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While his expression remained unchanged, Spy was getting the feeling he was possibly in danger. This Xuxa could access any and all of Faya's memories, so obviously she had at least a general idea of what he was capable of, and yet she had just gone and told him exactly who she was and where she had come from. It wasn't hard to guess what she was planning, either. She would want revenge, and possibly to take over that oni world, maybe more. Since her main target was already dead, that left her two children, one she controlled, and one who was now quite possibly in mortal danger. "I wonder... Did you 'ave anything to do with zhe deaths of Faya's parents, or was zhat just a happy coincidence?" he asked, carefully, keeping note of the distance between the two of them. After all, she had just told him practically everything, putting him in a position likely to stop her...

(just need to say. Wolfman.. was... EPIC! biggrin that is all. lol )

Matthew had long since pulled himself from the baths and was now dabbing at his hair to dry it. A soft sigh escaping his lips. Where was Al? Probably gaming with that... weird Alien friend of his. He sighed and carefully avoided the bobbing curl atop his head as he finished drying his hair. Leaving the towel draped around his shoulders. He considered looking for Francis too, but he didn't need to think twice on what he might see if he saught the nation out. So maybe it was just best to keep his virgin eyes.. unsoiled. Maybe Kuma was around. Or Arthur. But he didn't feel like crowding the elder nation too much. He had already hung around him a lot over the passed month. He was still completely oblivious to the return of the others. But that was what he got for spending so much time inside of his head and up in the clouds instead of focusing on what was ahead. A smile crept onto his face. He was still riding some of that Olympic high his people had been carrying. But now that everything was completely over and done with, the paralymics included, everything felt normal. There was still that glowing feeling he felt in his heart, a warming feeling to remind him of it forever. But that was all. It was all he needed. He reminded himself that he was going to have to thank Greece for such a wonderful event. Once more he drifted away off in his head as he slowly made his way back to his room to change his shirt.

Arthur was drinking his tea. Must more be said? He was cheerfully enjoying the Earl Grey and reveling in the hot liquid that washed down his throat. it was wonderful. As he sat and mused to himself about several things, mostly about the crap his boss would dish him when he returned, he felt a nudge and looked over. Almost irritated, he was ready to start shouting and name calling, assuming it was France. But no. His expression lit up and he beamed as he saw his unicorn friend and a few other of his fairy friends. God, he was so happy that they had come along with him. Setting his tea down, he got up and hugged the unicorn with a beaming smile. Absolutely delighted as the fairies settled on his shoulder. We came to see you England! You looked so alone. "You are a brilliant bunch you know that? Absolutely fantastic!"

(oh ya. Wolfman is a piece of awesome epic and does the silver original a good deal of justice. I'm so happy the movie turned out so well. I jumped a hell of a lot. lol. it was awesome. you must see it. ^_^ and yes. I do tend to erm. end up in my own corner of the world a fair bit lol. Uh. Arthur I think would just end up getting awkward. Maybe Matthew?)

Arthur was still just laughing a little, trying to keep the conversation quiet since he knew the other's were back now. The idea of a repeat of previous events did not sit well with him. So he tried not to make things so obvious. No matter how presistant his friends were.

Mattie was still wandering around aimlessly. Attempting to get back to his room, but he kept taking all sorts of turns and ended up getting turned around without notice. Lost in his head as he thought about a fishing trip he was considering taking when he got back. Maybe Alfred would like to go fishing with him. Spend a weekend in that cabin he had in the Rockies. That would be lovely. He could also make a double of it and visit his province British Columbia at the same time. Even though he seemed to be getting a lot of attention lately. Now that he thought about it, he should probably make a stop at all the provinces and territories. To let them know he was still thinking about them and loved them all dearly.

( hehehe thats awesome. hahaha)

Matthew was still up in the clouds, though he was forced to come back when he heard someone's voice. Sounded familiar. Asking for Al? No, he was being mistaken again. He didn't even need to look around. If Alfred had infact been there, then things would have been very loud and obnoxious indeed. He turned and looked over to Scout and smiled a little. Hiding the disappointment he remained just as friendly and quiet as usual. "I'm Matthew." He wasn't quite smiling, but there was a smile there none the less. He was more then glad to actually see that they were back. This meant that he didn't have to worry any more. "I'm really glad to see you are back. I was beginning to worry about everyone. I'm sorry I didn't come."

Ah the typical confusion upon mention of his true identity. But it was something he was so used to, he didn't bat a lash to it and just nodded. "Ya, I'm Canadian." He said with a smile. "Proud of it." A quick and quiet add in. It was a marvel to the Canadian how he really could be mistaken for the American. Just because they looked alike, even though to him, they didn't look a like at all. But that was quite possibly because he knew all the differences between them. When it was really thought about, he and Al were almost nothing alike apart from their looks. Well, where Al had blue eyes, he himself had violet ones. Not to mention his own hair was much more like France's. Now that he thought about it, he really didn't feel that he looked a thing like Alfred.

"Really? That's terrible. How many were lost? I hope their deaths weren't painful. There is nothing worse then a painful death." Something he knew and had seen and lived with through his entire exsistance. The world wars were definitely an example. All that pain. So many lost. It felt terrible and hurt a lot. Of course, he couldn't complain. Not compared to what Arthur and Francis had suffered in that time. It was a wonder they were still sane.

He internally grimaced and groaned, though making sure that none of that showed. "Oh. Um.. no. Definitely not. A few might be lumberjacks. Yes some are mounties, but.. I hate to disappoint you. Canadians have a lot in common with Americans. Of course there are obvious differnces, but ya." He smiled a little. The differences were obvious to himself atleast. Other's might not see the differences so easily. Especially if he was invisible or being viewed still as a mountie and lumberjack nation that loved beavers. Though, he had to admit. Beavers were really awesome. So awesome he made it his National Animal. Cause, beavers kicked a**.

Violet eyes widened as he heard a few of the details and he blinked in amazement. Feeling unsure if he wanted to know further details or not, he settled for what he was told and thought a moment. "That really is... really bad." A pause. "Well, not in particular. I was just really worried about everyone in general."

Matthew continued to listen. He was definitely the calm docile one of the twins. It was usually pretty hard to get any kind of real rise out of him. He was just too nice. "Cold would count for something." He commented. Slowly he reached up and scratched the side of his head a little. The wayward curl bobbed a little bit infront of his face. He blew at it in frustration to make it go away, but no. It insisted on sticking out and hanging in his face. "Well, we didn't do much. Played hockey and did a few other things. Nothing too exciting apart from that. There was a meeting if I remember correctly. But, I'm pretty sure I was half in my own world half the time. International politics and negotiations and meetings are completely boring. Well, some of the time." He said.

(I'm outtie. my brain just totally did a 180 flip on me and died right there. lol. its also about 4 am where I am. lol. Laters!)

((Nightie night, then, cbjc))

"...Why would you be in a meetin' for international politics, or whatever?" Of course, Spy pretty much knew this wasn't just a Canadian, but was Canada. As far as he knew, Scout wouldn't have been told such information; he wouldn't be able to keep his big mouth shut about it. If he had been told, he could just act like he forgot. Ah, the flexibility of pretending to be someone slightly stupid.

"You need to keep a better eye on her," Medic scolded, releasing Toeto's hand. "You must have some idea of how dangerous it is for children to be running about unsupervised. You are lucky it vas my room she vandered into, und not someone who might have vanted to harm her! Und vhat are you even sinking, bringing your girl to zhis vorld, und risking your life in battle vhile she has to wait and vonder if her mutter vill be okay!? Does she even have a babysitter for vhen you're gone!?" Was it any of his business? No. Was that going to stop him from telling someone that they were doing it wrong? Also no.

((Ah, misunderstandings. lol))