A/N: im sorry. i ment to update friday, but i felt sick and yesterday i had a pig roast so i had to put my laptop in my room, and i cant get my story on my ipod, so yeah. anyway, sorry 'bout dat.


Canada POV

I walk down the hall of the building to my room. I close and lock the door before taking off my hoodie and throwing it on my bed. I sit down on my new bed and observe the room.

There's a desk, a small TV, a small sofa, a table, a dresser, a closet, a bathroom, a desk lamp, a window, and a ceiling fan. It's nothing really fancy, or big, but it's not small either.

I lie down and look up at the ceiling. I'll have to unpack later, I suppose. I just wish I didn't have to be here. Francis could have taken me home. He didn't have to send me here. I don't have a problem. I can show him I can stop whenever I want.

"Who are you?" Kuma asks, sitting next to me and looking down, blocking my view of the ceiling.

"I've told you, I'm Canada."

"Why are we here?"

"Francis-"

"Who?"

"My cousin."

"Who?"

I sigh. "The guy with the funny accent."

"And blonde hair who cooks good?"

"Yeah. He and everyone else think I have a problem. Apparently I'll be 'helped' here."

"Oh, so this was the place he was talking about."

"Must have been."

"Are you going to be depressed again?"

I think for a minute before replying, "I don't know."

"Who was that guy that talked with Francis?" Oh, so he'll remember Francis, but not me.

"Francis called him Gil. I think he's German."

"Why?"

"He has a slight German accent and he spoke in German."

"You speak in French sometimes."

"True." He lays down with his front paws on my arm then falls asleep a minute later. I stay like that for a while, even after it gets dark outside. I may have drifted off a few times. I feel oddly calm without anything to cause it. Well, I'm calm until there's a knock at my door.

I ignore it until the knocking turns to banging and I have no choice really but to answer it. So, I reluctantly sit up and get to my feet. I slowly walk to my door and open it. Gil's standing there with a carry out box and a bag in one hand, and smiling.

"Yeah?" I ask tiredly.

"I figured you hadn't eaten and I got your uniform." HE hands me the box and bag.

"Uniform?"

He nods. "There's a school here. They won't let us out of here, but they feel we need an education. So since it's a 'safe environment' here, they have a school."

"OK."

"And eat that, alright?" he asks, pointing to the box.

"Yeah, sure."

"Hey, don't just say you will, actually eat it, ok?"

"Yeah, I will. Thanks."

"Kesese. Sure thing. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he walks off down the hall, meeting up with a brown-haired guy.

I go back into my room, closing the door and putting the box and bag on the table. "May as well see what it is." I tell no one in particular a few minutes later. I go over to the tables and open the box. I smile a bit at the contents.

I think it's some kind of Spanish or Mexican food, but it smells good. The thing that makes me smile though is the plastic knife. It's nothing like my blade, but I hope it'll work.

I suddenly find myself really hungry. I turn on the TV and change it to the news. I take the box, sit on the bed, and watch as I eat. It's nothing really interesting though, just America's terrible economy. Al needs to figure out how to deal with money.

When I finish, I throw the box in the trash, but I keep the knife. I look over at Kuma to make sure he's still asleep. He is. I go into the bathroom, close and lock the door, and turn the sink on. I unwrap my left arm.

I take the plastic knife and very carefully cut along the stiches, undoing them and making my arm bleed. I smile a bit at the slight pain of the stiches being torn off unprofessionally, and I relish the feel and look of my blood flowing out of my body once again. I cut upwards a bit more, softly and contently sighing. I watch my arm bleed for a few more minutes before cleaning and rebandaging it. I turn off the sink after running the plastic knife under it. I don't know how long it will last, but I'll keep it until I can't.

I go back into my room, leaving the bathroom door open. I put the knife under my mattress before getting out a pillow and my Canadian flag blanket out of my suitcase. I take my jeans off and change into an older tee. I lie down and fall asleep a few minutes later, listening to the news and holding Kuma.