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The bear huffed, "Just thought I would say what he," the he clearly meaning Canada, "was stuttering too hard to get out."

The small bear sat on its haunches, looking at Iceland with an odd expression; if bears could have such expressions, that is. It was one of curiosity, but it was also almost as if he was trying to judge Iceland's intentions. Kumajirou was an unusual bear, a dwarf of his kind. He'd been taken in by Canada too long ago to remember, and while he sometimes forgot the nation's name on occasion, he really did look out for him.

"Mark had meant to say that that had been one of the nicest things anyonce had said to him." He paused, "No, that can't be right. It isn't Mark... Well, whatever his name is just has a habit of messing things up. You shouldn't take it too personally."