A.N. sorry that this chapter is really short, but it's just a filler… sorry

Also, last night I realized that I haven't ACTUALLY been to British Columbia, so I'm not going to go into any details of where he and Mattie go. This will most probably been the same for his stay with Francis and with Alfred.

Week one – Day two

I woke up squished between the wall and a giant ball of soft white fur. Wiggling out of my predicament, I accidently work up Kumajirou.

"Canada?"

"Hello Kumajirou. You hungry, eh?" This question makes him jump off the bed and pad into the kitchen. Yawning, I head to my wardrobe, pull out a pair of shorts – khaki – , tee-shirt – white – and my normal jumper – covered in my flag – then step into the bathroom to have a shower. 15 minutes later, I step into the kitchen, hair still wet and letting out a large yawn.

"'Kay, Kuma. What do you want? Haddock and egg, eh?" he stares at me, then nods. I smile, head over to the fridge to fetch Kuma's breakfast. Once I've put it down for him, he literally jumps into the food in his eagerness. I make myself a cup of coffee and sit at the oak breakfast bar with a pen and A5 note pad.

Wednesday:

Royal British Columbia Museum

Thursday

Whale watching

Hike to Victoria Lake

Friday

Butchart Gardens

Saturday

Craigdarroch Castle

Sunday

Fort Rodd Hill

BANG

"GOD DAMN IT" I sigh. I think England's awake. I stand up from my chair, push it under then turn on the stove. I'm half way through making pancakes when Arthur stumbles into the room, bleary eyed and hair mussed up.

"Morning Arthur"

"'orning Mathew"

"Take a seat breakfast is almost ready, eh" he sits down where I pointed out and stares at me

"What's for breakfast… if you don't mind me asking?"

"Pancakes" I beam at him, earning a weak smile aimed back at me. As we tuck into our huge piles of pancakes, I keep glancing at him. His skin is still waxy but is starting to gain its healthy glow back.

After eating breakfast, I sent him back upstairs to get showered and ready to go out. Half an hour later, I'm sat in the front room, watching a documentary on Polar Bears when Arthur came down the stairs and sat next to me. He is wearing a baggy pair of union jack patterned surf shorts and a tight white short sleeved tee-shirt.

"So, what's the plan Mathew?"

"Well… I had the idea of maybe visiting the Royal British Columbia Museum. Whatcha think?"

"It's 'What do you' not 'whatcha' I raised you better than that. Yeah, that sounds good."

"Brilliant"