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[labayamesa]

WHO: Cuba [labayamesa] & Canada [true_north_will]. OPEN. {+ Denmark [yndigt_land]}
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: North Wing, Room 20.
WHAT: Cuba is having a really hard time dealing with this god-forsaken place without some sort of nicotine-rich outlet to calm him asides the medicine he has been forcefully prescribed. He turns to the only nation he can honestly trust with his woes. . .he's

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[yndigt_land]

The first thing he did when getting out of bed was trip on the bedclothes and fall flat on his face; not even frantic clutching at the night-table helped him as he fell hard with a loud curse. Even though he no longer wore the brace on his arm, such a sudden use of the muscle made it sore, and he cradled it a little, rubbing the joint and wincing

[labayamesa]

He shivered, standing there at his friends doorway. He had taken not that due to whatever they were forcefully shoving down his throat day, the world moved slower, everything took it's time in changing and altering and his reactions followed suit with them. Tensing, he rubbed his hands together and was about to raise his fist to knock one more time, desperate for advice, for any sort of companionship and words, words that seemingly his friend could give him but he stopped short when he heard the clatter from the door aside the one he was standing before. Pausing, he swallowed and waited to see what would happen, listening to the noises beyond the snowy walls

[yndigt_land]

"You're pretty far North!" He sounded jovial, at least, despite the fact that he just didn't feel it. He watched Cuba for a second, then closed his door and toed at the snow with his boots.

"Waiting for somebody?" He hardly noticed the other's attempt to speak; Denmark could always fill a silence.

[labayamesa]

Cuba was content that for once someone could speak. It seemed he liked to make friends or acquaintances with nations who were painfully silent, or painfully loud, but right now, the noise was better than the stillness and coffin-like effect the snow provided him. He nodded and tried to force a smile that suited his face far more than his worried disposition.

"Ah--yeah, just Canadá, but well--'t looks like he isn't in." He cleared his throat quietly after the sentence, having issues formulating the proper wording he was looking for, but a basic sentence structure worked for him and explained the situation readily.

"I think 'm too far north to be standin' here for much longer though." A small chuckle escaped his throat, but it lacked the true warmth he was normally able to exude.

[true_north_will]

Canada had indeed been out of his room that day, as opposed to confining himself from the rest of the sanctuary. Days were spent struggling against the illusions brought to him by the medication. The only grip he had to reality was his beloved bear. In the dreams, neither Kumajirou or Sir Bearington existed- it was that feeling of heartbreak that woke him up each and every day.

Oh Kumajirou, hopefully someone is taking good care of you, Canada thought

[labayamesa]

Cuba had just finished his time with the Nordic nation, seeing him off to his room in concern for his well-being. The track he took though, had brought him right back to the place he started at, now with a mild blur about his surroundings as the alcohol he drank mixed with the medications floating within his system. He was beginning to see why the Dane went out so quickly after they started and was in the process of thanking his own actions in making the choice to not refill his glass no matter how tempting it might have been. Any kind of escape would have been nice but he still needed to find Canada, desperately.

He could always find comfort in his friend, some kind of warmth. He just hoped the time apart and situation they were placed within did not pull them apart. So, after closing the door to the room next to Canada's own, he was relieved to hear that quiet, familiar voice.

"Canadá?" His voice perked slightly as he turned around and tugged his military jacket tighter around his body that found a chill in the surroundings. A

[true_north_will]

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry," were the first words to leave Canada's lips. Though he was feeling very guilty at the moment, he couldn't help but show smiles. He examined his friend, making sure to himself that it wasn't an illusion from the medication, making sure it wasn't at all a dream. It was good to see his friend, it was a piece of reality he needed- except it looked the other needed him first. "Is something the matter?"

[labayamesa]

The mixture of the medications and the drugs was making the world a little difficult to handle. He shivered at the cold in the hall and look down to his friend, shaking his head to console the others apologizes. He didn't want the other to think it was his fault for anything and for not being around because things like this happened and Canada should have the freedom to move about without constant knowledge of his placement. Swallowing heavily he parted his lips and spoke.

"Don't be--'s not your fault," he could not help but return the smile after the words fell past his lips even in his slightly stressed state, slightly being a word to use lightly. "I just--I just need t' talk t' someone about the mierda they've been feedin' me. . .I need-ah-h--" he paused and looked down to his friend, his smile fading slightly but still trying to maintain the warmth in his eyes.

"Just some company from someone whose familiar."