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Matthew was completely oblivious; it was one of the traits of his that generally got him into trouble. Whether or not he was getting himself into trouble right now, he wasn't sure. As far as he knew, Russia was merely being friendly. It was a nice change from either being ignored completely or being mistaken for America. Once, he'd even gotten beaten up for taking America's blame, and though the nation did apologize afterwards it didn't mean the bruises stopped hurting.

"Polar bear?" He echoed, eyebrows pulling together in confusion, "Chewing? Oh!"

He looked around, trying to find his pet, Kumachiko or whatever it was called. He found the bear sleeping beneath his bench, and let out a sigh of relief, "Phew, I was afraid you meant Kumajirou. Well, that is a bit of a weird question but I suppose it could come in handy. Whenever Kumajirou chewed on me when I was little, I would just offer him some fish; or seal, if there wasn't any fish around. Is that what you were looking for, Ivan?" He questioned.