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Post by Hipster Canada on Nov 22, 2013 22:37:34 GMT -5
Matthew's eyebrows rose as he realized he had not finished voicing his train of thought. "Oh, n-no..." he said, looking up at Lithuania with a shake of his head, holding his palms out. "No, I didn't mean... I-I..."
Matthew let out a sigh. He was stumbling over his tongue once again. Could he do anything without getting flustered and making a fool of himself? "We can leave the dishes for a while. I just..." he trailed off, internally berating himself. "I was just... going to ask if you've ever been to Canada before." Matthew let his gaze fall to his lap and stared at his hands, now too embarrassed to look over at his guest.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Nov 27, 2013 23:20:07 GMT -5
Giving a tiny sigh of relief as Matthew finished his thought, Toris smiled. He had worried something might have been wrong with the Canadian (or himself), as the larger Nation seemed hesitant to speak. The worry was not yet disregarded, but this was a preferred alternative.
After giving a brief thought, he replied, thought somewhat uncertain. "I have... but only on business trips or sporting events." Toris rubbed the back of his head, somewhat apologetically. "I... I'm afraid I have yet to truly perceive your country, as I was always on a tight schedule or busy with work."
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Post by Hipster Canada on Dec 5, 2013 20:09:30 GMT -5
Matthew's lips twitched toward a smile at the mention of sports. "Sporting events, eh? With Ivan, I suppose?"
Matthew reached over and gently patted Lithuania's knee, forgetting his embarrassment for a moment at Toris' apologetic expression. He felt he must reassure Toris that the man had done nothing wrong. "Don't worry, eh? My country will be around for a while, I expect." Matthew brought his hand back to his own lap. "M-maybe... well maybe I can show you around sometime. If-if you want," Matthew added quickly, not wanting to pressure the Lithuanian representative into anything he didn't want.
"I'll help," Kumajirou piped up from between them. Canada had believed the bear to be sleeping, when really he was simply listening in right in front of them.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 15, 2013 22:35:27 GMT -5
"Oh, well... I guess I am often with with Ivan for such events... he likes it when I cheer for him too," Lithuania gave a seemingly forced chuckle, before he lit up, his smile genuine. "My people do participate when we can, however. We may not have won any medals at the 2010 Olympics at your place, but... we can sure play a game of basketball." Toris nodded his head proudly.
Lithuania's expression brightened at the offer from the two. "That... would be wonderful," Toris replied, giving a grateful pat to Kuma's head. "It would be so nice to take time to relax and see your country. I would like that." He just hoped he would have time for such... When did a day go buy when Lithuania did not receive a call asking for something from him?
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Post by Hipster Canada on Dec 23, 2013 23:24:41 GMT -5
"Basketball is great," Matthew said, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. He kept his gaze on Toris's gentle brown one. "I prefer hockey, but Alfred and I play a lot of pick-up games in the summer. I like to remind him that one of my citizens invented the game." There was a note of pride in the Canadian's voice, but not boastful pride. It was the pride he had whenever one of his citizens excelled at something; when they created or helped to create something useful or popular. "N-not to brag, or anything," he quickly added, looking down and tugging at a loose thread on his shirt cuff.
A pleased smile pulled at Canada's lips and he could not stop it from quickly turning into a grin as he quickly glanced over at Toris. "Good. I-it's... settled, then." He felt the tips of his ears turn red. It had been on the tip of his tongue to say 'it's a date', but that sounded strange! Luckily he had caught it. He didn't know if his cheeks could handle any more embarrassment at the moment. "Some time when you have a day to yourself," Matthew added, his voice going a bit softer. He looked down and picked further at the string unraveling from the stitching around his cuff.
Between them, Kumajirou sat up and gave a great yawn, a growling noise escaping as he did so. He pushed himself off the couch to the floor and padded toward the back door. "Oh," Matthew said. "He probably wants out. Would you mind...?" he trailed off, looking hesitantly at Lithuania.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 30, 2013 22:24:56 GMT -5
So Matthew was passionate about hockey, Toris concluded, wondering if all the rumors he heard about Canadians and hockey applied to Matthew as well. Part of him wanted to challenge Canada to a match just to see more of the blond and perhaps get to know him better... part of him wondered if that was a safe idea. Maybe later a... less demanding game?
Toris returned the grin, his own face heating with delight at the idea of a day for himself. "Yes... I'll... I'll have to make time. I'm s-sure I can find a way... I usually do." At least that is what he would tell himself, if he thought about it too hard a stomachache of the impossibility of it all would surely surface, even if Lithuania did ultimately manage to get everything done.
The sudden movement of Kumajirou pulled the Lithuanian from his thoughts and unaware gaze at the Canadian, and he focused on the bear, internally blushing at how charming the yawn could be from such a potentially fearsome animal. "Of course! I would not mind at all," Toris assured Matthew as he rose and followed the bear to the back door. So I guess he goes outside then..? Liet wondered to himself, dismissing the image in his head of a polar bear sitting on a human toilet.
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jan 10, 2014 22:19:06 GMT -5
Kumajirou padded into the next room lazily. He pressed his wet nose against the cold glass of the back sliding door, waiting for someone to open the door for him. His master was usually pretty quick about letting him outside, but the bear guessed that Green Man would be the one to follow him to the back door.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jan 13, 2014 23:22:03 GMT -5
Reaching the door, the Lithuanian Nation took a moment to observe how it would open before taking hold of the handle. "Here you go, Kumajirou," he said, sliding the glass door open and moving out of the way. "Do I need to stay here... or will you be a while?" Toris inquired as he felt a chill from the outside air.
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jan 17, 2014 22:57:35 GMT -5
The bear slipped out into the cold air as soon as the door was open far enough, sniffing at the wind. "You can go," the bear informed the Nation standing just inside, before lumbering off toward the snow-coated trees lining the backyard.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jan 18, 2014 16:44:54 GMT -5
"O-okay... have fun then!" Toris waved to the bear, taking a moment to gaze out into the beautiful backyard and watch the light snowflakes dance on their trip to the ground. With a sudden gust of wind, Liet retreated and shut the door, not wanting to let any of the cold air into the house.
"It looks like snow is starting to fall... very lovely," Lithuania commented as he returned and sat down on the couch beside Matthew. "How long will Kumajirou be?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Feb 6, 2014 17:55:44 GMT -5
"Really, it's snowing?" Matthew asked rather absently. "Oh, Kujikarma will be a while. Don't worry, he'll let us know when he's ready to come back in."
Matthew fiddled with his empty plate, trying to decide if he wanted to get up and put them in the dishwasher yet. He really, really didn't want to have Toris do it -- not after his guest had cooked dinner, fed his pet, and let the bear outside, all while Matthew sat on his butt.
His ribs were beginning to hurt less -- the sharp pains beginning to dull into a hot, aching pain instead. Aches he could handle, though he was a little slower when he had one. He figured after a good night's sleep and some aspirin in the morning, he'd be almost as good as new, give or take a day or so. If his injury had been caused by his country, that would have been a bigger issue. This was a more human affliction, so his recovery shouldn't take as long.
Finally, Matthew decided to suck it up. He braced a hand against his ribs as he stood, then after he'd steadied himself, he began to collect the dishes from their meal. "Thanks again for making this, Toris. They were really great. I'll make it up to you some time, eh? I make a mean Tourtière."
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Post by Hipster Russia on Feb 26, 2014 22:46:30 GMT -5
"Ah-!" Lithuania stood as soon as Canada moved, holding his hands out as though he was ready to steady the other Nation if needed. "You are most welcome, but-" It did not seem that the Canadian was in dreadful pain, so Toris remained on standby, sending mentally assistance and hopes that Canada was really feeling better. "You don't have to make it up, really... -t-though I would be honored to try your cooking, once you are well."
Taking a breath, Lithuania continued, "I really don't mind though, when someone needs it... helping." Toris rubbed the back of his head thoughtfully, with a shy smile. "It has always made me... happy, you know? Seeing other's smile. Er... real smiles," Liet added as an afterthought, having seen one to many fake smiles in his days. "What I mean is... do not ever feel like... you are asking too much."
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Post by Hipster Canada on Feb 28, 2014 23:37:17 GMT -5
Matthew stacked the sticky plates and the empty glasses and began making his way toward the kitchen at an easy pace. He didn't want to do anything to set his injury off again, but neither was he intent on sitting still for much longer. "I know what you mean, I think," the Canadian told his guest. "Helping someone and knowing that you were able to make a little bit of a difference. Enough to make them smile, anyway." Canada put the dishes away in the washer and started the machine. "Still... it isn't the way I'd normally treat a guest, so I will likely continue to apologize. In accordance to Canadian law, of course." Matthew's lips quirked in a smile.
Once his hands were empty, Matthew took a moment to shrug out of his suit jacket and roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He wasn't ready to make the trek upstairs to retrieve his favorite sweatshirt just yet, so he would make himself as comfortable as possible until he decided to tackle the stairs. He remembered his glasses, tucked inside the pocket of his suit jacket, and retrived them before slinging his coat over the back of a dining room chair. He tucked them in place and the world came into focus again. Since he was up, he decided to make a quick cup of tea. "Would you like some tea, Toris?"
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Post by Hipster Russia on Mar 6, 2014 21:58:21 GMT -5
Toris nodded in agreeance as he stood near the couch, watching Matthew while being sure not to get in his way. "I understand," he said sincerely, "I'm sure I... would feel very similar if in the same situation." There was a pause as Lithuania considered the last part of Matthew's words. Is... there really such a law in Canada..? Is Canada's smile because he is telling a joke, or because he is proud of the law... "..Should I... should I be apologizing more?" he tried lightheartedly with a smile. "I do not want to be breaking your laws."
Lithuania hoped it would come off as humor enough, though still sound serious on the off chance it really was a law. "And tea sounds lovely... if you would not mind. Can I do anything to assist?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Mar 15, 2014 22:19:00 GMT -5
Matthew pressed his lips together, smiling once more. With every minute that passed with Toris, he felt more and more comfortable with the other nation. The Canadian thought they might be very good friends, given the chance. "Oh, no, no," Matthew continued, his tone still light and teasing. "It only applies to natives. You shouldn't have anything to worry about." Matthew chuckled softly.
Setting the kettle over the heat, Matthew rested a hip against the counter, thinking it would be best to remain standing rather than try to stand back up after only a few minutes. "Well... if you wouldn't mind grabbing the mugs...?" Matthew suggested, rummaging through his cupboard for a box of green tea bags. "You don't mind bagged tea, do you? I only ask because... well, I spent a considerable amount of time in England's house, where the mention of bagged tea was a punishable offense. I've learned to check before assuming bagged tea is acceptable." Matthew smiled softly as he pulled the box from the cupboard.
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