Snippet #1880130

The boy was leaning back on the bench, eyes closed as he drifted between sleep and consciousness when the Russian addressed him. He felt himself jolt back to reality, violet eyes snapping open and focusing on the tall youth. Canada raised a hand and rubbed at his eyes, trying to clear them of their fog. Thank Maple Russia had woken him up when he did, otherwise he would have slept for who knows how long. Probably would have missed his first few classes too. He shifted, sitting up straighter and smiling at the nation. "Yeah, that's me. Do you need something, Russia?"

Then he blinked, eyes widening. Wait, was this person really talking to him? Matthew studied the Russian's face, realizing that his eyes were definitely fixed on him. How wonderful! Matthew's originally courteous smile grew into a warm, thankful grin.

"Thanks for waking me up when you did, too. I could have been in some serious trouble!" Matthew didn't understand why the other nations feared Russia so, though he himself been told multiple times to stay away. You had to at least give people a chance, right?