Canada POV

"Why did you let him bring you to those places? Did he force you to go? And you went back to the house? Why would you do that?" Kuma asks once Gil leaves.

"H-he didn't f-force me. I-I wanted to go the arcade. A-and the syrup w-was at the house."

"The syrup was at the house and that's why you went back. For syrup?"

"W-well, no one else has my syrup. No one has the good kind."

"That doesn't matter. If I had known, if you had been thinking. I don't even know why…and for syrup. Did you get hit in the head with something when I wasn't paying attention? Do you have any sense left? You like this strange boy, go into a dangerous house for syrup, and you don't listen to doctors when they tell you that you shouldn't be moving. What's wrong with you?"

"I-I thought you were my friend." I quietly whisper. I put him down and get up. I ignore him when he asks what I'm doing and run downstairs to the kitchen. Gil is holding something, but I run into him and hug him, burying my face in his chest, trying not to cry. I hear plates and food hitting the floor.

"Birdie, what's the matter?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me.

"K-kumatichi w-was b-being mean, but h-he's never b-been like th-this b-before." I sniffle. He rubs my back and holds me close.

"It's ok, everything's gonna be all right Birdie, everything's going to be fine." He holds me to him for a few minutes before sitting me on the sofa and giving me some food from the kitchen. "I'll be right back." He goes back upstairs.

I start eating, but I get distracted. I can hear Gil's yelling from his bedroom.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK! BIRDIE IS PERFECTLY FINE!" A second later, he yells again. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? IT'S NOT MY FAULT I HAVE AN AWESOME BOYFRIEND!" I'm sure he said more, but I couldn't comprehend it. I start blushing and eat the food Gil got me. He keeps yelling, but I don't hear the words.

After a few minutes, Gil comes down looking kinda ticked off. He comes over to me, and he seems to relax.

"You OK Birdie?" he asks, wrapping his arm around me.

"Yeah."

"Your bear is difficult, but I'm sure he'll come back around and apologize." He holds me close to him and rubs my arm.

"Gil? Y-you said I, I was an awesome boyfriend?" I speak quietly, almost a whisper.

He smiles. "Because you are." He goes to kiss my forehead, but I move so we kiss. He holds me close to him and pulls me onto his lap. He wants to get into my mouth, and I slowly let him in. He takes advantage of it and pushes me down on the sofa. After a minute he breaks the kiss for air. He's sitting on top of me and looking down at me, smiling.

"Birdie. I love you so much."

"I love you too." He sits back and pulls me up so I'm sitting.

He looks at me for a minute, then asks, "What's up with this curl? It's always hanging in your face." He reaches for my curl, but I take his hand to stop him.

"I-it just stays there. It's stubborn."

"Birdie." He takes my curl between his thumb and forefinger.

"Please don't pull it."

"Why?" He gently tugs it a bit and I softly moan. He smiles.

"Please, don't." He strokes my curl and I moan, trying not to. He smiles, enjoying this.

After a few minutes, he stops and holds me close to him. He gently kisses the top of my head and rubs my arm. Kuma comes down after a few minutes and looks at us for a minute. He sits in front of me.

"Canada-"

"You know my name?" I cut him off, excited that he finally remembered. Gil looks over at me, but I don't notice.

"Sort of. Your…boyfriend…helped me. Anyway, I'm sorry about earlier. I was just really worried about you, and I was jealous that you're giving Gil a lot of attention."

"We've been with each other for so long, a guess it would seem like I'm ignoring you. I'm not trying to." I pick him up and hug him. "I'm sorry." He pats my back.

"It's all right. I just worry."

I feel arms wrap around the both of us, then a kiss on my cheek. I smile.