Canada woke up early that morning to try and figure out what to do.
He thought about following the doctor's advice and moving to Nunavut.
But he didn't think that it would be cold enough. He needed to bring
his son to the home of general winter himself: Russia.
The only problem was he couldn't go with him. Canada was playing a
bigger and bigger role in world politics, not that anyone seemed to
notice. Mathew would find solutions to whatever issues were supposed
to be discussed during the world meetings and place them next to
Finland while the other countries were arguing. It amused him that no
one found it odd that global issues were being solved mysteriously.
He'd even heard a few rumors about Switzerland being the culprit!
That made him laugh. He realized he was fine with someone else taking the
credit as long as it wasn't Alfred!
Mathew was uncomfortable with leaving his son alone in Russia. He needed to find someone he could trust to take care of his son. Russia himself was out of the question of course. Mathew didn't trust Ivan and even if the Russian cared for Kumajiro that meant his son would be murdered by the possessive Belarus. Besides, wouldn't Ivan be at all the G8 meetings too? Lithuania was pretty close
to Ivan so he was not an option. Mathew doubted Latvia was even old
enough to take care of a child and he didn't know Estonia well enough
to trust him with his dying son.
This only left Mathew with one option and he didn't like it.
It's not like he had anything against her. She just had a way of making
him feel nervous.
Mathew stepped into his son's room. Kumajiro usually pale skin was
bright red and his brown eyes were shut tight. Mathew ran his fingers
through the boys white hair. It was drenched in sweat, as was the rest
of his body.
He would do this for his son. He had to.