Chapter 12: Suspicion
Canada slowly attempted to turn over until he realized just how bad of an idea that was. The sun had just began to shine in through the blinds, scattered around the room. He tried to sleep flat on his back incase it really was thrown out, but he didn't feel any pain, at least until now. He slowly tried to move onto his side, but pain suddenly struck up his spine. He stopped half way in his sleep, whimpered, and woke up with the pain. Russia could hear the small whimpers and he himself woke up, opening his eyes slowly to the boy. "Are you alright?" He asked.
Canada frowned. "Um," he tried moving a bit but the pain struck up his back again. "I feel it now." Like Russia had told him, he would feel it in the morning. Canada only ignored it though. Russia sat up a bit and looked at him. "You were right." he mumbled.
"Would you like ice?" He questioned, Canada nodded a bit. Russia yawned a bit but got up out of the bed, leaving the boy to lay there without movement, and went down to get some ice. Kumajirou crawled his way up over the sheets and next to his owner.
"Does it hurt?" Kumajirou tilted his head, Canada nodded. "That sounds like a you problem." Canada glared. Russia returned yawning a bit and sat on the edge of the bed, placing the cold ice to the boy's back. Canada shivered a bit. He tried turning the boy back onto his back with the ice on it now, knowing that would help just a bit, and sat him up against the pillows a bit.
"Try not to move too much." Russia directed and stood up. "I'll bring you up breakfast, da?"
"I'm not really hungry." Canada said.
"I am!" Kumajirou stood on his back legs. "Food. Hungary. Feed me!" Canada looked toward Russia, who only sighed.
"Da. I'll do it." Russia picked the little bear up, Kumajirou squirming around with the touch off the man who threatened to turn him jerky everyday. He continued to squirm in the Russian's grip as Russia attempted to carry him down the stairs to the kitchen. Finally, the bear had stop squirming, so Russia dropped him onto the floor. He squirmed around on the floor until he managed to get back onto his feet.
"Animal abuse!" Kumajirou growled, Russia only smiled at him and laughed a bit.
"Kol kol~ like I care." he laughed before going into the fridge and getting the bear's small package of fish. "Now eat." he threw it onto the floor, still in the pack.
"I can't open it. I don't have thumbs."
"That's not my problem." Russia smiled and went back into the fridge to make his own and Canada's breakfasts. Kumajirou stared at the package for a minute, getting into a hunting position, then pounced onto the package and tried ripping it apart with his teeth; he couldn't seem to bite through the plastic. He tried pulling it apart with his teeth but nothing worked, until someone picked up the package and physically opened it for him, then gave it back for the bear to eat. Russia turned a bit to see France in his puffy pink pajamas. "What… in the hell are you wearing?"
"Well I normally don't wear clothes when I sleep." France yawned. "So I had to find some old pajamas when you two came, Canada yelled at me last time."
"Most people would if their father walked around butt naked." Russia glared. He took out some bowls and then turned to the stove. "I'm using your kitchen."
"Oui~ Sure thing~ as long as I get food." He smiled. Russia turned to him with a glare.
"Fine. But if you complain, I will beat your head into the wall." Russia turned the stove on and began to crack eggs.
"O-Oui fine." France nervously took a seat at the table. "I didn't know you cooked though."
"Matvey has been teaching me a few things." he lifted up the cracked egg. "I hate cracking these stupid eggs though." he threw it into the trash can and began stirring it in the pan.
"Well on the bright side," France picked up Kumajirou and put him on his lap, "You're experiencing a new culture~"
"I like mine better."
"Your food is weird though…" France pouted, Russia struck a glare at him. "I-I mean… Russian food is so good!" Russia turned back to his cooking, France sighed in relief. "Well you're very calm."
"What do you mean by that?" Russia glanced at him but turned back.
"I'm pretty sure I would have a pole through my eye if you reacted normally." France nervously said. "You're not a total psychopath hooray~" Russia picked up a knife and slammed the end into the cutting board. "You're a psycho! You're a psycho!" France cried, Russia only smiled.
"Kol kol~"
After the small issues, Russia brought breakfast up to the boy laying in bed, Kumajirou following him. Canada looked over at the two as Russia placed the plate of food on the nightstand. "Thank you Russia."
"Da. You're welcome."
"Did feeding Kumariu go okay?" Canada took a small bite. Russia and Kumajirou only looked at each other, both glaring at each other.
"Da…. It was…Fine…" Russia glared at the bear still, mouthing "jerky" at him. Kumajirou gulped a bit and jumped back onto the bed, curling up to Canada. Canada cuddled the little bear and looked at Russia, he quickly snapped out of his glare and smiled at the boy; Canada caught on.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing!" Russia quickly turned away into the bathroom to shower. Canada sat there with a stupid look, then looked at t he bear.
"What did he do?" Canada looked at him. Kumajirou could see the Russian peeking out of the bathroom with dark aura around him; he gulped.
"Nothing!" Kumajirou quickly snuggled into Canada's side.
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Another day passed before Canada could actually sit up in his bed without feeling any pain in his back. Russia tried to behave himself, but Kumajirou couldn't stay out of trouble when Russia had to feed or watch him; the bear running, biting, clawing, climbing, and hiding every time Russia attempted to feed him. By the time Canada could actually get out of bed and stand, Russia was done. He walked into the room holding the bear upside-down by his leg as Canada got settled on his crutches. "Russia… Put him down…" Canada only glared.
"If you say s-"
"And I mean by gently putting him down!" Canada yelled as he saw Russia about to let go. Russia pouted and bent down, placing the bear on the ground instead of dropping him. "Good."
"You're really gonna try walking with those things?"
"Yes. Yes I am." Canada tired taking a step. "There's not so bad."
"Just don't step with your bad foot."
"No duh." Canada tried taking another few steps. "Not too bad." He smiled and tried going for the door.
"I still can't believe you fractured your ankle…" Russia sighed. "Figures though." Canada stopped.
"Whatda mean by that?" He pouted.
"Well, America falls on his face and broke his foot. You fall on your back and break your ankle." Russia said. "Two apples, same tree."
"That's rude." Canada continued to pout.
"Rude but true." Russia titled his head a bit. "Do you need help getting down the stairs?"
"I was thinking of crawling or riding down the rail." Canada said sarcastically.
"So that's a no?"
"I was being sarcastic." Canada sighed.
"Oh…" Russia watched the boy walk out with the crutches under his arms, attempting to get to the stairs with Russia following close behind and the boy falling into the walls a bit. When he actually got to the stairs, Russia couldn't even let the boy try to go down them, so he picked him up and carried him down himself. He let the boy get settled onto his crutches again and watched him walk into the kitchen, Russia following behind. They walked in on France's phone call, but once he realized they were there, he quickly hung up.
"Oh b-bon jour!" France laughed nervously, the two only stared.
"Who was that?" Canada asked. France quickly put his cell phone into his pocket.
"What? Nothing, no one," He quickly got away from the question. "Oh! You're walking again, oui?" Canada and Russia only looked at each other in suspicion.
"Oui papa." Canada leaned back a bit against the wall.
"I, um, I'll be going out for a bit!~" France grabbed his coat off the seat and began to put it on. "You two have the house to youselves if you want to do anything dirty, my toys are in the basement." Canada and Russia both blushed and stood there with confused looks and their mouths hanging open. "Au revoir!" France quickly got out of the kitchen and out of the house before the two could say another word.
"What… just… happened…?" Canada questioned.
"France was being France?" Russia questioned as well. "That was very suspicious though."
"Yeah…" Canada smirked. "Lets follow him!"
"Nyet Matvey, you shouldn't get involved."
"He gets involved with me all the time and follows me though."
"I doubt he follows you Matvey."
"Remember how me and you went to that sushi place in Tokyo instead of that dinner with Japan?"
"Da I remember."
"France followed us the entire time."
"S-Seriously?" Russia questioned.
"Yup. He sat at the table across from us dressed as one of those Vocaloid characters." Canada sighed.
"Are you doing the joking?"
"Nope. I'm serious. He did."
"That's disturbing…" Russia said. "Um, change the subject."
Canada nodded and looked around a bit. "We got the house to ourselves."
"I'm pretty sure if I get those toys, you'll only end up more hurt."
"Not what I meant!" Canada blushed and squealed. "Let's just go and do something, like, um, I don't wanna be here if France isn't here."
"So you want to go out? On the crutches?"
"Well yeah. I gotta get used to them and I'm tired of being stuck in this house." Canada stretched out a bit. "I'm not gonna ruin our little break either, let's go out~" He smiled. Russia looked at him and sighed, but nodded. "Woo!~ Let's go then!"
"I want food though…" Kumajirou whimpered, the two looked at him.
"Jerky…" Russia glared.
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Thanks for reading~
I'm gonna talk bout the chapter a bit like always, merp. Clearly Canada is still hurt and on crutches like the klutz he is, and (kinda important later on) Russia and Kumajirou aren't getting along very well ^^' that kinda becomes something later. Also, France is actually playing something in this fan fic O_O (I never really use France other than a joke or a bother so I'm actually being nice to him o.o) the next chapter their gonna do stuff, merp. It's close to the holidays so sorry if it's taking so long to update. ^^'
Now then, I just wanna say to please pray/show respect to those who died Friday morning during the Connecticut shootings, more than 25 people were killed, 20 of them being children. I'm well aware that people, including innocent children, die everyday across the world, but as a fellow American I just wanna show some kind of support for the families. Please pray for those lost (Don't review badly about this comment, I'm just trying to show some respect, those who DO review commenting badly about this event will be removed and blocked) thank you….
