Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Aug 10, 2013 19:31:48 GMT -5
Name: Matthew Claude Williams
Nicknames: Mattie, occasionally called Matthieu as a variant
Age: 21
Date of Birth: July 1st
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student majoring in Marine Biology
Waiter and freelance musician on the side
Heritage: Polar Bear - Ursus maritimus
Seed Rank: Heavy Seed
Birthplace: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Appearance: A tall figure at six feet flat, he keeps himself fit and is often garbed in jeans, converse shoes and various baggy sweatshirts that tend to make him look even lankier than he really is. His hair can be described as a fluffy mop atop his head, colored a fair shade of blond and usually very well-tended to by the Canadian - it reaches his shoulders and is pushed back so that it doesn't get in the way of his eyes. His glasses aid in keeping it back, anyway, fit over a pair of violet eyes that are utterly blind without those lenses. His skin is soft and fair in tone and usually smells of maple and saltwater. Sometimes he'll carry around a pair of goggles on his head, which were given to him specially by his parents long ago.
Distinguishing Features: A particularly long strand of hair juts out from the rest, curled at the tip and providing him with an unfortunate burden.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes:
- Pancakes | The breakfast of champions that he had most often while growing up. Nowadays it's one of the few things he knows how to make from scratch, and occasionally he'll like experimenting with different fillings and toppings - especially when he's making them for someone else.
- Nature | He loves all sorts of things having to do with ecology, and will especially help out when he can. He enjoys walks through the forest and learning about all things they hold, as well as all other elements of the earth and life both above and under the water.
- Animals | Since he never had the chance to own many pets, all he had were stuffed animals and the desire to know more about any animals he can find. He takes a particular interest in the animals of the sea, though that isn't his limit - he'll try to befriend little critters he passes by, as long as he isn't accidentally scaring them off.
- Snow | He's never outwardly complained about the cold, and has never really outgrown that childish love for playing in the snow when winter comes along. He likes to bundle up when it gets cold, and snow in general reminds him of the happier times of childhood.
- Winter | Winter means the time for hockey and Winter Olympics, hot chocolate and ice fishing and all sorts of other holidays and activities. The cold reminds him of his home and, naturally, it is the favorite season of both his zuman and human forms - even if white fur can get him unnoticed if he blends in with the snow.
- Hockey | His favorite sport of all, whether he's involved with playing it or watching a match. He's very supportive of his country's teams and veeery passionate about the sport himself, so it's recommended not to speak disapprovingly of it when he and his stick are around.
- Beer | He isn't picky about what type of beer it is, so long as that's the only alcohol he drinks. It only happens on rare occasions, anyway, and usually he will prefer to drink by himself at home rather than going to a noisy, crowded bar.
- Pastries | Sometimes he can't help but cave in to junk food, and particularly he will like to gorge on pastries of all different varieties. Bakeries and sweets shops are his favorite places to go to when the sweet tooth cravings hit.
- Theater | He does like regular cinemas as well, though also likes the rare chance of seeing a broadway play or musical on stage when he can.
- Doodling | Not that he can draw anything too spectacular, but whenever he has paperwork to do it's more than likely that someone will find it covered in little doodles at the margins. He has a notebook special for his boredom drawings, all little sketches of animals and musical notes.
- Maple syrup | Okay, maybe this is an addiction, because he puts his syrup on many other foods other than just pancakes. He thinks it improves the taste of almost anything, and of course he can't resist anything that's already maple-flavored on its own.
- Gifts | He loves to give gifts just as well as he likes to receive them. Whether they're for family, a special someone or really to an acquaintance who looks like they need something to brighten them up, as long as he gets a happy reaction out of someone he'll be perfectly content with himself and his thoughtful little gift ideas.
- Stuffed animals | He likes to collect them, ranging from big plushies to little beanie babies. Though whenever he feels his collection is too big or he might outgrow them one day, he'll give a few of them away to charities and things of that sort.
- Vacations | This doesn't happen too often, which is why he can only dream of visiting new places every so often. He does like where he's currently staying, and even if it means going back home to Canada for a while, he would love another chance to travel.
- His brother | Others tend to say Alfred is his polar opposite, and sometimes he can agree. They get into arguments and can foolishly taunt each other, but they also have more tender brotherly moments that Matthew won't ever forget, and he wouldn't give his brother up for anything else in the world. Even if he's obnoxious and embarrassing sometimes, Matthew is protective over him, no matter their ages.
- Having company | It's rare that he gets friendly company and the chance to play host. If he hears that someone wants to stay over his house for a while, he'll put an unnecessary amount of thought into their visit, making sure his home is clean and properly set up so that his company will feel welcomed and comfortable there. He'll be nervous and fret over it at first, but once someone is there, he'll make sure to be as hospitable and composed as he can be.
- Music | Whenever he isn't playing the guitar himself, he'll enjoy listening to music such as alternative rock or softer, composing artists.
Dislikes:
- Fighting | He doesn't do well in physical fights, which is why he's always trying to avoid violence. (And talking about hockey, ahem.) Although his defense isn't too good, if he has to use methods of fighting to defend someone else or himself, he'll try his best rather than appearing as completely weak and incapable.
- Yelling | Raising his voice is something he doesn't do, even when it seems necessary to. It's only when he's really ticked off that he'll come out with a surprisingly loud bellow that will hopefully get the attention of others where he needs it.
- Being in the middle of things | Whenever he's caught in the middle of two people arguing or fighting, there's usually nothing he can do to stop it. Especially if it's between two people he's fond of, he'll either try and get them to calm down or awkwardly watch their bickering, since he doesn't ever want to 'join sides' and make one person possibly upset with him.
- Greasy food | Fast food and anything that's too greasy and fatty, considering his American half-brother. He likes French cuisine in particular, and while he doesn't eat all that healthy and does like an amount of sugary foods, he tries to make sure that his meals are at least edible.
- Being mistaken for someone else | This happens so often, especially with his brother, that it's more irritating to him than anything. He wants to be known for his own title and not anyone else (and he doesn't even think he and his brother look all that much alike.) Sometimes he'll like to wear clothing draped in his Canadian flag to at least make himself stand out.
- Obnoxious people | He does like his peace and quiet, and it's very easy that that can be disrupted and taken from him. He can have forcibly calm patience with people who are loud and disruptive, but at the same time they are stressful to put up with.
- Strong Alcohol | Since he's most familiar with beer, he's a bit more hesitant about trying alcohol that's more likely to burn and make the hangover even more painful in the morning.
- Heat | He prefers cooler weather to the scorching sun, simply because it's harder for him to adapt and get used to, and he doesn't quite like wearing any revealing clothing.
- Crowds | Large groups of people, especially when they're surrounding him, are what tend to get his nerves acting up the most. Even though he's tall and his animal form is quite large, he feels extra small and insignificant when surrounded by people who don't even notice him.
- Being under pressure | When he's under pressure, chances are he'll make all the worst decisions and simply won't know what to do with himself. He likes being given time to think properly rather than being put under the spotlight.
- Taking the blame | This is something that he habitually does, not that he really likes to. He doesn't want to get anyone else in trouble, so usually he'll take the blame for himself in order to save them.. though sometimes if he's feeling particularly spiteful, he'll let the other person have all the blame just as they deserve.
Interests/Hobbies:
- Music | Playing the guitar is another one of his hobbies and passions, especially on occasions where he plays outside (usually on campus or by the park) to anyone who happens to listen. He's too shy to sing or use his voice at all, really, but he uses this to try and improve his social behavior around strangers.
- Sports | Hockey aside, he also enjoys soccer, baseball and volleyball and all the other ball sports that were introduced to him by his American brother's culture. As long as he isn't purposely getting anything thrown at him, he'll be less competitive about these sports.
- Learning | The books he enjoys most are the nonfiction and/or educational pieces of literature, especially when he can learn more about the subjects he's most interested in.
- Sightseeing | Either walking through the forest or along the shores of the beach, or simply sitting somewhere to view the people and other various wildlife that live in the rural side of the community - this is where he can be at peace and not have to worry about anything else.
- The Beach | He can't help but love the water, whether he's taking a swim or walking barefoot along the wet-sanded shore. Since his natural form has a diet consisting of meat and fish, he's attracted to saltwater for all of his hunts, and it is of course his main area of study.
Aspirations:
- To be noticed as himself, as someone important, and to not be mistaken for somebody else. He's had this happen several times, and often he can be too quiet that he isn't heard, or occasionally isn't even seen in the room at all.
- A Career | He wants to graduate from his college studies with a clear path ahead of him, where he will hopefully find a career for himself that he will enjoy - in which he can expand his interests and at the same time raise enough money to hopefully support a family of his own.
- Romance | He's never thought seriously about settling down with children and a significant other, since he isn't that desperate to find one.. but he's hoping that one day in the near future, he will find that certain someone come along when he's least expecting it. He wants someone who will notice and appreciate him for who he is, and someone to whom he can prove his capabilities of being a caring and loving partner.
- Whenever Alfred is given more attention and praise than he is.. he can't help but feel envy. Even then, while he does care deeply for his brother, there's a yearning in him that one day he will be recognized for someone just as significant (or perhaps even more, though he's afraid of telling himself that) than his brother.
- He wants to keep pursuing his public music performances in hopes of chasing away his social anxiety and general nervousness around people. Then again, he wants to someday face all of his fears so that he can be seen as less of a coward.
Fears:
- Becoming Unimportant | In line with not being completely forgotten, as much as he doesn't want to over impose himself or seem as if he is begging for attention, he does crave praise and being noticed for someone of importance. There are times he's felt lesser to his brother and to others in the castle, and while he doesn't speak out against it, he does fear that he will no longer be needed or of use to anyone.
- Being Turned Against | In fear of making enemies, he strives to hold onto his friendships as long as he can; making all of the right moves and making sure not to do something to upset another person. He'd feel even smaller than usual under the hateful eyes of someone else, and his attempts to fix a relationship can be desperate - so long as it wasn't a dispute he meant to cause.
- Embarrassment | Simply enough, he fears ever having to make a fool of himself in front of one or several people. Since he is easily flustered and embarrassed, he tries not to make it obvious to others.. even though it isn't hard to tell that about him.
- Dolls | While things like spiders and snakes are scaring other people, he's afraid of porcelain/china dolls. They're not cute like plushies, and are just plain intimidating with their glossy, staring eyes.
Personality: In the case that Matthew is even seen, one would notice that his personality reflects differently from initial appearance. He’s a rather tall individual, albeit lacking in any definite muscle, but it’s clear from a gentle expression and even softer voice that he doesn’t intend on using his size and capabilities to his advantage. It’s true that he harbors a surprising amount of strength under that gentle exterior, though he prefers handling things with a careful and cautious approach. He’s generally a very calm person, friendly when he finds the chance to properly communicate with someone. Though, he has the tendency to stay out of the way of things, often staying behind or keeping reserved and to himself in the background where he won’t be a burden to anyone. He’s most often susceptible to going unnoticed to those that pass by, given that he doesn’t always bring it upon himself to speak out or make himself noticeable in the first place. His social habits are rather awkward when he’s in the presence of unacquainted people, easily bringing out his overall shyness and troubling habit of stuttering whenever he speaks.
While he might prefer to keep himself quiet and passive out of sheer politeness, there are incidents where he’ll try to get the attention of others and still receive an ignore. He usually can’t quite bring himself to raise his voice or cause any other noticeable commotion, so it’s common that he’ll be left behind without getting the interaction he might have wanted. And then there is the case that other people might forget his name or who he is entirely, no matter how long they’ve been acquainted for. Matthew will be very proud of himself if he happens to make a new friend or manage to remember the names of someone he’s just met – and while he’ll accept if someone forgets him once in a while, it’s more troubling to him when it becomes a pattern among several different people. As cold and harsh of a blow as it is, he’s built up a sort of resistance where he can pretend it doesn’t bother him, put on a false smile and just say, “I’m Matthew, remember?”
After all, Matthew has never had very strong self-esteem and is rather self-conscious. He will pretend to understand if someone else forgets him, because he doesn’t find that he’s a very significant person: nothing quite stands out about him – he’s just a quiet, shy and plain person. But sometimes there’s that urge inside of him to make himself come off as someone better, someone with the sense of importance that will make him more easily remembered. But he’s never been too sure on how to go about that, so in the end he continues to be the reserved person that he is, trying to fit in with the big world outside of his little shell. He does have the potential to come out of that shell, though it all tends to be underestimated in the end.
He is very polite, usually opting to put the needs and concerns of someone over himself. He tries not to forget his manners and can occasionally come off as being too nice – since he does have a habit of apologizing more than necessary and fretting over things that aren’t exactly a big deal. Even if he is shy about meeting someone for the first time and making sure he gives off a good first impression, once he warms up to someone he’ll finally begin to feel more relaxed and comfortable rather than timid. Although that stutter of his doesn’t give up too easily, he can end up getting carried away and talking excessively in a conversation he might find interesting. Naturally he isn’t very open about flirting, but he’ll show a sort of charming side to him by complimenting and flattering those he feels deserve it – even if it might have him feeling a bit flustered.
On the other hand, he’s easy to embarrass if someone happens to turn that flattery around on him. He is used to receiving compliments - usually around the lines of being “cute” and “sweet” - but on account of the fact that he thinks so little of himself, he won’t quite know how to express his gratitude other than turning red and trying to deny all of it. Topics other than himself are easy to fluster him as well, especially conversations that bring up the bedroom or anything else that has to do with something personal. While he does lack experience when it comes to those sorts of endeavors, he can be a sort of romantic when it comes to spoiling his partner, usually resorting to things like buying them all sorts of things or perhaps writing them a song. He likes to make people happy, whether they’re just a friend or something more, though he does also appreciate when someone puts thought into doing anything for him as well. If he does become attached to someone enough, he can be rather possessive of them, to the point that that passive side of him becomes something more passive-aggressive.
With how frail and gentle he often is, he’s a rather jumpy person who can easily find someone intimidating if they show any sign of aggression or insult toward him. He isn’t keen on violence and will back down from a situation if it resorts to anything of the sort, preferring more peaceful relations between himself and others rather than any desire to make enemies. Though if something does happen, he is the type to keep grudges and will hold them for a while, even if he doesn’t exactly act out on them. He is vengeful, yes, but his ideas of revenge aren’t always that impacting on others. He might think he’s good at getting revenge on someone or coming up with the perfect comeback or insult to use on them, but it usually ends up coming out the opposite way of which he intended: weak and useless. The only time he won’t be gentle and hold back, however, is if hockey is brought up in any negative matter. That isn’t ever recommended.
He can be easily pushed around, since he doesn’t like to fight back unless it’s truly necessary.. and usually his skills in self-defense aren’t too good. Anger is an emotion expressed very little, for it's another of the emotions he keeps bottled up inside of him, and it can take a lot for that to brew and boil over. But while he doesn’t like the idea of violence, there are indeed measures of onslaught he will take out on another to prove his point. He can be a persistent little one in getting his message across if the need arises, usually venting himself out on no end to clear out any frustration. Crying is most often the solution if he ever happens to be overstressed, and if said stress only increases for him then one might hear a rare rant of yelling and less polite language.
He cares a great deal for making others happy, and has always had a worrisome fear involving making anyone upset with him. He tries his best to diffuse tense situations with gentle, soothing words and solutions, though people don’t always end up hearing or listening to him. He does his best to talk people out of dangerous situations or any sort of argument with another, even if it might seem hopeless. He’ll fuss if he sees someone upset, using any sort of method to cheer them up until they’re feeling entirely better.
In the face of making decisions, he can easily find himself in a dilemma if he’s stuck deciding between two things. His nerves will act up and he’ll be unable to decide on which is the better option, especially if he’s under pressure – and especially if one choice might end up impairing a relationship or hurting someone else in any sort of way. He also fears making decisions that will reflect negatively on himself and give off a bad impression.. though with his luck, he usually ends up making the worst decisions anyway.
Though he doesn't mean to be, Matthew can be quite forgetful. His mind is usually so rampant with thoughts that he will forget little details about something or someone, which in the end makes him feel incredibly guilty; given he hates the feeling of being forgotten, himself. He can come out as awkward in this sense, growing increasingly nervous and fumbling over himself in attempt to make up for any mistake he might have made, or when trying to remember something. He is also quite clumsy, having caught a bad habit of tripping over himself several times, bumping into things, dropping things.
The Canadian means well with everything he does, always trying to work around his flaws in order to fit in with everyone else. Loneliness has always been a weakness, something he tries to deal with without making it obvious; but for the most part, he doesn't let such things get to him. He can be quick to give up on things, but always ends up picking himself back together in the end, ignoring whatever gets him down and focusing on the positive light of things. Optimistic, he likes to think outside of the box and in creative ways, so long as they have a most beneficial effect on himself and those around him.
He likes to think of himself as a brotherly figure to others, and takes great care when it comes to protecting and keeping his family close. He has a knack for dealing with children and his brother, who, at times, can seem like his exact opposite, simply because he doesn’t mind putting up with them and their antics. He can be playful and teasing toward others when he feels like it, gifted with a good sense of humor and the ability to keep himself positive even in the worst of times. He’s patient and curious, and in contrary to what he tends to believe about himself, a rather interesting person if someone were to give him that chance to open up and present all that underlying potential.
Family:
- Mother
- Father
- Alfred Jones - Half-Brother
Brief History: Matthew was born in his country's very capital, at first without any knowledge that he had a sibling of any sort. His father was a French-Canadian from Montreal who bestowed the heritage of ursus maritimus upon his son, whereas his mother was something entirely different. His mother didn't stay there in Canada for long, since while Matthew was young she had parted from his father to find another mate down in the United States - however, that didn't sever Matthew's relationship with her later on. She did care for the quiet little son she and the father had begun to raise, but their differences from each other were too strong to continue any sort of stable relationship.
Matthew was only a baby at the time, either way, so he couldn't understand it until he was at an age where his father could explain it to him. Since he spent most of his earlier years with his single (and very rich) father, he was raised speaking both French and English and learning skills of charisma that his father hoped would earn Matthew a suitable mate later on in life. Matthew didn't spend much time with anyone else other than his father, so he began growing curious about the outside world.. though his father wanted to make sure that Matthew understood the differences between zuman and human before he could begin interacting with anyone.
Either way, when Matthew did begin interacting with other humans, he wasn't quite sure on how to maintain friendships. He was nice, definitely, but there was a definitive shyness to him that left him unable to approach strangers on his own. His father noticed that Matthew had a stutter when he spoke, even at an early age, which he hoped would pass away once his vocabulary grew stronger. But it didn't, and it only got worse as he began communicating with more people, or at least.. attempting to. In school he was often taunted by older children, who liked to take a jab at him for his glasses (the usual 'four-eyes' scenario), or that ridiculous looking curl that stuck up from his head. Matthew didn't know how to deal with bullies, because he knew better than to change to his bear form in front of humans, and his father didn't quite teach his son any self-defensive qualities.. so Matthew was a bit of a crybaby as a child. There was one incident where someone actually went and pulled on that curl of his without mercy, which was the point at which Matthew realized both what that curl does and that he would never be able to properly face strangers later on in his life.
So he isolated himself from other people for a while, spending time in his room or outside in the treehouse his father had built with him. There he practiced drawing, writing and other skills on his own. He received an acoustic guitar on one of his birthdays, which he grew attached to quite quickly and wanted to learn to play immediately. He took music lessons in school that assisted with that - and learned that he liked simply playing music rather than using lyrics.
Before Matthew reached adolescence, he began getting in touch with his mother again. She and his father were on acquaintance terms, and his father allowed Matthew to go to the US every once in a while to visit his mother, and it was there that he met his half-brother. They bonded quickly, even though Matthew thought Alfred was way too loud and fast-paced to be related to him.. but Alfred showed a sort of care for Matthew that the other children didn't, so Matthew quickly felt a love and appreciation for his half-brother. He would spend the next few years switching between spending time with his father in Ottawa, and his mother in the United States. There were times where it felt like his mother cared more for Alfred than she did for him, seeing as he usually didn't get as much attention.. but he learned to get used to that. People back home didn't always pay attention to him either, and that's where Matthew begin to grow self-conscious of himself, and how quiet and socially awkward he was.. but he didn't know how to fix it. Either way, he did have his father there for support, at least.
Come teenage years, Matthew's father began pressing on the topic of mating and marriage, but his son was still having trouble keeping himself composed around other people, especially when it came to the topic of intimacy. He always tried to avoid it ever since that incident with his hair curl. That left his father rather disappointed in him, so Matthew knew not to let himself completely give up.. but even then, his mind was set on other ambitions rather than finding a partner. Since he did rather well in school, he began to plan for college; with the help of his family. He knew that Alfred was going to study at a university in France, and although Matthew did love both of his parents equally, a part of him didn't want to lose connection with his brother, either.. so he looked further into the university that Alfred had chosen, with his own interest in marine biology that he had developed, and ultimately decided that he would follow in his eagle brother's footsteps.
What with his knowledge of the French language and his interest for the country overall, he adapted quickly to the idea of staying there for a while. Although he doesn't live with his brother now, he is at least in able to stay in touch with him and his parents back in their respective homes through postcards and e-mails, though Matthew's primary interests lie in the new life he has here in Banyuls.
OOC
Name/Alias; Jen
Age; 17
Favorite Pairings; AmeCan, Franada, RusCan, UKCan, LietCan
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?: Cbox
Did you read the rules?:
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
Age; 17
Favorite Pairings; AmeCan, Franada, RusCan, UKCan, LietCan
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?: Cbox
Did you read the rules?:
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
Everything's white... The clock is ticking... The white is beautiful, serene, hollow and everlasting... Why is there red? ...Arthur, you're bleeding... And it hurts... I-it hurts...
I'm lying here on this bed, how soft it is.. b-but this white.. there is a different sort of white, a warm sort of white, that I can't quite reach... these voices are faint, but the image of the Thing is vivid, the sounds he's making... The ticking... The clocks, there are so many of them... do they ever stop...?
I can't touch anything, and I can't move. I can see Alfred, he's.. he's right here between us. B-but what is he saying?...
"I want to stay with them.. because they're both very important to me."
Ah.. w-wait, Alfred is holding my hand.. and he's holding Arthur's.. a-and Arthur is...?
What happened before this, I can't remember.. Alfred isn't looking at me.. H-he sees me, doesn't he? ..B-but why won't he look at me..? H-he's touching me.. no, his hand is fading away... t-they're both fading away.. To the fading sound of the ticking clock--
N-no, no, this isn't it! This isn't the right memory.. o-or maybe a dream..?
Canada's eyes shot open, seconded by a jolt of his body. His breath released in an audible exhale, head angling to one side to view what was there beside him. The beds were still there, as were all of the other nations, sleeping there soundly under their quilts and even heavier blanket of unwelcome darkness. Their chests were rising and falling steadily, indicating to the only awoken nation that everything was just as it had left off.
Of course, it was a dream. It was nighttime in the attic of the mansion, everyone was there, sound and asleep. A hand stretched aside to grope for his glasses, picking them up off the wooden surface of the floorboards and sliding them onto his face. Canada sat up in his bed, lacking desire to fall back into sleep, heart desperate for reassurance - something to calm him. T-this had to have been what Japan was seeing. He didn't want to be the only one, no, he couldn't have been.
It was rare, haunting, off-setting to see calm expressions on all their sleeping faces. Perhaps they were under the spell of positive dreaming, in the false hands of security that nothing was there to harm them.. But they all looked like they were. . .
Canada shook his head quickly, turning his attention to where his brothers lie, adjacent to each other and looking at ease. With a paranoid glance tossed to the rest of the vast room, certain that nothing else was here in their personal hideout, he slid from his cocoon of white blankets to move deftly and quietly to where America's and England's beds were. He prompted himself right between them, expression holding a false sense of calmness that was threatening to break - he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from making a sound, to keep from crying out and waking them. The haunting power of that dream had not yet subsided, since something was telling him that it wasn't exactly a dream, either.
His right hand reached to submerse itself underneath America's blanket, seeking his brother's hand to hold, while his left hand did the exact same with England's. That prior stress seemed to calm itself from Canada's conscience for now, and all that would be cradled in his mind was the single connection he was now holding with his two brothers. Joining them together, perhaps for the last time, with one touch of affection that allows Canada to hold on - not just their hands, but holding onto his brothers as a feat of strength, two things he knows he still has to live for even if he's destined as a nation to die here in this mansion.
A sob burned in his throat, but he held it back. With eyes squeezed shut and a head hung down, he would keep from resting until his brothers would wake and he would know they were safe. He didn't want to be the unnoticed Canada, he wanted to make a difference to both of them.
I'm lying here on this bed, how soft it is.. b-but this white.. there is a different sort of white, a warm sort of white, that I can't quite reach... these voices are faint, but the image of the Thing is vivid, the sounds he's making... The ticking... The clocks, there are so many of them... do they ever stop...?
I can't touch anything, and I can't move. I can see Alfred, he's.. he's right here between us. B-but what is he saying?...
"I want to stay with them.. because they're both very important to me."
Ah.. w-wait, Alfred is holding my hand.. and he's holding Arthur's.. a-and Arthur is...?
What happened before this, I can't remember.. Alfred isn't looking at me.. H-he sees me, doesn't he? ..B-but why won't he look at me..? H-he's touching me.. no, his hand is fading away... t-they're both fading away.. To the fading sound of the ticking clock--
N-no, no, this isn't it! This isn't the right memory.. o-or maybe a dream..?
Canada's eyes shot open, seconded by a jolt of his body. His breath released in an audible exhale, head angling to one side to view what was there beside him. The beds were still there, as were all of the other nations, sleeping there soundly under their quilts and even heavier blanket of unwelcome darkness. Their chests were rising and falling steadily, indicating to the only awoken nation that everything was just as it had left off.
Of course, it was a dream. It was nighttime in the attic of the mansion, everyone was there, sound and asleep. A hand stretched aside to grope for his glasses, picking them up off the wooden surface of the floorboards and sliding them onto his face. Canada sat up in his bed, lacking desire to fall back into sleep, heart desperate for reassurance - something to calm him. T-this had to have been what Japan was seeing. He didn't want to be the only one, no, he couldn't have been.
It was rare, haunting, off-setting to see calm expressions on all their sleeping faces. Perhaps they were under the spell of positive dreaming, in the false hands of security that nothing was there to harm them.. But they all looked like they were. . .
Canada shook his head quickly, turning his attention to where his brothers lie, adjacent to each other and looking at ease. With a paranoid glance tossed to the rest of the vast room, certain that nothing else was here in their personal hideout, he slid from his cocoon of white blankets to move deftly and quietly to where America's and England's beds were. He prompted himself right between them, expression holding a false sense of calmness that was threatening to break - he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from making a sound, to keep from crying out and waking them. The haunting power of that dream had not yet subsided, since something was telling him that it wasn't exactly a dream, either.
His right hand reached to submerse itself underneath America's blanket, seeking his brother's hand to hold, while his left hand did the exact same with England's. That prior stress seemed to calm itself from Canada's conscience for now, and all that would be cradled in his mind was the single connection he was now holding with his two brothers. Joining them together, perhaps for the last time, with one touch of affection that allows Canada to hold on - not just their hands, but holding onto his brothers as a feat of strength, two things he knows he still has to live for even if he's destined as a nation to die here in this mansion.
A sob burned in his throat, but he held it back. With eyes squeezed shut and a head hung down, he would keep from resting until his brothers would wake and he would know they were safe. He didn't want to be the unnoticed Canada, he wanted to make a difference to both of them.