His room was only a few doors down from yours, room number 221. Matthew Williams or Canada was staying in that room. He wasn't noticed much but you almost always talked to him, to make him feel included. You knew how he felt since you were once like that, an almost unnoticed country. So you were sure he wouldn't mind you if you did pay him a visit this late at night and he'd be happy to help you out.

You reached his room and knocked three times on the door. Creaking and a muffled sigh could be heard from the room. You knocked again, this time slightly louder.

"If he doesn't answer I'll just go back and deal with this on my own," you mumbled to yourself. "It couldn't be that bad."

Thankfully you heard a yawn followed by footsteps walking towards the door. The door opened to reveal a half asleep Canada. His blond hair was ruffled, glasses were askew and he was wear a white shirt with. . .

"Oh _!" He squeaked and closed the door. A loud commotion could be heard from the room before the door opened. Matthew had decided to put on a pair of grey trackies, covering his bear printed boxers. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," you gave out a small laugh.

"So why are you here?" Matthew asked fixing his glasses. "_, have you been crying?"

You didn't realise that your cheeks still felt warm from the tears earlier and your eyes must've been red. "Oh, yeah, I had a nightmare and," you began.

"Your sister already told me this might happen," Matthew mumbled and opened the door wider. "Come in."

You stepped inside and shivered. The room was a few degrees colder then out in the hall. Matthew took your blanket wrapped arm and led you towards the bed. He sat you down on it and plopped himself next to you.

"Nightmare?" He asked his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded. "Although I don't remember it."

"Well that's good," Matthew sighed in relief. "I mean, it's good that you don't remember it, not that, the nightmare thing."

"I know what you mean," you tried to smile.

"Oh good," Matthew smiled back, relaxing a bit.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder, still shivering from the cold. Matthew stiffened and cautiously put two arms around you. His touch was warm and comforting, like your sister's. Thunder rumbled outside, vibrating the walls and breaking the silence.

"So would it be alright if I stayed with you tonight?" You asked hoping he'd say yes.

"Of course," Matthew nodded and loosened his grip on you. "Your sister asked me to look after you and I know you'd do the same for me."

"Thanks Mattie," you said sitting up and rubbing your sore eyes. Just how much did you cry before seeking help? "So would it be alright if I slept with you tonight?"

The Canadian blushed at the thought of sharing the same bed with you but he nodded slowly. "If it'll help you I don't mind."

You gave Matthew a hug and a kiss on the cheek, making him blush even deeper. "You're the best. I am seriously lucky to have a best friend like you."

You let go of Matthew before falling onto the bed. Your eyes began to close before you even pulled the blanket over you. Wow, I'm really this tired? You felt the bed shift awkwardly under you before Matthew helped you with the blanket. His warmth could be felt under the blanket as he laid there next to you, fully awake.

"Damn it," you heard Matthew whisper causing your eyes to open.

"What is it?" You asked in the same tone as Matthew.

"Kumajimbo ran off before the storm started and I found it hard to fall asleep without her," Matthew answered mumbling.

"Oh," you sighed not knowing what to say.

The bed shifted again and this time you turned your attention over to Matthew. He was lying on his side, propped up by his elbow. He looked like he was arguing with himself.

"_," Matthew mumbled barely audible. "Would it be alright, ifyoucouldbemyKumabimbo?" His face was now a bright red in the dark.

"Huh?" You asked not catching what he asked for.

Matthew swallowed hard trying to compose himself. "Would y-you be my K-Kumabimbo for tonight?"

You gave him a smile. Of course you would have to say yes, he was just being so darn cute and he was one of the best huggers you know so this could work out quite well.

"I would be delighted to be your Kumajirou," you answered.

An awkward moment passed before you realised that he was waiting for you to get comfortable. Realising this, you turned on your side and snuggled into the mattress. You felt Matthew's arms wrap around your torso before pulling you closer to him. You would've complimented Matthew on how warm he was but you were already falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning still being held in Matthew's surprisingly strong arms. You would've stayed like that until he woke up until you realised that you really needed to pee. You tried to break free of his grip but he only snuggled your closer, giving out a happy sigh.

"Wow, Kumajirou must have it tough," you mumbled to yourself. You tried to wriggle free again but there was no such luck. "Mattie," you whined. He stirred. "Mattie, come on I need to pee." You struggled harder.

"Huh?" Matthew mumbled. "Kumajero what are you doing?" He opened his eyes and realised that you were trying to get out of his grip. "Oh I'm sorry _. Was I hurting you?" He let you go.

You stood up and ran to the bathroom. "No you didn't," you called as you shut the door. "I just really needed to pee."

(Quickly asks for permission and holds them like Kumajirou)