to brush over the creature's head. The creature looked up at him with bright gold eyes. The kind of eyes that he's seen somewhere before, but couldn't remember.
With a gentle smile, Canada brought the creature inside. He placed it on the kitchen counter and opened the fridge. When he found what he was looking for, he turned back to the counter, only to find the small creature wrestling with the dish towel. He laughed and separated them, and then set the small plate he had in the microwave. After a minute, he pulled it out and set it in front of the creature. On the plate was a single pancake that was nearly double the creature's size. He sniffed it and nibbled it, but didn't like it.
"How about some maple syrup with it?" he asked, and poured some on the corner of the pancake. The creature gave it another go. After tasting the pancake with the maple syrup on it, he immediately ate the portion with the syrup on it. Then he sat on the edge of the plate and looked up at Canada.
"More?" he asked. The creature nodded. Canada then poured syrup on the rest of the pancake and the creature gobbled it up in seconds. Canada smiled and lightly petted its head. The creature leaned up to his touch and made a small trilling sound. Then Canada noticed he had gotten bigger.
I guess whenever he eats he grows a little.
The creature waddled over to Canada and fell off the counter and into his pocket. Canada tucked his hand in after the creature and lifted him out.
"Adventurous, aren't you?" he laughed. The creature seemed to smile. "Hmm… I think I'm going to name you."
The creature looked at him with a confused look. Canada placed him on the counter and took a long look at him.
"Hmm…" Canada stared at the creature with the creature staring back.
I thought and thought and thought when finally I remembered something.
"How about… Yutarou?" Canada asked. The creature cocked its head to one side. "I remember watching something with Japan a couple months back and there was this little kid named Yutarou who was cute and curious like you. It's a perfect match!"
Yutarou tipped over from cocking his head to one side for so long, but he hopped up and smiled his tiny smile. He liked the name.
[End Flashback]
"So I fed him and took care of him while you were gone." Canada finished. "He's gotten a bit bigger since when I found him, but that's just because he ate a lot."
"Then stop feeding him." Cuba grumbled.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing." Canada said. "Anyway, I've been meaning to ask, why do you keep saying Yutarou is a monster and stuff? Have you seen other creatures like him?"
"Actually we have." Cuba said, raising his arm and showing Canada the scratches. "We were attacked coming back from the meeting."
"That's right! You need bandages!" Seychelles said. "Where are they, I'll go get them!"
"They're in the top shelf in the bathroom closet." Cuba said, and Seychelles started for the door, before remembering she still had Yutarou in her hands. Turning around, she went to Canada to hand him Yutarou, when the small creature jumped out of her hands and onto her shoulder. He tugged her hair lightly and leaned over towards Cuba.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Something about Cuba?"
Yutarou trilled and leaned over so far on Seychelles's shoulder he almost fell off. Seychelles took him back into her hands and went over to Cuba. Yutarou hopped out of her hands and onto Cuba's wounded arm. He stretched out his body over Cuba's wound and a strange red glow could just barely be seen on Cuba's arm right under Yutarou. After a minute, he shrank back into his original shape and hopped back to Seychelles.
"It's… gone." Cuba muttered, rubbing where the wound originally was. "No scars or anything."
"That's amazing!" Seychelles exclaimed. "And that gives me an idea!"
"What is it this time?" Cuba asked.
"I overheard today that Belgium's wound was having trouble healing." She said. "If Yutarou can heal wounds that were inflicted on us by those creatures, then I'm sure he can heal Belgium's wound too!"
"That's a great idea!" Canada said. "Let's go right now!"
"No way." Cuba said. "It's getting late, and it'd be stupid to go out at night with all those creatures lurking around."
"I guess you're right." Seychelles said. "Oh, and that reminds me. It's dinnertime!"
"Yeah, I AM feeling a bit hungry." Canada said. "How about you, Yutarou?"
With a happy trill, Yutarou jumped from Seychelles's hands and landed in Canada's pocket. The two laughed and went to the kitchen for dinner, Cuba in tow.
"I wonder…" Seychelles said. "What kinds of foods does he like?"
"He loves pancakes." Canada said. "But only when they have syrup on them."
"But pancakes aren't dinner." Seychelles said. "He needs a healthy meal. Let's try giving him some chicken!"
"No meat." Cuba said. "We don't want him going carnivore on us."
"Cuba let it go." Seychelles said. "We'll let him try some chicken breast and maybe some fish or ham or something."
"I don't have any fish as of late." Cuba said. "I haven't been able to go out on the water in a bit. But I think I have the chicken you want and some hot dogs if it'll suffice."
"Yeah, hot dogs will be fine." Seychelles said, opening the refrigerator. "Oh, and eggs too!"
"Don't feed the thing too much." Cuba said. "I can't afford a giant black thing taking up space in my house."
"Don't worry, Cuba." Seychelles said, spreading out the foods on the counter. For a half hour, Seychelles cooked the different foods, also making some rice to go with them since she, Canada and Cuba needed to eat as well. Once finished, she put some thoroughly cooked chicken, hot dog, scrambled eggs and rice onto different little plates and set them in front of Yutarou.
He stared at the different foods for a moment before going for the chicken. Tasting it, he cocked his head to the side and tasted again, cocking his head to the other side.
"Do you think it needs something?" Seychelles asked. Yutarou nodded. "Hm, maybe ketchup or barbeque sauce would do." Seychelles went to the cupboard and moved some things around.
"I don't have barbeque sauce, but I have ketchup." Cuba said.
"Oh, and get some soy sauce for the eggs, I heard that's good." Canada piped in. Seychelles came back with the ketchup and soy sauce, putting some on a small dish. Yutarou grabbed a piece of the chicken and wandered over to the dish. Without hesitation, he dunked the chicken in the soy sauce.
"Oh, Yutarou, you don't—huh?" Seychelles tried to stop Yutarou thinking he wouldn't like it, but after dunking it in the soy sauce, Yutarou happily devoured the piece of chicken. He went back and got another piece, doing it again.
"I guess he likes it." Canada said.
"I guess so." Seychelles muttered, and then smiled. Yutarou was something else.
After finishing off the chicken, Yutarou went on to the hot dogs. They were cut up in to little pieces. Taking one and tasting it, he paused for a minute. The three watched him as he just stood there with the hot dog in his hands. After a moment, he smiled and ate the rest of it. Almost seconds later, the whole plate of hot dogs were gone.
"Whoa." Seychelles said. "He must really like the hot dogs."
Canada laughed. "For sure."
After waiting for a few minutes, Yutarou wandered over to the eggs. His reaction after tasting it was just like that with the hot dogs, but for some reason, much more intense. He was bouncing around happily, trilling as he ate each piece of egg. When he was finished, he sat on the plate and looked around for more, but there was none. He wandered over to Canada and raised his little arms.
"Mama." He said cutely. Seychelles squealed as Cuba sat there in shock.
"He called you mama!" she said. "That's so cute!"
"I guess that's what happens when I pretty much raise him." Canada said.
"You are NOT going to be this things mother!" Cuba shouted.
"Why not, Cuba?" Canada asked. "He's not doing anything wrong and if I'm his mother he'll follow my example so he'll be a good boy."
Cuba sighed and ran his hand over his face. There was no use arguing since Canada would use the exact same reason every time.
After dinner everyone went to bed, Yutarou sleeping on a pillow next to Canada's head.
As Seychelles washed up, she wondered if their plan to help Belgium would work. Those creatures weren't exactly accepted by anyone other than her and Canada, and who knew what their reactions would be if they were caught, but she knew that Yutarou could really help Belgium. They just needed a good chance, and if not, they'd make one.
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