Hello again... I'm so terribly sorry. I have had pretty much the worst two months of my entire life, with my birthday right in the middle of the chaos. As I tried to write, I would break down in tears and have to wait again. Again, let me know if you need assistance; I have hotline information and resources to help you out.

I worked through it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what I did wrong here~

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Canada woke lazily to the sound of running water. In a daze, he cuddled Kumajirou closer and nuzzled his ears. Kumajirou, startled by the sudden gesture, made an adorable eep sound and wrapped his fluffy little arms closer around Matthew.

"Who?"

"I'm Canada…"

"No, silly, the one in the shower!"

"That's England. He's going to accompany us on our vacation."

"Oh. And Canada?"

"Yes, Kuma?"

"Why do you bleed?"

Matthew froze. His bear was unusually perceptive, being a nation pet. It was frustrating to Matthew at times, that he could form sentences and be fairly punctual in his eating schedule, yet forget his very existence at the same time. It was like he didn't want to remember him. Matthew interpreted this to mean that Kumajirou hated Matthew, and only stayed to be fed and nurtured. Matthew sighed, sitting upright and bringing Kumajirou to his lap.

"I fell down again, Kuma. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and you shouldn't worry about me. I'll manage."

Little did he know that England had long since stepped out of his cold shower, and was now listening intently to their conversation as the bear expressed his worry.

"Why does Canada hide things in his drawer?"

"Kuma, I know you're curious. I know. I've felt like that before too. But this time, just let Canada handle things. It'll be okay, I promise."

Kuma gave a huff, backing off for now.

England leaned his back against the door, holding his hand over his mouth. His eyes were emerald saucers, wide and shocked.

Matthew simply sighed, holding Kuma close.

England chose that moment to escape his steamy hiding place. Matthew involuntarily flinched as he looked curiously towards the Canadian.

His green eyes almost flashed as he passed, making the Canuck tense up and follow him with his eyes. Matthew sighed and got up, walking to the bathroom door.

"I'm going to go shower. Would you mind taking Kumajirou to the kitchen and pouring some more kibble into his bowl? Also, help yourself to microwave my spare pancakes. I'll be down in about ten minutes."

England gave a sharp nod, holding back the questions threatening to overflow. Tears stung his apathetic-appearing eyes as he fled the room, clutching Kumajirou to his chest as he escaped the vice putting the lump in his throat. He felt physically choked by the atmosphere in that room.

England sat Kumajirou down onto the couch, sparking the expected "Food?" from his fuzzy face.

England's emerald orbs drove into Kumajirou's own eyes, and England's set jaw and serious expression kept Kumajirou from complaining any more.

England kept his calm façade, quickly holding Kuma's arms and asking a blunt question.

"What is Canada hiding from me?"

"….he bleeds…"

"He… bleeds… from what?"

"He fell again…"

England decided to leave it at that, turning sharply and leaving into the kitchen. Kibble bits made faint noises as he meticulously poured the bag of food into Kumajirou's bowl.

England remembered a comment about drawers, and faintly wondered if that was where Canada was hiding his medical supplies. As he was making his way back to the room, he heard the fan in the bathroom and decided it was safe to sneak in and spy around his room.

As England opened the bedroom door, Canada opened the bathroom door. His arms were covered by an extra towel.

England started as he was caught in the act, his hands crossing politely behind his back as he averted his eyes.

Matthew blushed furiously at that, ushering Arthur out of his room and slamming the door. His hands shook weakly as he covered what he could of his body.

Sweatshirt, where are you? Where is that damned thing?

He found it, finally, on his stained carpet. He pushed his arms through the worn sleeves and sighed, looking at the full-length mirror hanging on his wall. His chest was only lightly muscled, reason being that the only exercise he ever got was the occasional hockey game he played, and even then it was just a light game. He sighed again in resignation, looking at the body he was slowly ruining. He looked too feminine in his opinion, with sparkling purple eyes and pale, lifeless lips. His legs, clothed in skin-tight jeans, were spindly and frail.

The lack of food had taken its toll on his thin frame, making his collarbones prominent and sickly-looking, and his hipbones jutted out at a sharp angle.

Canada sighed. His eyes were tired enough as it was, and they were losing their shine. As he headed to the bathroom a final time, he scrubbed his teeth harshly and meticulously and set his glasses straight onto his face.

England waited patiently on the couch. His thick eyebrows creased nervously as he noticed the extended waiting time.

As he was about to investigate, Matthew emerged from his cave, a rolling suitcase behind him. His backpack was red and white with a cute little bear clip on its zipper. He remembered his brother calling it gay when he bought it, but he liked the one plus it provided: its durability allowed him to haul Kumajirou with him, and he had enough room for a sketchbook.

England quickly rose from his seat, watching Kumajirou pull at Matthew's sleeve to get his attention. Matthew flinched from the chafing of the thin, rough fabric at his arms.

He quickly gathered a bundle of lightweight sweaters from his closet and stuffed them into his backpack. Then, he scooped Kumajirou into his thin arms and into the backpack. Kumajirou seemed disgruntled by the sudden change, but said nothing, opting to feel his owner's shoulder blades through the backpack. Kumajirou sighed, knowing this wasn't right. His owner was naturally muscular, normally…

Canada quickly opened the front door, grabbing England's luggage as well as his own. England noted painfully the struggle he had opening the trunk of his car to load the luggage into it. England sighed, wondering how on earth his little Canada had become this way, and why.

Was it his own fault? He raised him to be strong and courteous, but to hold his tongue. His opinions were often unheard as it was. Did he lead him to believe he was more invisible than ever?

Canada was a natural introvert; there was nothing to be done about that. England knew this better than anyone, even France. France refused to accept Canada even having a personality, let alone having an introverted one. England knew he was partially responsible, and that was why he felt almost a connection to Canada in a way. Growing up, England was constantly worrying about himself and himself alone. How could he ever try to allow someone else in when he had to fend for himself? He guessed to himself that maybe his own personality had rubbed off on Canada in a way.

England pondered this as Canada pulled out of his garage into the street nearby, driving with meticulous care out onto the freeway nearby. England glanced over at Canada and sighed. Canada was different in his own way. Canada cared about everyone else before himself. He was utterly selfless. It was troubling to England in a way, since Canada wasn't too worried about his economy at the moment. Overall, it seemed he spent too much time worrying about Alfred.

Alfred…

Alfred… how am I supposed to care for Matthew with Alfred hanging all over him?

Meanwhile, Canada was worrying excessively over his current situation with the vacation. Razors were his main concern.

Where can I even buy razors in France? Where can I even buy these things?

As Canada finally pulled into the lot, England realized something.

France's personality affected Canada in different ways. Canada is antisocial romantically… but he cares about others with a passion. It's like the good qualities in Canada come from both France and I…

Canada walked quickly, glancing at his watch. The trunk was hoisted open and Canada soon had all the bags in his care. England quickly stepped in and took two, and the two nations headed for the airport.

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