-Canada didn't what to feel or how to act it was as if his whole life got pulled out from under him. He had been lied to by what he thought where his parents, had been practically adopted by the Nordics only to find out that it was more like coming home to the Nordics and now he sat in a big chair at Denmark's home staring at France's contact on his phone wondering what in the world was he going to say to the man he thought had been his father. He kept staring at the phone until the emotional weight got too much and he would cast the device to the ground only to pick it up again wondering if he should even call.

It had been a week since the truth had been showed to him. He had been joyful to find his missing family but also unbelievably angry and sad at the men he had spent years trying to please. One part of him wondered why they had done this to him another berating himself for being angry at his Papa who he loved. He just didn't understand. He wanted answers but he was to afraid to call.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Norway come in carrying what seemed a plate of cookies.

"Hey." Canada greeted.

Norway nodded and sat down next to him.

"Want a cookie? Fin made them." Norway asked.

Canada glanced at the plate the cookies looked really good, but His stomach was to much in knots to feel any type of hunger.

"I am good."

"Okay."

And that was how it had been the whole week. Norway would ask Canada something and Canada would either respond or not and Norway would just go with it. Canada rubbed his temples he wasn't used to people just randomly agreeing with him. It was like Norway was just okay with anything he did. While it was incredibly freeing, it was also terrifying. If this had been France, Canada knew he would keep asking why was he upset, why he didn't want a cookie, was he sick? If it had been England, it would be him automatically assuming that some how Canada was angry with him or that he was insulting his food or something of that nature. But Norway there was just this quiet somber agreement. Nothing to tell if his biological father was mad or happy or anything.it was so frustratingly calm and Canada didn't know how to deal with it. They hadn't even talked about anything about everything. Canada wasn't even sure if he wanted to. He didn't know if he could handle hearing another horrible thing about the people who raised him. God he needed to talk to someone.

Alfred.

The little voice in his was calling out to him, but he shook it away how was he supposed to tell America all this. They hadn't really talked like family in years. Next to him he felt Norway shift.

"So you are stressed?" He asked

"What! How did you."

"Magic"

"Oh" Matthew didn't really know how Norway's magic worked but he didn't what to know. Ever since that one time England tried to teach him he had decided to stay far away from such things. "Yeah I guess I am little stressed."

"Why?" Norway allowed that question ring in the air.

"Why not."

Norway laughed. Canada started at that. He hadn't really heard Norway laugh before. It was soft and light like a feather.

"I suppose that is to be expected." Norway said.

"No shit."

"No cursing." Finland's voice piped up from the kitchen.

Both Norway and Canada laughed at that.

"So you are not going to call them?" Norway asked seemingly serious.

"No..well..um. Do you want me to?" Canada said.

"It isn't about what I want. This is about you. You are facing an impossible truth and it's your choice how to deal with it." Norway elaborated

"I am not used to that."

"To what?"

"Getting to choose." Canada leaned back into the chair's cushions, "I never am the one making choices. I can count on one hand the times I have done what I wanted." He signed, "This is just way to much."

Norway was staring at him oh god did he share to much.

"Stop." Was What Norway said.

"Stop What?"

"You have been the same color all week." The Nordic said as if that explained everything.

Canada blinked confused.

"Uh What?"

"I mean well...ugh where is Denmark when I need him. Okay. Okay. You need to stop worrying. You have not even let yourself feel this yet. Stop forcing your emotions to be white..I mean let yourself move past the shock." Norway gave himself a little shake, "stop acting like me and let your self feel this before you try to make any decisions."

"But I have let my self feel it." Canada defended.

"Trust me. I know you haven't. This whole week you been in a haze. Please just let yourself feel it." Norway sounded desperate.

"I...I don't know how." Canada muttered.

"What?"

"I said I don't know how. I have never let these kind of things get to me. Ever. When Papa left, I just let him I didn't want to think about it so I didn't. When America revolted, I did the same thing. I don't want to think about it. I can't. Something bad will happen if I do. If I..." Canada swallowed. "I have been making myself ignore the pain for years. I don't know how to feel anything right anymore. I haven't felt happy since I was a kid. I don't even know how to deal with this."

His mouth went dry. He had never told anyone that. He couldn't quite believe that he just admitted that. Norway was marking a weird face. Oh no. Canada knew he had probably said way to much.

"It okay not to know how to deal with this. But it okay to feel it." Norway said slowly. "I can help you unlock all the emotion you been holding down. If you want me to."

"No!" Canada turned red. "Uh I mean not right now."

"Okay."

Canada stood. "I am gunna go get a shower. Um goodnight."

"Good night."

Canada nodded awkwardly and walked out of the living room.