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I had a very large yard, surrounded by a picket fence. The grass was a nice green just as the trees in the back, which stayed that color all year round. If you went down the road a bit you would find a stream, that Kumahaji likes to splash around in, and at the end of that stream was a small body of water, about chest deep at it's lowest point. I live pretty far from town. In fact, It takes about 20 to 30 minutes to get there, but I don't mind; I like living this far out. No annoying neighbors, no kids screaming or dogs barking, and none of those people who criticize my owning of a polar bear. It truly was calming out here.
"Throw!" a voice commanded, bringing me out of my thoughts. I had been holding the Frisbee much longer than I had though.
"Oh! Sorry!" I reached my arm back, and with a fling, sent the disk into the air, my bear after it. I smiled at his enthusiasm. Kumasaru was usually so lazy, but he loved running through the crisp air of morning. It was probably the only thing that could make him put forth such energy. Soon he was back carrying the disk in his mouth like it was his prey. He gave me the toy and ran back for another round.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Go! Go!" he replied in excitement. With that I swung my arm, releasing the frizbee into even further throw than the last, and Kuma was off to catch it.
Next my mind wandered elsewhere. Russia had called about an hour ago asking for a place to stay. Why here? He said that it wasn't safe there, but why? The number of questions greatly outnumbered the answers, which I could only guess at.
He had said we were friends, right? Maybe that's why. I mean, friends are expected to do things like that for each other. But, even though he proclaimed out friendship, I still feel like I hardly know the guy. I sighed, seeing Kumakumaki tread his way to me.
He sat in front of me, dropping his prize from his mouth to the floor. "Tired."
"Alright. Lets go inside then," I said making a gesture to the house. With that he stood and began towards the warmness of the indoors. I grabbed the frizbee from the ground before following him in.
Upon entering the house, I removed my hoodie and hung it on the coat rack next to the door. I looked to Kumahaji who had started off towards the living room to laze on the couch once more.
I tuned my head to the clock; It read 1:34. "About time for lunch, eh?" I voiced quietly.
"Hungry," was the response I got in return, but it was enough to tell me that he would enjoy a meal right about now.
I swung the refrigerator door open haphazardly, gazing upon its contents. Milk, eggs, butter, cheese, some ham, a shelf full of condiments, a bit of salmon, some left over macaroni salad, and a plethora of syrups; most the maple sort.
I served the last of the salmon for Kuma to eat, while, for myself, deciding to eat the rest of this macaroni salad before it went bad. And so ensues another quiet meal. The only noise coming from the sloppy eating of kuma.
I shifted my gaze down to my bears level. I found that he had finished with his meal and was looking back at me. We stared in silence as I worked to chew the food in my mouth to be able to talk. I swallowed my lunch and opened my mouth to speak.
"Why is Scary Guy coming over here?" Kumajiju beat me to it.
I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. He said he needed a place to stay."
"Why didn't you say no?" the bear questioned.
I took on a somewhat shocked face. "Why... Didn't I say no?" I thought it over for a bit. "B-because he's Russia! I don't want to deal with the consequences of saying no!" That was partially true. I was sure Russia wouldn't be too happy with me for turning a blind eye to him, but there was also something else about the situation that kept me from rejecting Russia. Russia payed attention to me. He makes me feel less invisible. A feeling I yearned for, even if It doe's come with the side effect of constant fear.
I think I need some mental help. I've finally gone crazy.
"Then why'd you let him in the house... If he's scary?"
Ack! I got lost in thought again. "Because.. Well... I didn't have much choice... Eh...?"
With that Kuma let out and indecipherable hum, before turning and walking back to the living room to take charge of the couch cushion furthest to the right.
Now I was alone in the kitchen. It was completely silent, almost maddeningly. I quickly finished off my meal, and cleaned both mine and Kumas bowl. I stepped back to look into the fridge, checking to see just how much food we had at the moment. We could probably do with a bit more...
There was a rattle of keys, and the ruffle of my jacket as I slung it over my shoulders. "Kumahagi! I'm going grocery shopping! I'll be back in an hour or so!" There was no response, but that was probably because he was sleeping. So having said my goodbyes, I made my way out the door.
Ivans POV
I sighed, sinking deeper into my chair. My head was turned towards a window, taking in the sights of Canada from above. There would probably be an hour until I would land in Vancouver.
I reached into my pocket, absentmindedly pulling out a slip of paper with an address written on it. I looked it over once again. Below the address was a phone number, the phone number to contact Canada. I dropped my arm to my side, looking back to the window. It was about evening here. The sky was just turning an orangish huhe.
The landscape was so beautiful, and looking to the horizon had me falling into a sleepy state. A little nap wouldn't hurt I suppose. And so, I fell into a deep slumber...
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Russia...
Russia... Come to me...
Such a sweet voice... A sing song voice... Who's voice is it...? Who is it calling my name...?
I moved through the darkness that surrounded me, towards the voice calling me out. Closer. Closer. Louder, and louder.
Russia...
"Where are you?" I said aloud.
"I'm right here." That voice. So much clearer now. The direction different, coming from behind me. The voice itself, now easily identified.
My eyes widened. I turned back to look.
All at once. Silence. The glowing of her cold blue eyes. A crescent smile stretching her lips.
"Big brother..."
SNAP
I flung forward, breathing heavily. I turned my head taking in the room. Checking that all was safe. I was still in the jet. I expelled a held breath as a deep sigh. She wasn't here she was thousands of miles away... I'll be fine.
"Russia." A man called. I looked back to him, all evidence of my previous fear erased. "We're landing soon.
I smiled. "Good."
Matthews POV
I set the bags on the porch, as to have better access to the door, pulled the keys from my pocket, and unlocked the door. Dragging the bags in with me I called out, "Kumakaji! I'm home!"
"Who?" He distantly cooed. I gave a weak chuckle in reply. I set the paper bags on the dining table, and Kuma took an instant interest in it.
"Didn't I already feed you not too long ago?" I raised an eyebrow.
He whined. "Hungry..." I sighed, looking back at the clock. It was 4:49. Wait. What? I had been out for 2... Almost 3 hours! Sure, I went to several places to get what I wanted (The fish market for fresh fish, a farmers market for fresh fruits and vegetables, and a regular grocery store for everything else), but 3 hours? Really?
I sighed, taking back previously denying him. "Alright. Fine." And so I set him out a meal to eat, and put the rest of the food in there designated spot through the kitchen. Then, I heard a knock at the door. I jumped in surprise, I wasn't used to visitors in the first place, and this knock sounded like they where half trying to knock the door down.
I made my way to the door before cracking it open.
"R-russia." I stuttered rather quietly, and without much emotion in my voice.
He smiled. "Hello, Matvey."
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