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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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[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.

Once the medication had finally worn off, he had lost track of time. He needed a change of pace, maybe some fresh air, to get rid of the unfamiliar feelings that still lingered within him. Canada did a little bit of wandering, making a stop at the kitchen to help himself to a small meal, and eventually made the way back to his room.

A pair of shadows in the hallway caught his attention.

At first he thought it was one of his neighbours... but that only defined one of them. The other looked too out of place between the icy walls with his tan skin and brightly coloured clothing.

"...Is that you, Cuba?" Canada called out, rubbing his eyes. He hoped he wasn't wrong, he hadn't seen his good friend - or anyone for that matter - in such a long time.

[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 sigh escaped his throat and he smiled warmly, sincerely at the sight of the other, his breath catching on the winter-like air, a situation he was not used to ever in his natural existence unless he was visiting another nation.

"M-me alegro de verte. . .I have been trying t' find you all evening."

[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."

[true_north_will]

"Ah..," Canada's voice trailed as soon as he noticed Cuba was in definite need of warmth. He quickly paced towards his doorway, unlocking it. "Let's not stand around here. Come on in."

He forgot he left his room in a slightly disarrayed state. It took him a moment to sloppily gather his blankets and sheets on to a single spot on his bed. Hope this will be enough, Canada thought. He was not sure just how cold his friend was so it was best to collect as many things as possible to help warm him up. Sir Bearington sat atop the pile too. The bear's "fur" should help too.

Canada looked to Cuba, motioning to the blankets and the bear. "Hope this is okay. Ah. And what kind of ... 'mierda' are they giving you?"

[labayamesa]

Looking around the room as the other invited him in, he noted the differences between the wings, listening to his friend shuffle around in the background of the scene. Pausing a few steps in, he turned and looked towards Canada in his mildly drunken state, lidding his eyes and letting a small laugh escape his throat at the pile of blankets presented to him; the bear sitting atop the pile like he owned it. It amused him and his mood lightened slightly at the kindness of the other as he took a seat, knowing it would be rude to object such an offer, taking up one of the blankets and wrapping it around his shoulders as he looked up to Canada.

Where could he start? There was a great deal of shit that this damn place was giving him but he knew there was one problem that he really was focused on. He knew he was being stupid, to let it bother him so much but what else was he suppose to do?

"Ah--well. . ." he swallowed his breath and moved over, making room for the other to sit in the cleared space on the bed as he dug around in the pockets of his slacks before pulling out two folded up pieces of paper, offering them to the blonde figure.

[4w/4d later.. orz]

[true_north_will]

Hopefully the blankets were enough, Canada thought. He took a few looks at Cuba to make sure his friend was comfortable under the walls of ice and snow. There were still more blankets in case Cuba needed them, right? Seeing as the other did not take up on the bear, he lifted it with one hand, using the free hand to receive the pieces of paper. As he sat down on free space on the bed, he started on the crayon drawing. He had to admit was cute ... shame that it must be a fake designed by the staff. With one arm still clutching onto Sir Bearington, the one holding the papers swapping the drawing with the letter. Canada let out a sound as soon as he saw that some of the drawing's blue sky smudged under his thumb and onto the next page. He apologized a few times before inspecting the contents of the letter.

These ... are fakes, right? Canada began to read some of the lines out loud as he read through the entire thing. It sounded a little too real, but also something out of those screenplays America would always release. He didn't know what to say. Wonder how Cuba had felt when he received them, he wondered. He exhaled slowly before setting them down on his, or his bear's, lap. They almost left him speechless, unsure what to do or say after seeing them. So this was the cause of his friend's troubles.

"They're ... something, aren't they."

[labayamesa]

Something. That's what they were but to Cuba for some strange reason there was something more there. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a letter from a citizen, even if fabricated. It struck him in strange way because he was going through such a hard time with his condition as a nation, he felt as if he owed these people his affections someway or another even though he knew it was not true. He was already having a difficult time with the current government in place and beyond that he wished for something more solid with the thoughts that had been rooting around in his mind as far back as the early 19th century. He wanted freedom and wanted to be a respectable nation, not one perpetually under the thumb of another, or a puppet government that claimed to be thinking of him when it really was just turning into a family of swindlers and traitors to the cause.

He looked down at his hands and wrapped the blanket around him more before looking up at his friend and swallowing heavily and searching his face for the warmth that he normally enjoyed. Canada, he had always been such a good friend, even in their harder times of trust and understanding and now, here they were, both locked up and he desired his company and comfort more than ever.

Even if it turned into a lecture, he would not mind. So, he parted his lips, a small chuckle escaping his lungs before he truly spoke. "No sé. . .I just wonder sometimes, 't feels so good--to hear something like that--even though I know it's fake. It's stupid--but ah, strange."