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(i'm still around. I'm always around. I have no life. literally. all I do is sit in my parents basement and chill on the net. its sad. oh well. I'm job hunting! XDD )

((Mmm, yes. It might seem so.
And that's great gbjc! Me too, I'm prolly just going to swallow my pride and work at starbucks.
Maybee. lol.))

Arthur gave up and ended up just staring at the ceiling. It was hard to sleep in a place that wasn't home. He drew in a long and deep sigh. Hearing a knock on his door, he sat up in complete confusion. "Come in?" He wondered who it might be. Having a few ideas, some he would just rather not see at the moment. But whatever. Company was company.

Matthew looked around the room as he listened to Alfred. "Thank you Alfred." He said, setting the bear down gently, he began to pick up everything that had once been usable and wearable. "If you want, you can ditch the room." He said. Moral of course invading and taking over his own mind. "I'm going to stay and clean up. Its alright." He said. Picking up what was once his favourite bunnyhug. Lifting the tattered team bunnyhug, he frowned deeply. That was his favourite hockey team too. It had been a Christmas present from one of his father figures if he could remember properly. But he pulled over a garbage bin. Disappointed to say the least. He put it in the garbage and continued to dump everything into the trash.

Arthur watched as the door opened. At first, the short blonde took the sight of the other as an 'oh god, what do you want now?' sort of thing. Which was something he felt he wanted at the moment. Because this was turning into something more serious then just a case of more teasing and frustration. He furrowed his brow and got up off his bed. Walking over to Francis, he quickly began to help him to his bed. "You bloody wine b*****d. Your probably drunk off your arse." He said, only half joking. "You look like hell." He said.

"Thank you Alfred." Matthew really loved his bear. For the better part of his life as a nation, the bear had really been his only constant friend and confidant. But he did grow tired of the tempermental fuzz ball. It really did hurt to watch his favourite things being destroyed so often. Though he was afraid to actually discipline the furry friend. Worried he might leave, or just wreck more things. So he just, in the end, gave him what he wanted. But it was very tiring. Hearing Al, he smiled a little. But he continued to toss things away. Untill he heard him mention the bunnyhug. He pulled it out. Wondering if someone really could repair it. "Alright. I won't toss it yet." He really hoped someone would be able to fix it. But it seemed beyond repair.

(( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N095fGlt7gw ))

France leaned against Arthur, his body feeling heavier. He tried to chuckle. He tried to smile, but he was feeling so... weak. He could hardly think straight at all. He looked to Arthur, "I wish I were merely drunk." He said as he got to the bed. They needed to get to Spy. They needed to save him. For both of their sakes. And for the sake of the group. If Spy was this drugged up that it even affected Francis this much, then secrets could be revealed that the group may not want the enemy knowing. He got onto the bed, helping himself as much as he could before lying down to try and gather his mind. But just as he managed to clear his mind- not knowing the rest of the causes of the drug, but it probably wouldn't have much more affect on him since he was feeling it second hand- he felt a sharp pain under his eye. He let out a yelp of pain, clutching it, letting out a swear in French, "He was just cut...."

"No problem Mattie," the nation said as he continued to clean up. But as he cleaned, a small fire of anger burned in his body. He looked to the bear. Why would the bear do this? Sure. The bear was angry, but the bear also was living in his brother's home and eating the food he bought for him. So, not really caring much what the bear did to his side of the room- well, not so much caring as he didn't really think the bear would do much- he spoke harshly, "Shame on you Kuma. Don't do this to the person who let's you live in their home." He scolded, similar to how he remembered Arthur scolding him when he was a colony.

"Other people... they've noticed Spy's gone. They know... they know something's wrong," He said with a small pant as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to grit his teeth and bear it. And it was working. He figured he'd be okay... no, he knew he'd be okay. Because they would save Spy. And then he wouldn't be in anymore pain, "We can always tell... Oomizu." He suggested. She knew their secret, so it wouldn't be anything bit. It wouldn't expose everything.

Alfred watched as the bear went to his bed, but he was not going to let the bear lay there. He turned to Matthew, "I deal with terrorists. A little bear is nothing." He said. Of course he had that American pride, and so he went to the bear. No one messed with Alfred F. Jones. And he was going to make sure that was clear as day, "Get out of my bed. Now. Or I'll move you by force. And I will." He said, a warning tone in his voice, "We'll put you in a kennel cage."

((I'm going to go to bed now. Night =03))

Arthur nodded. This was true. He looked at France and sighed. This was so familiar, but before he could let himself drift off into another memory of the old days, he shook it off. "I'll go and get Oomizu. Maybe there is something for the pain that we can do aswell." Of course, he had a feeling that pain killers wouldn't help him here. He really would have to put up with it until Spy was back and alight. "Just, stay put. I'll be right back." He said, waiting for a moment before he left the room in search of Oomizu.

Matthew finished with the ribbons of what used to be his clothing, and the splinters of wood. He sighed and looked up as Al and Kuma appeared as though they might have a throw down right then and there. The polar bear just looked at Alfred. Listening to him for a moment.

"I'm not going in a kennel, and who the heck is he?" The bear said, then making a gesture to Matthew, having already forgotten who it was. But Kuma didn't like the threats, so he was going to make sure that Al's bed and maybe that jacket too, were torn up and in pieces. Matthew sighed again, and got up before anything bad could happen. "I'm Canada." He said loud enough for the bear to hear, but not loud enough that anyone other then the three in the room. He picked the bear up and hugged him close and tight.