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Post by Italy on Jul 13, 2010 16:20:40 GMT -5
Okay... so, can you start? o3o
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 13, 2010 19:40:11 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} Under the blanket decorated with maple leaves, there was movement. Soon enough, a curl appeared from the top. It looked a little bent out of shape from sleeping. There was more rustling around until golden, silky blonde hair appeared next, with which the curl was attached to. Then came a face. And finally, violet colored orbs were revealed to the world around him.
Still in a half asleep state, Matthew glanced around his room. It seemed sort of odd today. Normally he had a small polar bear sharing his bed with him each night, but the spot was now empty. And cold. He was used to waking up each and every day in his house alone, but not this alone.
Moving the blankets from off of him, he was able to sit up and stretch his body out. A yawn escaped his lips, but his eyes remained closed for the moment. He rubbed them with his hands, then started to grope around the stand next to his bed for his glasses. When he finally found them, he slipped them on into place and opened his eyes again. The clear lenses only added to his cute, sleepy expression.
Slowly his vision came back to him and he was able to inspect the room more clearly. Kumajirou seemed to be nowhere in here, but the door was open. He must have already been awake and waiting for breakfast, as impatient as that bear seemed to be most of the time. Matthew stood up from the bed, revealing the matching pajamas he had to his blankets; both long and awfully too big for him. But it was still comfortable like that.
He only stumbled a bit as he started to make his way over to the door, and then down the stairs, where he found himself in the kitchen. But even here, there was no sign of his companion. "That's weird..." Now the blonde was starting to get a little worried. "If he's not in the kitchen, then where could he be?" It wasn't like the polar bear to run off far on his own. He was likely still in this house somewhere. "Maybe he got stuck in between something again..."
He only hoped that was the case. "Or maybe he's hiding. But he'll come back out once breakfast is ready." Matthew smiled a little to himself and yawned again. Today was just another day. Another day of being left in the background. The Canadian was always the odd person out. No one recognized him. No one could remember his name. But he was used to the treatment by now.
He no longer complained about it. But not complaining about it didn't mean that it didn't hurt him. But he had learned to just accept the fact that he was easily forgettable to most people. It wasn't their faults; but his own. "If only I wasn't so plain, then people might remember me more, eh?" He gave himself a weak chuckle in response. His eyes felt a little wet, but only because he had been yawning so much, he told himself. That's why.
"It's better off this way. I don't have to worry about conflicts or money, or anything like that. I have all that I need and want right now, eh? Nothing to worry about, and I can do what I want every day. ...I wonder what I will do today..."
The blonde sighed softly as he started to mix a big bowl of pancake batter in front of him. Today wasn't any special. The minor details were always different, but the past few weeks had been a blur to him. They all blended together and no event stood out stronger than the other.
"I guess this is what you'd call 'being in a rut'..."
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Post by Italy on Jul 14, 2010 14:52:34 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} ((Let's see... I think I'm gonna put both responses in the same reply, if you don't mind, and I can use just the France picture, since I don't have a Kumajirou picture ^^)
"This is ridiculous, France!" the Britishman yelled as he watched the French male put up his hair with the red ribbon. "You are supposed to be working today, but you decide to go out!? How irresponsible of you!" Francis just completely ignored him, he didn't want to deal with the stupid Ally right now. All he wanted to do was go visit Matthew as he planned weeks ago.
As a guardian of the tiny country, France watched as the boy grew up to be an exceptional country, with his own wealth, laws, and happiness. But, the only thing that really concerned Francis was that the Canadian boy was always overlooked, or forgotten.
How could you miss such a pretty face like his? Those big, purple eyes that seem to speak millions. That sweet expression, and that soft-spoken voice could melt anyone's cold heart. And, he was the lucky man to raise him~!
"I don't care what you have to say, England," France scoffed, his accent dripping from his lips with every word. "I planned to go see Canada, so you'll have to see me at the next conference." His voice was calm, but stern. It actually made Arthur stop ranting, and just stare, rather then keep going on and on.
"Now, if you'll excuse moi," added the Frenchman before standing up, grabbing his jacket, and walked out the door.
He decided to walk today, the air was fresh and the day was bright and sunny. Who would want to enjoy a day out like this? Especially with this beauty of his, the sunlight only made it that much more radiant.
His clothes didn't seem to hide much either. He had on a loose, white collared shirt, unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to the bends of his arms. Underneath, he wore a loose tank top that was the same shade of red as the ribbon holding his hair back in the stylish ponytail~
He wore black capris, and his shoes were buckled, leather sandals that seemed to be dipped in glossy red paint. It was quite the sexy outfit, even though it was just meant to be laid-back summer attire.
He made it up to the house, and was about to knock on the door, until he realized that he never let Matthew know he was coming over! How rude of him, he thought. But, since he thought that being Matthew's guardian allowed him to do whatever he wanted involving him, Francis didn't seem to think it would be a bother. So, instead of knocking, he just turned the doorknob and allowed himself in. ~~
'Where am I?' The bear thought, crawling around in a dark, mysterious, random hallway. 'I was just home a minute ago...'
Had he been sleepwalking? Kumajirou never used to, so why would he start now? It didn't matter, all that mattered was to get home to, uhm... what's-his-face.
Prowling around quietly, so as not to disturb something that may be lurking in the walls around him, the Polar Bear came up to a door that seemed to be glowing from the inside. It made him awfully curious, and he wanted to see what was on the other side. So, being a naughty little bear, Kumajirou pushed open the door with his nose, and was surprised to find the door gently swing open, unlocked.
"Oh," he squeaked, pawing his way into the room on all fours. Looking around and observing more closely, he noticed a weird symbol on the floor glowing a strange green color. That's what he saw from the outside, he thought. So, he gently stepped on it, just to see what would happen if he did.
Big mistake.
Suddenly, his body began to tingle and shake, waves of fierce, unknown energy surging through his tiny limbs. It terrified him, and he tried to call out, but it seemed as though he were choking on the very voice he was trying to use to call for help. So, he closed his eyes, and hoped that this would pass.
After a moment or two, the glowing around him ceased, and the surging energy was gone, leaving him relaxed and normal again.
Well, if you considered this new form he was in normal.
"Phwew... that's a relief," he whispered, not noticing his voice was now lower and deeper then what it used to be. Only when he reached to rub his eyes, that he noticed something was wrong. What rubbed his eye was not a paw, but skin. Human, fleshy skin. It almost felt as if his master was the one petting him, but he clearly wasn't around to be doing so.
Then, he felt around more on his new body. There was a nose, distinct cheek bones, and a sharp jawline that came to a point that was his chin.
And it was all flesh and bone. No fur, no insulation. He felt awfully cold.
But, when his hand reached up to touch his head, it put him somewhat at ease. Atleast the top of his head was soft like he used to be. In fact, the hair on the top of his head was a long enough length to be tucked behind his ears (which he also noticed were on this side of his head now), and the bangs covered his eyes.
He was human, a real-life breathing human being. No longer was he the stuffed bear he enjoyed being all his life. He was now a grown man.
Kind of weird, isn't it?
Forgetting his main dilemma for the moment, he looked around again to see where he really was. Shelves lined with books and sparkling liquids filled the room, and Kumajirou instantly knew.
It was that freak Engalnd's room. At least he now knew where he was. Standing up, he took in the feeling of such long legs, before dashing off into the hallway, and out the door, where he headed off back home to show--what was his name? Matthew! That was it<3
((Sorry it was so long ^^;;
I got really excited to finally start this rp<3))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 14, 2010 17:51:25 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} With breakfast nearly ready and still no sign of the white little bear, Matthew went on a search mission around his house to look for him. He checked every room upstairs. The closets, in the clothes, and under the bed. But there were no signs of him at all. He checked downstairs. The bathroom, the den, the living room. The TV remote lay in the same place it had before, which meant no one had watched it today yet since last night. He checked every tight corner and space he had in his whole house, but nowhere he looked, did he find the bear.
As a last ditch effort, he checked in the backyard. But it was empty. That little bear had vanished completely. "But how could he get out? I'm worried..." Matthew slid the back door closed again then made his way back into the kitchen. He had two plates stacked with fresh and hot pancakes. "Now they'll go to waste..." It wasn't like Kumajirou to wander off like this or leave the house. Especially not when it was around the time to eat. He didn't understand what had happened. It was just like he completely vanished.
The blonde finished up breakfast and set the table. He kept the other plate of pancakes out just in case he showed up again soon, which he hoped he would. Now it was just Matthew with himself. The house was as quiet as quiet could get. Every small noise he made on his own seemed to echo a thousand times louder when there was no one else around. He sat himself at the table, looking down to the breakfast he made. His stomach growled to eagerly start into it, but his heart and mind were still too busy worrying.
He sighed, and after a few moments, pushed the plate away. "I wonder... if I should call someone? I hope no one picked him up... What would they do if they found a polar bear? Even if he's so little..." His stomach twisted at the thought. But then at that moment, he heard something at the door. It sounded like it had opened. "Oh!" Matthew quickly stood up from his chair and left the kitchen, winding through the rest of his home to reach the front door. He kept his eyes low to the floor, expecting to see a very tired looking bear at the entrance.
But once he got there, instead saw a pair of legs instead. He followed them up to see that it was Francis. It wasn't who he was expecting, but he was very happy to see Francis here, too. A pleasant surprise. The blonde couldn't help but blush a little at his appearance. Even though he was supposed to be 'casually dressed', clothes that would be worn for doing chores and being out and about in, it was by his definition and a lot of other's the very opposite. The two countries themselves were also very opposite. Matthew himself, was plain. While Francis was all about luxurious things.
It was almost hard to believe that this was his guardian, the person who raised him to be the person he was today. It seemed they shared nothing in common, except for one obvious trait. "Bonjour, Francis. Comment allez-vous?" He asked, offering a friendly smile. His French was different, with his own accent, but they could still understand each other. Then Matthew blinked as he realized something. "Isn't there a meeting today? Wont you be late?" Of course, he was supposed to go too, but had already decided not to attend this one.
They didn't need him anyway. He wasn't involved in the other nation's affairs at this time, so it would only be a waste of effort and time to go. But Francis not going to the one today surprised him, since he was always there when they had one. As Matthew invited the older blonde into his house, he was distracted by something outside, just over his shoulder.
It looked like something was running down the street this way. He couldn't tell clearly at first, but the closer it go, it was then he realized that that something wasn't a something after all. It was a person. And a naked person at that. Matthew stared. Maybe it was just his imagination or not, but it seemed the naked male was heading straight for his house...
[Wah! This is already so fun! > w< It looks like Arthur's magic does work for doing something other than summoning Russia after all! Yeah!
Also, do you know French? I always want to put French when I'm playing Matthew, so I hope you don't mind. I'm not very good at it myself, but I like to practice what I do know. In case you don't, Matthew pretty much asked "How are you?" after saying hello. I wont put anything too difficult to understand, just simple words. I just think it's so cute that he can speak French with his accent! n//n]
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Post by Italy on Jul 14, 2010 23:22:50 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} After hearing the familiar french welcome, and the invitation inside, the French male happily accepted the request, and stepped further into the house.
"Merci, Matthew," he hummed in reply, his accent seeming to roll off his tongue. But, when he saw that the younger country wasn't following him, he wondered if something was wrong. "Hmm? Is everything--" He was cut off by a naked male running up to Matthew's front porch.
Now, if it were someone running up to his door, it wouldn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, he would pat them on the back for being so open and proud of their form. But, seeing the person run up to Matthew's doorstep instantly triggered protective instincts, and he stomped back up to the door, swinging it open.
Sure enough, the man was standing there, everything showing and exposed to the morning surrounding him. It worried him a little bit.
"And just what do you think you're doing here, Monsieur?" Francis asked, trying to be as polite as he could to a naked man. The male just looked at him like he was crazy, and that everything was just fine.
"I'm fine," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I would just like to be let back into my house, if that's alright with you." With that, he rolled his eyes and pushed past the Frenchman, and was immediately facing the Canadian. "Oh! Matthew!" He smiled and patted his head. "Look at me...! Aren't I cute? Hey, did you make breakfast? Those pancakes smell awesome." Before the young boy could reply, the human plush had already made his way into the kitchen, and was sitting at the table. He thanked Matthew for the food, and started eating it quickly.
France was in shock, and flabbergasted at the scene that just took place. "What in the world--?" He growled under his breath, and turned around, making his way to the kitchen as well. But, not before taking the younger country's hand into his and leading him to the other room with him.
"Just WHAT is the meaning of this?" France bellowed, staring down the munching man that was devouring Matthew's breakfast. He only looked up at the ponytailed male, and swallowed his mouthful of breakfast.
"What are you talking about?" Kumajirou replied. "I live here. Y'know.... I'm Canada's bear?" This shocked France like not other, and it made him step back a bit, winded.
This was Matthew's stuffed toy!? Right here, as an attractive NAKED man, in his house?! He was at loss for words, and could only spit out sounds and mumbling syllables.
Kumajirou took another bite. "Look, long story short, I had wandered off in my sleep somehow, and ended up in that crazy Englishman's room, where something started to glow and then... poof! Here I am all fleshy and stuff..." He finished and licked the dripping maple syrup from his lips in the cutest way. "Now, I think I'm gonna go look for something to change into something. I don't think it's normal for someone human to be walking around in the nude, right?" With that, he stood up, and found his way into his master's room, where his nose was immediately in the open closet.
France finally mustered up the words to say, "Well, with that sort of explanation, I can't say I'm too surprised..." But, the thought still bothered him.
But, the one thing that really pokes at him is.... Will he change back? And, will Matthew still let him live with him for the time being?!
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 15, 2010 2:00:33 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} "Ah, uhm..." Matthew stuttered softly, trying to raise his voice out to Francis. He was becoming more and more concerned about the naked male outside. He was on his lawn now, running up the driveway to his open door. He took a step back, not knowing what else to do. It wasn't everyday that anyone came to his door for a visit. But he had never had a naked stranger as a guest before, so he didn't know how to react.
He glanced over his shoulder to the blonde, frowning softly. But luckily Francis looked back and was able to see the situation, since he couldn't find the right words to explain something like this. The smaller of the two remained silent, out of the main conversation for the moment, and just watched between the two others, until the stranger came into his home further. But what really surprised him was that this stranger couldn't possibly be just a stranger, because he had called him by name.
Not even his friends and his own brother remembered his name most of the time, but someone whom he had never met in his life knew it? "Uh... Mhm. Breakfast is on the table..." It was the only thing Matthew could think of to say, and it came only after the male had already left. To say the least, he was in shock. Francis had come over, but so had someone else. It wasn't so much that he was naked, but now it was the Canadian that was asking 'who?'
He was friendly and looked nice. Maybe he could be trusted... Whoever he was. But he still just didn't know what was going on. He turned his attention back to the Frenchman, who seemed to be even more shocked than he was. [At least outwardly so, since Matthew was keeping most of his shock and confusion inside, but it still leaked into the look on his face somewhat.] The next thing the blonde knew, he was being dragged into the house and into the kitchen, where the male was eating the pancakes he had made for Kumajirou in the usual seat he sat in when they ate together.
As he saw him eating, he was strangely reminded of the polar bear that was missing today. They seemed to have similair eating habits, but he never would have guessed what he would hear next. "Eh? My bear?" Matthew's eyes widened in surprise behind his glasses. He remained silent for a few moments, until finally the realization sank in. "You're... Kumajirou?" He didn't want to believe it at first, until he heard the explanation of how the bear turned into a human.
"Ah, well, that does make some sense..." Arthur had all sorts of potions and old books in that room of his. It could have been possible that he went in there and changed into a human. Very unlikely, but still possible. After the now human Kumajirou had left to get dressed, Matthew let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness!" He closed his eyes and sat down at the table, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose a little. "I was so worried where he had gone! I looked everywhere for him, but I thought someone might have picked him up..."
He seemed to be taking this rather well. It wasn't everyday that your pet was turned into a human without much explanation, but he seemed to be taking the news in stride. "I'm just glad he's alright." The blonde smiled. Now his fears could finally be laid to rest. So much for today being boring and uneventful. It was still so early in the morning, and yet already so much had happened...
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Post by Italy on Jul 15, 2010 13:58:47 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Hearing the relief in Canada's voice only made France think more to himself:
Will Matthew seriously let Kumajirou live in the house with him, even in his human state!?
Why did the thought urk him so badly? They were both men, and Kumajirou was living with the country as a bear, so being a human shouldn't make a difference, right? Canada wasn't gay, and neither was the stuffed toy....
Were they?
He wasn't around enough to know for sure, and it could be a possibility--
'NO! Stop it, Francis!' he thought to himself, shaking his head. 'How dare you think such awful things! To think that a toy meant for a child would be gay with your little Canada... and vise-versa! Oh, the shame in that thought...' He nodded, understanding his own thoughts clearly now.
But, still... why did it bother him so much? It was driving him insane!
He sat down at the spot across from Matthew. "Well, I'm glad that you're relieved. Kumajirou is safely home now, after all..." the Frenchman added, nodding when he listened to the younger country speak. "But, if you wouldn't mind, would you care if I stayed for a few da--"
"Look, Matthew!" a voice replied, standing at the kitchen doorway. "I found something that is actually my size!" Two pairs of eyes turned their attention to a dressed Kumajirou, and Francis couldn't help but gape a little.
There, standing right before him, was a bear, that had changed into a human just this morning, and looking stunning! Kumajirou had found a white T-shirt Alfred had handed down to his brother, and was still a few sizes too big. But, for a grown man/bear like Kuma, it couldn't have fit anymore perfect. He also found a pair of jeans Matthew also couldn't wear yet, because his older sibling wears 2 pant sizes bigger then him. They drooped a little, exposing pale skin to the men at the kitchen table.
Then, looking up at his face, Francis's stubble-prickled chin nearly hit the floor. He had fixed his hair so that it laid perfectly over one glistening, blue eye. And, though he hadn't noticed it before, his hair was a shaggy style, and it was a radiant white, just like what his fur used to be.
Francis was awe-stricken, that was for sure. And, it was at that very moment he realized why he didn't feel comfortable with Kumajirou in the house now...
He was jealous of him.
Blinded by his own jealousy, Francis had clouded his brain of thoughts about how much better looking this man was them him... and he isn't even a real man! That angered him even more!!
"Oh my..." he whispered, gawking slightly, and looking the bear up and down more and more. Kumajirou smiled,
"So, I take it I don't look bad?" he asked in a cocky manner. ((And, sorry about not replying to your last OOC post. The french thing is a very cute idea, and I'll see what I can do with Francis's French as well~
Please forgive me if I'm not all that good at it ^^; I'll try my best, though<3))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 15, 2010 16:56:16 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} Things were starting to look up about today. It was amusing the Canadian that something like this could, and had indeed, happened. But he wondered for how long exactly the polar bear was going to stay in his new human form. Though he didn't really see any problem with it. Human or not, this was still his home. Things would be different from now on, but not much would change, would it?
It might take a while to explain to everyone who he was and what happened, when he went outside and everyone saw an older male following him around. Hopefully everyone would accept him as what he was now. There was only downside he could think of. "I wont be able to carry him anymore..." As Matthew often did in his arms. There was a slight look of disappointment and sadness in his voice as he glanced down, but it didn't last for long.
He would miss having a fluffy bear to snuggle with in bed, or to talk to when he was all on his own, but those were things he could live without, he supposed. It would just take a while to adjust to how rapidly everything was changing in his life all of a sudden. The blonde turned his attention now back to Francis, smiling softly once again and nodding his head.
Though he looked a bit confused about asking to stay somewhere, but before he could hear the whole question, another voice called out his name instead. Every time he heard someone say his name, his heart skipped a beat in his chest. It was such a wonderful feeling. To anyone else, it wasn't a big deal at all. But to him, it was. It made him so happy to hear it.
Matthew turned his attention to the entrance of the kitchen, now seeing Kumajirou dressed in clothes. But what he saw he was not expecting and not prepared for. The blonde felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as he looked at him, and how nice he looked. He never would have known that Kumajirou would make such a nice looking human male.
He retained all his traits from before. The color of his hair and eyes matched with what he had as a bear. It made the Canadian happy to see that. "Y-you look really good, Kumajirou." Matthew squeaked out, feeling himself embarrassed about saying that for some reason. "I-I'm glad those clothes my brother gave me can finally be used, eh? They were always too big for me... But now you can wear them."
He smiled and glanced down a little shyly. He was going to live with his little bear like this from until who knows when? Another human? It had been so long since he lived with anyone. He had been alone for most of his life, until now. But the thought actually made the small blonde happy. He was looking forward to living with Kumajirou in his new shape from now on. It might have been even better than before. At least, he hoped so. He was still worried, after all.
Matthew looked over at Francis, seeing how shocked he was to see the dressed up male. It surprised him to see how surprised he looked. Francis, shocked at someone else? Him? Of all people? It made him slightly wonder if he was missing something, or was oblivious to what exactly was going on here. But he didn't know what it was. He had no clue. "It's shocking, eh?" He asked Francis, smiling innocently the whole time. He couldn't help but giggle a little. "I can't wait to see everyone else's faces when they see him for the first time, too!"
[Yay! Okay! And don't worry about it! I'm not so confident in my French, either. Took it for two years and barely passed... n//n;]
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Post by Italy on Jul 15, 2010 20:14:04 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Shocking? Oh, that was an understatement. Francis could not let this go unattended to, that was for sure.
"Matthew, I think that I should stay here for a day or so!" Francis finally spat out, finishing the sentence that had been interuppted moments ago. He wanted to stay with Matthew... he needed to stay with Matthew. To have an attractive male in the same house with his little Canadian? Not on his watch.
Kumajirou simply shrugged, and nodded in response. "I don't mind," he replied, taking the empty seat closest to Matthew. This made the French country boil a bit deep down inside, angering him. He hated seeing the male so close to his Matthew now, it was sickening all of a sudden.
"Alright then, I'll take the couch, and keep watch for a few days--" Francis stopped himself. "I-I mean, keep you company. You seem oh, so lonely here, Matthew, and you know I love you, right? Je' Taime~" The whole time, he tried to sound sweet and persuade his little country to let him stay in the same house, even though he pretty much just invited himself and made himself at home.
Kumajirou listened, and the whole time was thinking to himself. Thinking about these new feelings he had and what they meant. There was a tingle in his chest, and it started when France told Canada that he loved him.
He couldn't quite place the feeling, but he knew that the word love, in his heart, made him think of one person...
...and that was Matthew.
It was love he felt, and it seemed to just swallow his body in luxurious warmth. He liked it... a lot. He wanted to go further with the feeling, he wanted to be close to Matthew, he wanted to share himself with the canadian country all of a sudden.
As a bear, he did love Canada, but it was just such a pain to remember who he was, and it was an even bigger pain that the country couldn't remember his name. But now, as a human, he wanted to continue being close to his master, like he was as a bear, and love on him more.
It's strange to feel all of this at once, and all so suddenly, isn't it?
"Matthew..." Kuma whimpered, standing up, and pulling his master's chair out with him. "Can we go for a walk? It's stuffy in the house, and it felt good outside when I was out last."
Of course it felt good... you were running out in the sunshine with you birthday suit on. Who wouldn't like that?
And, before the Canadian boy could respond, the snow-white haired bear had scooped him up in his arms, holding him close to his body by his legs and waist.
The contact felt wonderful, and he missed it so much... even though they had been cuddling just last night during their sleep. But, he suddenly craved it, and felt relieved to have Matthew's body so close to his.
Unfortunately, France didn't feel the same way. He was suddenly enraged, and wanted to yell out, blowing his ear off with his anger. But, he thought for a moment, and quickly reconsidered. Too be yelling like that would make it painfully obvious that Francis was only around to keep an eye on the new man in the house, and that was the last thing he wanted Matthew to think. He just told his little country that he was here for him, didn't he?
"Hey~" Kumajirou added. "It looks like I'm the one carrying you now, Matty!" He chuckled at the new given nickname to his master, and it turned Francis's knuckles white.
This was going to be an interesting walk~
((I haven't even taken French yet! That was a planned class of mine for next year ^^;
heheheh...))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 16, 2010 0:20:21 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} The smile that had been so ever present on the small blonde's lips, faltered just a bit when he heard Francis shout about staying over. He was quite surprised for the reason why he wanted to stay over now, so suddenly like this out of the blue. Hopefully he wasn't having any problems at his own home, was he? He frowned to think that something was wrong, since he had never stayed over at his home for long.
He visited regularly, but it was never more than over night. Why he wanted to today worried him. Should he ask? No, maybe it was better to just forget about the reason why for now. It wasn't important, after all. But before Matthew said anything, he looked to see how Kumajirou would feel about it. This was his house, too, after all. He had to have his consent first before answering with an approval or denial. But he was happy that he didn't seem to mind that Francis would stay over for a few days.
That made him happy. "If Kumajirou is fine with it, then of course you can stay! I'll be happy to have you over!" He smiled happily, his chest swelling at the thought that the older blonde would be staying at his house for a few days. The first house guest he had in such a long time, and he was staying over longer than most others did. He found himself really excited about that, and even more excited that it was going to be his guardian.
Matthew smiled pleasantly to himself, sharing the smile with Kumajirou as he sat next to him. "Oh, no!" The smile was replaced with a frown just a few seconds later, when he heard Francis say that he was going to take the couch. "No, no! You can't sleep on the couch! I wont allow that!" The Canadian shook his head. He was very stubborn about this subject, and would make sure that Francis would only sleep in a bed and nothing less!
But that's where the problem came up. He had a guest room that would be perfect, but now that his polar bear was human, he wondered how sleeping arrangements would work out between the two of them now. His bed was a little on the small side, and until last night, had been just the right size for himself and the bear. But now that there were two males living here, he wasn't sure if it would be big enough for the both of them.
But there was absolutely no way that he was going to let anyone sleep on the couch. He would think of something. Something... It was a problem, but it wasn't one at the moment. He had plenty of time to think of something that would leave everyone happy later. Matthew felt his cheeks catch fire at what Francis said next. About being lonely and then saying the last thing he expected to hear from him, or anyone. Though it was in a different language, he understood completely.
"A-ah... Je t'aime aussi, Francis." He gave a shy smile and fidgeted with his hands in his lap under the table. It was nice to be told that. Coming from anyone, he really enjoyed it. Still feeling a bit embarrassed, the next thing the Canadian knew, his chair was being pulled away from the table. He snapped out of his daze and turned his head, seeing that it was Kumajirou who had done it, asking to go on a walk together.
Well, they did take walks often when he was still a bear, so that didn't strike him as odd at all. And it was such a nice day, so there was no reason not to. He smiled, and was about to agree to the idea, but at the same time he opened his mouth to answer, he felt himself being picked up instead. The only thing that came out was a small squeak of surprise. He squirmed around in the male's grip for a moment. "W-w-wh-!" Matthew couldn't even form the words to use when he was being held by his former pet.
He was still warm, like before, but no longer covered in soft fur. It was still nice to be held, so he made no complaints, even if the hug had been a little sudden. The blush only spread further across his cheeks as the obvious was pointed out. "Y-yeah... I used to carry you around, but now it's switched, eh? It's funny..." He placed a single hand on top of Kumajirou's head, feeling how soft his hair was. Maybe not that much had changed, after all. But there was something that did need to be changed, he realized.
"I, uh, I have to get dressed before we can go on a walk though..." The small blonde said softly, pointing out that he was still in his pajamas. He couldn't very well go out like this, now could he?
[Ooh! Make sure you learn a lot of cool words to be able to use then! n.n]
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Post by Italy on Jul 16, 2010 15:11:11 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Kumajirou heard Matthew request changing out of his pajamas, and he nodded, swiftly taking him to his room.
Putting his master back down on the floor, Kuma dove onto the bed, still messy and unmade. It even smelled like Matthew. Oh, why was he all about his loving friend all of a sudden? Just yesterday, he was just a buddy that was carried in his arms. But, today, the bear boy wanted to spend every minute with Matthew.
He pulled a pillow close to his chest, and snuggled it as he watched the blonde dig through his closet. Kumajirou was always used to watching Matthew change. He would sit on the bed and just wait for him to put everything on before heading out to do whatever it was they had planned for the day.
But now, he was curious to see what his body looked like under all that material. I mean, he had to live with it now, right? All of this flesh and extra body that he never had before... it was a cool, new feeling, but he didn't seem to know enough about it. So, why not learn from the person who has taken care of him all his life?
While Matthew pulled off his plaid button-up jammie shirt, Kumajirou noticed how much different his body was then the older male's. It was actually hard to believe Matthew was older then Kumajirou by how his upper torso looked compared to his own.
He was flat, nothing special, and there was no access fat or skin. That much was the same. But, there was no build-up of any kind. Kuma's seemed a little muscular, with a wider pectoral area and slightly tougher looking biceps. But, the thing about this that made everything even more bizzare was that he enjoyed seeing Matthew so small and underdeveloped. It appealed to him, in some un-describable way, and he didn't mind the feeling at all~
During this whole time, Francis stood outside of the door, seeing as it was shut behind the two boys that went in. He dared not open the door... that would make things too suspicious as well. He didn't have to follow them in, so why would he?
Well, to spy on the shady-looking bear boy that was in their as well, but again, he didn't want to be discovered. So, outside the door he waited, and suddenly heard Matthew ask his friend why he was staring at him.
'He's staring at Matthew? Sacre Bleu...' the Frenchman thought, balling his fingers into a fist. 'He IS a pervert!' When he said that mentally, he suddenly sounded so hypocritical. But, since he couldn't hear himself, he thought nothing of it. He turned his body so that his ear was pressed against the door. He needed to hear more... more!!
~~ While watching his master undress, Kumajirou slowly started gawking. It wasn't too noticable, but when Matthew asked him why he was, he snapped back to reality.
"Oh, sorry Matty," Kuma replied, rubbing the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. "I was just looking at your body... and I saw that it's much smaller then mine!" He stood up, pulling up his white t-shirt. "I mean, look!" He walked over to the older blonde, and pressed his chest to his. "I mean, yeah, I'm taller and stuff, but you are sooo small compared to my build! It's sooooo cute~" Kumajirou couldn't help but wiggle around a bit, feeling his skin make moving contact with Matthew's.
It tickled a bit, and he smiled.
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"Cute...?" Francis whispered outside of the room. "Cute!? What the-- WHAT is he doing in their to poor Matthew?!" he couldn't take it anymore, but he had to find some way to calm down. He bit his knuckle, he paced back and forth, he tried occupying his senses by counting the ripples in the styled wallpaper.
Nothing worked. His anger boiled and nearly spilled out!
He was NOT going to let this bear-man-thing stay in this house with Canada! He. Won't. Allow. It.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 16, 2010 17:53:22 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} "Ah... This isn't exactly what I thought would happen when I said I wanted to get dressed..." The shy blonde thought to himself, as he realized that Kumajirou was still holding him and carrying him back upstairs to the bedroom. "I was just expecting for him to put me down instead..." Maybe he just wanted to know what it felt like to carry around someone for once, something he could never do before when he was so small.
At least he didn't seem heavy to carry around, so there was nothing to worry about. If Kumajirou wanted to try carrying him once, then that was okay with him. He was probably only curious to do so, after all. "Thank you..." Now that they were back in the bedroom with the door closed firmly behind them, Matthew made his way over to the closet and pushed one of the doors to the side to get inside it. All his clothes were rather the same. Plain shirts, a few hoodies, and jeans. Nothing really special.
It was less of a hassle this way that he didn't have to fret over what to wear all the time. Looking through what he had available to wear, he first picked out a shirt, a plain red one to put on. Matthew glanced over his shoulder, seeing what Kumajirou was doing. He saw him cuddling the pillow and couldn't help but smile a little as he watched. Even though he was human now, he was still cute like before. He was glad that hadn't changed.
The blonde unbuttoned his pajama top and tossed it onto the bed for later, then started to slip on the new shirt. It was obvious from his upper body that he did not exercise much, or even went outside that often. He hardly had any muscles and his skin was pale; almost ghostly pale. Maybe that's why he seemed to blend in so well all the time? It was only after he had left himself bare chested that he realized his mistake. His hands froze. He felt a little awkward now.
He remained silent and still for a few moments, until he realized what was wrong. He was about to get partially naked in front of the now human Kumajirou, and the male in turn, was staring awfully intent at him as he had been undressing this whole time. Matthew felt a bit embarrassed. He had almost gotten naked in front of someone, even if that someone had been a bear up until today. It wasn't a problem back then, but now it made things a little more difficult.
"Uhm, Kumajirou... Why are you staring at me...?" He asked, face red and looking away from making eye contact with him. He tried to cover his bare chest with his arms in front of him and turning his body away after hearing that he had been staring at him, and then feeling self conscious about the shape and build of his body. It was true, that compared to Kumajirou's he was noticeably smaller. How that happened, he had no idea. You'd think that such a tiny polar bear would keep a tiny human body, but...
Matthew's face exploded with color and surprise. "A-ah...! I see! Y-y-you are bigger than m-me!" He closed his eyes, feeling so embarrassed as their chests were pressing together. It tickled him a lot, since his skin was so sensitive to even the slightest touch. The poor blonde had to keep himself from laughing until he was able to turn away and quickly grabbed the shirt to put on. "I-I can't believe... you got so taller than me, eh? It feels weird to look up at you instead of down..." Matthew slipped the shirt over his head and pulled it down into place.
Now all he needed was to put on some pants and he would be ready. As he grabbed a pair hanging from a hanger, he thought he heard something just outside of the door. Maybe it even sounded like Francis's voice. But he just shook his head. It was probably only his imagination. The blonde took his pants and turned back to Kumajirou, smiling a little. "I-I think I'll... change in the bathroom. I still have to brush my hair and teeth, so... I'll be out in a few minutes."
He nodded his head and then headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Once inside, he let out a sigh and took a few moments to calm the beating of his heart. "I nearly fainted... What Kumajirou did..." He touched his chest through the cloth of his shirt. It was still warm, where they had made contact. It was a strange feeling that confused him. Every thing was strange lately.
Matthew changed into his pants, brushed his teeth and hair, and once he was done, left the bathroom again. "Okay! I'm ready!" A little bit of blush was still left over his cheeks and he smiled happily.
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Post by Italy on Jul 16, 2010 23:43:29 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} He had pointed out the obvious, and Kumajirou couldn't help but smile.
"Mhmm~" he chuckled, hugging him tight before letting him grab his pants and head to the bathroom. When he closed the door, the white-haired male flopped back on the bed. He felt so warm and tingly, especially where Matthew had made contact with his skin. It felt wonderful, and began to regret not enjoying his touch before, and rather taking it for granted.
How could he not love his touch as a bear, but wanted more of it as a human? Hmm... it bothered him, that was for sure.
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Hearing the water turn on in their bedroom bathroom, Francis thought the coast was clear, and stepped into the room as he opened the door. Kumajirou surprised him sitting there, even though it was sort of expected. Being in the same bedroom was one thing while Matthew changed, but he highly doubted that the bear was allowed in the bathroom with him as he did his other morning routine. With that thought, his heart slowed down in pace.
"Oh, hi Francis!" Kumajirou replied, waving as he peeked up at him through closed eyes. The Frenchman stared at him for a moment, and grunted with a blush.
He looked so damn cute....! It made him shake, but he didn't know why. What made him think how, in any situation in this god-forsaken universe, would he think this stuffed toy was attractive!
He tried to break everything down, and tried to do all he could to make himself understand what was going through his head at that very moment.
"Something wrong, Francis?" Kuma asked, sitting up and looking up at the older blonde, his body rocking back and forth, shifting his weight from side to side as he swayed. France watched, and slowly felt his face get redder and redder.
He was jealous of Kumajirou... but why? Think, Francis, think....
Then, a thought came to his head, and didn't like how it made him feel.
The reason he was jealous of Kuma was because.... because.... he loved Matthew. A lot. It was a horrible feeling, to love the boy you raised this way.
He was all for loving whoever you wanted, and having love hold no bounds. He was all about it being a beautiful thing, and encouraged those couples in love to not worry about what others think of them. The important one in your life now was right beside you, and that's all that matters.
But, taking this thought into his head triggered a completely different perspective. Matthew was like a son, and he loved him? Ugh, it was too confusing... waaaay too confusing.
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Kumajirou watched as the Frenchman seemed to argue with himself. Seeing the looks and expressions on his face was enough to make him chuckle. Good thing Francis didn't hear it, his little show was too amusing to be stopped.
But, after a moment, he started wondering what it was Francis was thinking about. He had come in with an angry expression, so it was sort of concering to see him this way.
Kuma only knew France as the raiser and bringer-about of his master. Nothing less, nothing more. So, how could he look so upset with the bear boy? The answers seemed endless.
But, he concluded with one simple thought: Francis was nervous of Kumajirou being in the same room as Matthew. What else could it be? Sure, assuming something that far-fetch'd feels a little too rash, but nothing else seemed to make sense.
He started to nod, and he looked up at the older male to catch his attention.
"Hey," he whispered, making Francis stop and look right at him. They made eye-contact, and the gaze lasted many moments.
But, the strange thing about it was, though, was that they seemed to "connect" in some strange and inhumanly way. Francis noticed that Kumajirou's eyes sparkled and spoke millions of questions, while Kuma noticed the Frenchman's eyes speaking words of anger and confusion.
"If you're mad about me being like this with Matthew, then I understand, "Kuma continued, his face suddenly sterning in expression. It was the Frenchman's turn now to be concerned. "But, I have loved Matthew since we came together when he was still a baby. You raised him, true. So, that means we were both there for him. Sure, I was a bit of a rude, selfish bear, and I feel reeeally bad about that now." The white-haired male looked down. "But, that's why I want to make it up to him now. I love Matthew, and I know you do too. So, can't we make him happy together?"
The words struck like lightning, and Francis leaned against the wall in shock.
Everything he said couldn't have been anymore truthful. He pushed his fingers through his bangs, nodding in response to the bear boy.
He was being too rash with this, he was being selfish as he thought only of himself. He started feeling bad now, really bad.
"Kumajirou..." France replied quietly, meeting the toy's eyes again. "Y-you're right... I'm so sorry..." He sat down on the edge of the bed, making Kuma smile.
Maybe now they could come to an agreement.
As they continued to talk, they both heard Matthew emerge from the bathroom, and they both looked back to have their eyes meet a wonderful sight of a newly-refreshed Canada.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 17, 2010 2:57:09 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} As Matthew stepped out of the bathroom, he was greeted to a surprising sight in front of him. Not only was Kumajirou still in the room, sitting on his bed, but so now was Francis, as well. He wondered when he had come in, and what for. He was used to him coming and going in his house, through the rooms as he pleased. He didn't mind him doing that, even in the slightest.
But something about this seemed different. It looked like they had been talking. Though what about, he had no clue. There was a strange look on the older blonde's face that made him concerned. It made him think back to the reason why he had requested staying over for a few days. Maybe he really should have asked. It would ease his mind if he could know the reason.
He had never seen Francis like this before. And being the closest person to him, he couldn't just stand by and let something horrible happen to him. If he could help somehow, then he would definitely want to. There was probably not much he could do, but still, he could try. It also concerned him that it might, possibly, having something to do with the polar bear turning into a human.
But of course, he had no idea what the real problem was. He just remained completely oblivious and utterly clueless for the time being. Matthew gulped a little uneasily, but still kept the same smile on his face. He walked over closer to the two of them. First looking at Francis, then Kumajirou. It was weird to see people in his bedroom, and two males, at that. But it was nice to have so much company every once in a while.
At least he didn't have to worry about keeping things neat and tidy; he always did. "Are you ready to go, Kumajirou?" He asked, smiling a bit. Then he looked back to Francis and the smile disappeared. Now that he thought about it. "Ah, but, what are you going to do Francis? I don't want to abandon you here all on your own. Especially when you came over for a visit..."
Matthew thought for a few moments, wondering if it would be okay, or if it would be rude, to invite someone else out on his and Kumajirou's walk. He hoped he wouldn't mind, and would understand. They seemed to be getting well enough, so far. They did know each other already, of course. But it was sort of like they were all meeting the male for the first time, in his new body.
"It's such a nice day, today. If you're not busy, would you like to come on our walk with us?" The blonde smiled and tilted his head to the side, acting in an oh so adorable way that he was not aware of. It was what Kiku would call being totally 'moe.' He turned his attention back to the white haired male. "I hope you don't mind, Kuma." He said, making a nickname of his name now.
"I just don't want to leave Francis here all by himself. Can he join us?" He really hoped that adding another person along wouldn't ruin things. It was just going to be a walk around the neighborhood, after all. Maybe they would walk through the park and enjoy the day. "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do than go on a walk with the two closest people to me! It sounds so fun!" He held out his hands; one each for the both of them to take so that they could go. It would be nice for the three of them to just enjoy each other's company. Nothing was wrong with that idea, right?
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Post by Italy on Jul 17, 2010 10:25:35 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} When Matthew brought up the walk again, Kumajirou suddenly became excited once again.
"Oh, yeah!" he chirped, standing up and happily walking to the Canadian's side. He had completely forgotten about the walk, what with the little moment he and Francis had just shared. If he had his tail, it would be wagging. He was so excited, and he couldn't tell why! He felt like a child in a candystore, it was a sort of adrenaline rush he couldn't explain. "Let's go!!"
Francis just simply stood up, a smile on his face. "Well, you two have fun, alright?" He was just about to walk out of the bedroom when he suddenly heard Matthew's idea of all three of them walking together, and his hand brushed against his side. He really wanted him to go with them, even after doing all of the rude things he did just this morning? He smiled, he really did raise his little Canadian-boy well.
"O-oh, okay...!" he replied, slowly enveloping his hand around the younger blonde's, their fingers instinctively lacing together. He couldn't hold back a wider smile as Kuma happily took Matthew's other hand into his, holding it just as tight. A chuckle escaped him, and he pulled Matthew closer to his body, forcing him to be snug inbetween him and the white-haired male on the other side.
"Shall we go?" he asked. Kuma nodded quickly.
"Yeah!" he replied.
So, soon after that, they were out the door, hand-in-hand-in-hand. The day was even more beautiful now that the sun had risen higher into the sky. Now, the birds had fully awakened themselves, and were singing for the squirrels, who scurried and played in the brush and trees. The very few clouds that were strung across the sky shaped funny things, and the heat was somewhat overpowering, but that soft breeze that seemed to gust every now and then was an instant refresher.
"My my," France stated, taking in a deep breath of clean, fresh air. "It is quite the gorgeous day, no?" Kumajirou nodded in agreement as the three strode down the sidewalk in perfect sync.
"It feels really good out," Kuma repeated as he closed his eyes. He seemed to be taking in the feeling of the atmosphere around him. "Now that I'm human, it seems that everything is more enjoyable. I can feel the breeze so intimately on my skin, and the warmth of the sun isn't making me sweaty and sticky." He smiled, his eyes seeming to sparkle and glisten with powerful emotion.
Francis saw this, and couldn't help but stare. He was being rather hard on the bear boy earlier, and it was good to see that he didn't think much of it anymore. That was good, time to put the past behind them, and look toward a more exciting future of keeping Matthew happy and content with the two of them by his side.
Then, suddenly, both of their gazes fell upon the smallest blonde, who seemed awfully content as well, smiling and just seeming to be happy in their presences. Kuma smiled, and France did too. Then, they both leaned over slightly, to meet the height of the tiny Matthew, and they each pecked him on the cheek simultaniously.
"You're so cute, Matthew," they both whispered in the gentlest way.
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