Snippet #1885974

Canada stayed quiet, not responding to either Russia or Iceland. Even if he had been able to speak, he wouldn't be able to find the correct words to say. Truth was, he was kicking himself right now. Iceland had misunderstood what Matthew had been trying to say, and Canada didn't have the heart to speak out again, less he make a bigger fool of himself.

When they reached the classroom, Matthew looked around at all the desks. They didn't have assigned seats? That was weird, most of his schools did. He waited a moment before choosing a chair in the far back of the classroom, on the edge of their age's section. It was a small, dusty chair. Matthew had a feeling that it had been looked over for a couple years in favor of the middle chairs. Kind of like him.

He sat down silently, pulling the chair back in close. Kumajirou had left his arms before Canada had pulled out the chair, and left with a mission of his own. The polar bear walked over to where Iceland was and pawed the nation's leg.

"Hey." The bear grumbled, the rumble sounding almost like a word. "Listen to me."