The four nations in the room remained silent as they looked at each other. The gun shot had sounded like it was really close to the house.
"Um maybe it was just a hunter or something." America suggested. America's house was pretty close to some hunting grounds so he heard gunshots all the time.
"No this is private property people can't hunt here." Canada said. This doesn't make sense he thought to himself. Why was someone on his land with a gun? Wait a minute. Kuma was lost out there somewhere and now a person with a gun was out there too.
"Oh my god!" Canada yelled and made a dash for his front door. America grabbed Canada's arm and held his brother back. "Mattie what are you doing?" Canada struggled frantically against his brother's grip.
"I have to get out there, Kuma could be in trouble!" Canada screamed and tried to yank his arm out of America's grip, but the other just tightened his grip. "Mattie you need to calm down." America said to his brother.
"No! He might be hurt he needs me!" Canada said still struggled to get out. Kuma might be hurt he probably needs my help Canada thought to himself.
"Mattie you can't go out there right now!" America yelled trying to talk some kind of sense into his brother.
"I have to go out there right now! Al let go!" Canada screamed loudly, and turned around to face America Canada swung wildly and punched America in the gut. America winced in pain from the blow, but didn't loosen his grip on Canada.
Canada tried to punch America again, but his fist was stopped before it could connect with America's jaw. America had grabbed Canada's right fist and held it just as tightly as he did his left.
"Al let go! You don't understand Kuma he needs me!" America pulled Canada close to him as the other continued to struggle and scream. America wrapped his arms around Canada and pulled him in for a hug.
Canada tensed up as America hugged him. "Shhh Mattie it's ok." America whispered into Canada's ear. Canada shook in America's arm, trying to hold back the tears he felt forming. He seemed to be crying so much lately.
America rubbed Canada's back trying to sooth his northern brother, and suddenly Canada couldn't hold it in any longer the tears he had tried to hold back poured from his eyes. America held Canada closer as his brother sobbed into his shoulder.
France and England who had remained quiet throughout this whole ordeal walked forward and placed their hands on Canada's shoulder.
Canada took a shaky breath before looking up at America. "Alfred." He whispered his throat sore from the yelling he had just done.
"Yeah Mattie." America said looking down at Canada. Canada's eyes were red and puffy from the crying and tears were still streaming down his face.
"I'm s-so sorry Al." Canada began to shake again. America tightened his hold on Canada and rubbed circles in his back.
"Shhh Mattie it's ok. I forgive you." America said still whispering to Canada.
"I'm scared Al." Canada said his voice even quieter than it usually was.
America looked at how vulnerable his brother looked right now; this was why he had to protect Canada. He could get hurt so easily and what kind of hero was he if he let his brother get hurt?
"Mattie I know you just want your bear back, but you can't go out there right now." America said. Canada felt more tears welling up in his eyes.
"But Al I know he needs me. I have to help him." Canada's voice sounded desperate.
"Canada going out there right now would not be wise." England said squeezing Canada's shoulder.
Canada sighed he knew they were right. It was dark out so they wouldn't be able to see and on top of that there was someone out there shooting. It would be dangerous to go out there, but Canada couldn't shake the uneasy feeling inside of him.
"Come on Mathieu you should go to bed. We will search again first thing in the morning." Canada nodded his head knowing that his family wouldn't let him do anything else he slowly made his way up the stairs to his bedroom and fell face first on to his bed. Today had been a long day hopefully sleep would come to him soon, but luck was not on his side today.
Down stairs…
America ran a hand through his hair and looked up at England and France. Both of them held questioning looks on their faces. America sighed.
"Would you like to explain the events of the last 30 minutes?" France asked raising his eyebrows at America.
"Yes I think we need to clarify what just happened." England said crossing his arms over his chest.
America rubbed the back of his head. It was going to be a long night. America sat down in a chair trying to decide how they would talk about all of this.
France sat down across from him. "I think you should start with what you and Mathieu were talking about before I came upstairs." France said crossing his legs.
England sat down in the chair next to France and looked at America waiting for his explanation.
America explained how he had been eavesdropping and heard Canada on the phone with Russia when France had sent him up to get Canada for dinner.
"Ah so that is why you were yelling at Mathieu." France said.
America nodded his head. "We need to take shifts watching Mattie tonight." America said his face serious.
"Why?" England asked confused as to why Matthew would need to be watched.
"Because I know Mattie, and that means that he's sitting in his room thinking about that bear being alone in the woods and the terrible things that could happen to him." America stated.
"And?" England was still confused.
"So in about say 20 minutes Canada will have a plan of how to sneak out without us noticing." America said.
"How can you be so sure of what he will do?" England asked a little skeptical about it. It didn't seem like something the Canadian would do.
"Oui I think he is right. That's the way Mon Mathieu works." France said during a moment of nostalgia, thinking of the days when Canada had been his colony.
England raised his eyebrows at the two. America shrugged his shoulders. "It's true you'll find out later, but we have to be secretive about watching him." America lowered his voice to a whisper. "Mattie isn't stupid. If we're too obvious he'll find us out. So don't actually leave your rooms just listen out for him. Ok?" America looked at England and France as the two nodded their heads.
Without saying another word the three trekked up the stairs to their respective rooms.
Canada sat in his room turning in his bed. Kuma is somewhere getting hurt he thought. He had to save his bear he just had to. Canada thought of all the horrible things that could be happening to his bear. He knew his family was right going out there right now was a bad idea, but he still had to try for Kuma.
Canada stood up and quietly walked out of his room and crept down the stairs. Before he had even made it down the first three steps he heard a voice behind him.
"Where are you going?" America asked as he glared at his younger brother.
"U-um I was just going to um." Canada tried to find an excuse, but failed.
"Go back to bed Mattie." America said. Canada sighed and walked back into his room. About ten minutes later Canada stood up and left his room again.
After stopping Canada's first escape attempt America walked back into the room he was staying in and flopped down on his bed face first and sighed into the soft pillow. Canada always had such soft pillows he thought to himself. Why of all the people that Russia could target did he chose Canada? America chewed the inside of his cheek as he began to think of the two largest nations in the world.
America was determined to find out what Russia would want with his little brother and thought of the possibilities until he fell into a fitful sleep.
England sighed as he walked into his room and removed his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed in one of Canada's many guest rooms.
England placed his head in his hands and began to massage his temples. Everything was stressing the Brit out he had just been trying to be nice and help Canada find his bear. He did want all these extra problems.
England grabbed his cell phone from where he had left it and found that he had three missed calls all from his boss. Great now his work was piling up he would have to head home soon to get it done. He hoped that the others would understand, he checked the day it was Tuesday, he would have to leave on Thursday morning. England sighed and laid down in the bed staring at the ceiling until sleep overtook him.
France laid down on his bed and ran a hand through his blond hair and sighed. It had been a very stressful day he had spent the beginning of the day walking around in the freezing cold looking for a polar bear, and then right when he thought things were calming down the fiasco at dinner happens. Right now all he wanted to do was sleep, but as France laid down he found that sleep did not come for him. Instead he was thinking of Canada's relationship with Russia.
It would be best if Canada stopped seeing Russia, this way Canada wouldn't get hurt he thought to himself. France was sure that if Canada continued to hang out with Russia the two would get close and once they were close Russia would hurt Canada. France was sure of this everyone knew Russia was insane, expect for Canada who was too naïve to see this.
France sighed. He knew that Canada probably thought that Russia just wanted to help him find his bear, but France knew this was not true Russia had to have some ulterior motive. France wanted to stop Russia from getting to Canada, but how could he do that when Canada thought Russia was going to help him find Kuma?
France sat up in bed as an idea hit him. France figured he would just try harder to find Kumajirou tomorrow so that when Russia showed up they would already have Kumajirou and Russia would have no reason to stay.
France sighed and laid back in his bed. "I'm so brilliant." France said to himself, and right when sleep finally began to take him over he heard the door to his room open and looked up to see Canada standing in the doorway.
"Mathieu is something wrong?" France asked as he sat up in his bed confused.
"U-um w-well you see…" Canada trailed off and looked down at the floor.
"Mathieu you will either have to come closer or speak up, I can't hear you." France said swinging his legs over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Canada slowly walked over to where France was sitting on the edge off the bed. Canada played with the edge of his shirt and continued to look at the floor.
"Papa." he whispered.
France was beginning to get worried about Canada. "Oui Mathieu what is it?"
"Well I couldn't sleep so…" Canada trailed off again as he felt his cheeks heating up.
"It's ok you can tell me Mathieu." France said.
Canada took a deep breath. "I was wondering if I could sleep in your bed like I used to do when I was little." Canada said very quickly still not looking at France.
France however did still hear him, and he smiled. 'Mathieu is so cute.' France thought to himself. "Of course you can sleep in my bed Mathieu." France said remembering the days when Canada was little and would curl up in bed beside him.
Canada finally looked up from the floor and smiled at France. "Thank you Papa." Canada walked around to the other side of the bed and laid down. France moved next to him and pulled the blanket over both of their bodies wrapping his arm around Canada's waist. Canada leaned back into France's warm body and took a deep breath.
France smiled as he felt Canada leaning against him just like he used to when he was France's colony. "Oh Mathieu I miss the days when you were my petit colony."
Canada sighed. "I do to Papa."
"Do you remember the time when you helped me make honey muffins?" France said with a smile on his face.
Canada also smiled. "Oui papa I remember. Kuma bumped into the table and split the honey all over himself."
France laughed. "And when we tried to catch him he ran around the kitchen and ended up knocking the entire bag of flour over."
"Then it fell on the floor and got everywhere." Canada said giggling.
"Then Kumajirou started to roll around in the flour and got it all over us when we tried to catch him."
"Oui it got in your hair somehow. It was so funny."
"Oh yes it was you were so cute with little smudges of flour all over your face." France sighed wrapping his arm around Canada tighter.
"Papa." Canada said his voice barely audible.
"Oui."
"I'm scared." Canada said his voice trembling.
"It is ok Mathieu. I understand you are scared." France knew that Canada was scared for his bear, but France was scared too. Scared for Canada. "I'm scared too." France whispered into Canada's ear.
A/N: hope you guys like it! Yes France can control his inner pervert and actually comfort Canada. I would write more, but if I wait any later you guys will end up with a late chapter and I couldn't leave you like that. Now I'm off to celebrate my birthday! Yay I has cake! Love to my reviewers!
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