Snippet #1881184

Canada couldn't help but look at Iceland out of the corners of his eyes, arching an eyebrow in curiosity. He was acting strange; from what Matthew had seen the nation was usually, well, cold. Maybe not purposely, but he gave off that impression during the meetings. It made him wonder what had changed, but he couldn't think of anything off the top of his head.

He turned his attention towards Russia, feeling his stomach tie itself in knots. There was nothing to cause him unease about the nation, but he couldn't help but feel it. Maybe it was being asked to "become one" with the larger nation that made him nervous. Canada was the second largest nation, after all, though he tried not to make it obvious by mentioning it. He did quite like the independence he had, and didn't want that disturbed.

"Yes, please." He responded to Iceland's question. "I have a map with me, but I have a terrible habit of getting lost anyways."

Then he turned to face the nation more directly, frowning slightly, his eyes showing clear concern, "Are you alright, Iceland? Your face is red-- you aren't sick, are you? As colder nations we may have some trouble adjusting to the new climate, so we should all be more careful."