vatheon | Training Montage! Kinda-

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canada (matthew williams)

Training Montage! Kinda-

Who: Prussia and YOU
Where: The Park
When: 30th April, Monday, noonish
Style: Action or prose, I'm flexible
Status: OPEN

So the dreamberry had turned back into the creepy Starfish Communicators, and the mysterious city up on the island had finished. Gilbert felt like Vatheon had given him a rather humiliating backhand, ending the mystery before Gilbert could solve it. Okay, so the dream broadcasting had finally stopped, which is what he and Fox had strived to do, but it was just frustrating that it ended because it felt like ending, not because Gilbert solved the mystery and kicked the source's ass.

Gah, it was frustrating.

So Gilbert pounded out his frustrations by taking a long jog throughout Vatheon's large park. It was pissing it down with rain, but that was better. Gilbert had learned one thing during his adventure with Fox, and that was he had gotten a little unfit during his retirement back home. He was determined to get himself fighting fit once more, and running in the rain was a great way to distract him from his frustrations over his failed investigating. It just made him more determined than ever to solve Vatheon's mysteries, even if he had no idea where to start. Prussia wasn't beaten that easily, dammit!

Although he did have to take a break. He slowed to a brisk walk, panting shallowly as he let the rain cool him down. He was dressed in running shorts and a thermal top, and he was sorely wishing he had the forethought to buy a sport's coat. He was alternating between humidly hot or numbingly cold, and he swung his arms as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose and swept at his wet face with his hands. Maybe he should head back home - or try to find some shelter until the rain stopped.

He started looking for some sort of umbrella or conservatory or a particularly thick shelter of trees - anything to rest under until the rain let up.

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There was nothing said for a good while and it might have been a bit hard to tell how long, exactly, the Canadian had been standing there, umbrella in hand. Regardless, he eventually cleared his throat in a polite manner, letting Prussia know that he was actually around and not just lurking. A friendly smile and even a wave followed.

"If you get sick, then I get full rights to laugh at you, eh?" Of course he wouldn't, but there was never a wrong time for just a tiny bit of humour, right? ...well, of course there was but this certainly didn't seem to be one of them in his book so the sentiment still stood. "A- anyway, do you need an umbrella?" He was more than happy to share his, or even let Prussia borrow it for a bit. There was nothing wrong with getting a little wet for a bit.

Gilbert almost jumped at hearing the little cough, and he turned to see Canada. He immediately brightened and moved over to him, clapping his hands together with a wide grin. "Canada! I haven't seen you in, like, forever! How've you been?"

While he was being friendly, Gilbert did sneak underneath the umbrella a little. Hope Canada didn't mind sharing close quarters with a soaked through Prussian in shorts and t-shirt.

Smiling lighty, he made enough room under the umbrella for both of them, not minding at all. It wasn't going to be the end of the world if he ended up a bit wet after all. ...at least he didn't think so.

"I've been well enough. I think. This whole thing has been sort of a mess." There was an apologetic smile and slight shrug as he simply left it at that. Sometimes he was just never too sure of Vatheon or anything about it and the past month seemed to fall under that category of just not being too sure about anything. "Regardless, I at least have remained sensible enough to bring an umbrella in the rain." Which was, really, just a light jab at Prussia. Though he couldn't blame the other as sometimes it was nice to just walk in the rain without one. Or run, if one pleases.

"And yourself?"

"Not bringing an umbrella was a deliberate choice, plus I don't have one yet," Gilbert dismissed carelessly, scraping his fingers through his pale hair, trying to get rid of some of the matted knots. He ended up looking like Ludwig with his slicked back hairstyle.

"Eh, I've been good. Got my own house, had a bit of an investigation going that ended in a bust, all that good stuff."

Shaking his head just a tiny bit, he simply smiled as he seemed to understand that it had been a choice and he certainly wasn't going to take him to task for that one. It was sometimes a nice choice to make, even if sometimes a bit regretful.

"At least you've been keeping busy." It was easy to fall into a cycle of inaction and just general complacancy in a place where when something strange happened it went back to normal right after without much after effects. One could easily say 'oh next week it'll be okay again so it doesn't really matter.' "Even if nothing panned out, there's always next time I'm sure." Somewthing eventually should turn up. Hopefully.

"Where did you move to?" That way he could come and visit without having to go door to door.

"Um...Phanga, I think it's called. Something like that," Gilbert grinned sheepishly, crossing his arms over his chest. Now that he wasn't running about and was standing still in the chilly air, he was pretty damn cold in his soaked clothing. Thankfully nations didn't have to worry about catching colds or hypothermia. "You still living in the same place?"

"Ah. I believe I know where you mean." It shouldn't be too hard to find him then as now he at least knew which neighbourhood to look in. If he ended up knocking on a few wrong doors, he'd simply apologise for the inconvenience.

"Oh! No. I actually ended up moved in with my friend Jack." There was an unspoken 'again' since they had actually shared a place once before, but Canada had later moved out. "He's pleasant enough to live with and has been teaching me how to play the piano. I'm still not very good, but he's been quite patient with me."

There was a bit of a pause before he continued. "If you're getting cold, we can go find somewhere warmer."

"Jack?" Who was Jack? Ah, Gilbert will find out later. "Yeah, I'm turning into a popsicle here." He stamped his feet, almost jogging in place to warm himself up. He was semi-successful.

With a slight nod, he adjusted his grip on the umbrella before starting to walk in the direction of the nearest building. "You'll have to meet him sometime. He's been here for a while and has become one of my close friends." If Prussia wasn't careful, he might find Canada trying to drag him around and introduce him to all of his friends. At least the ones he considered to be good friends, anyway, as he liked to consider everyone to be a 'friend' in the general sense of the term.

"What's he like?" Gilbert asked curiously. He himself had made a few friends, which was great, although he wasn't sure if he could call them /friends/ friends. Friendly acquaintances, or something like that. Gilbert wasn't all that bothered, really, whether or not he had friends, being alone was fun after all.

Yup.

"Well, he's quite friendly. A bit shy sometimes but generally means well and easy to get along with." Sort of like someone one would expect Canada to be friends with mostly. He liked to think that they shared some of the same characteristics, though Jack was a bit more outgoing and certainly not as easy to accidentally overlook.

"Have you met many new people yet?"

"I've met a few," Gilbert said, almost shyly, but he immediately grins and shakes his head. "You know me, I attract all the weirdos - I mean, I went out on an adventure with a Fox-guy a few days ago."

"That sounds like it would have been fun." It was something he was certainly happy to hear. "Sometimes the stranger the individual, the more fun you end up having with them around." And the can sometimes turn out to be a pretty awesome friend. "You'll have to tell me all about your adventure sometime."

"I can tell you now, if you want. It was a pretty disappointing adventure, to be honest. I mean, we were trying to figure out why everyone's dreams were being broadcasted, and stop it, and then we went up to the island which had changed into this weirdo village in a city thingy, and we found a broadcasting tower, but it wasn't on, so we figured that whatever was broadcasting the dreams also changed the island, but didn't figure out how."

Gilbert paused, realising he had been pretty much rambling about something Canada only had a polite interest in. "Er, yeah, so, that was it. Not very exciting."

Regardless, he still listened quite intently as they walked, never once interrupting him. Had Gilbert wished to ramble on for a while, he probably would have let him do so without ever once interrupting him. "Huh. Strange. I wonder what it was that could have caused such a thing. It's actually the first time anything like that has happened as far as I can remember." He had been there for a while, but he's pretty sure they hadn't had anything like it before.

"It was kind of awkward to be able to see dreams like that, actually. Nobody really expects their dreams to be just broadcast for all to see." Though it was also an interesting way to learn more about people as not everyone is who they seem and seeing into someone's inner self in such a manner can lead to a lot of learning. On the other hand, it was also a rather embarrassing invasion of privacy.

"As much as I think many would be interested in learning what the cause of the broadcast was, I'm sure there's enough thankful that it hopefully won't happen again."

"Yeah, I guess...but I wish it hung around long enough for me to crack the mystery," Gilbert said petulantly. "Now it's like, something that can never be solved, and it's annoying." Yes, he was clearly pouting now.

"There'll be another mystery sooner or later I'm sure. Perhaps you'll be able to solve that one." It probably wasn't as cheerful as he had hoped it would be, but he was still trying to cheer him up now. "In the meantime, at least the island is still around to explore. Who knows. Maybe something interesting will show up there."

"Yeah..." Gilbert still looked a little put out, but he didn't look as glum as before. He bounced a little as he walked, glancing at Canada. "Mn, so where're we going?" He was the man with the umbrella, after all. Gilbert went where he went.

Actually, that was a rather valid question as he actually didn't really have anything planned other than 'in this general direction'. "Well, I was enjoying a stroll but maybe we could get some coffee somewhere, too." Come to think of it, that did sound rather nice.

Gilbert agreed. "Coffee sounds great. I need somewhere to dry off anyway. Wet shorts aren't the most comfortable thing in the world." They chafed.

"How about I make us some?" Then he can give him a clean, dry towel and let him dry off in comfort. Plus there was nothing worse than the feeling of waiting for clothes to slowly dry while wearing them and not being able to do anything about it.

"At your new place?" Gilbert tilted his head with a small grin. "Sure! I wanna take a snoop about anyway."

"Of course." Laughing softly, he gave him a quick swat before heading them in the right direction. "It's a nice house, really. Even includes a small attic." And among his favourite places to live. "Just don't break anything."

"Pfft, what? Canadaaaa..." Gilbert mock-whined. "When do I ever break anything at other people's houses? C'mon, I'm not some wild child. I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise."

"Since you promised, okay. I'll believe you and give you the benefit of the doubt." Smiling, he gave him a light nudge. "I may even have some leftover cookies if you want, too." There was never a wrong time for cookies after all.

If it was anyone but Canada saying this, Gilbert would've thought he was being patronised. As it was he gave a little bounce and grinned. "Cookies? Did you make them?" Because anything Canada made was automatically awesome.

"Mhmm. They're chocolate chip cookie this time. I added some vanilla as well to give them a little something extra." Not that plain chocolate chip was boring or anything but vanilla tended to make it even better. And by that time, it seemed that they were almost there. It was a quaint little area, really, near where the middle and lower districts divided making it easier to roam around either of the districts.

"Ahhh, they sound so good," Gilbert groaned. "I want, I totally want. I've missed some good homemade cooking..." he trailed off. Yeah, he had to cook his own meals now, since his brother wasn't here, and he felt a sudden churn of homesickness. He missed his brother's cooking.

He shrugged it off. "Wanna gimme a recipe? I dunno how to make cookies, to be honest."

"You can stop by any time and I'll be happy to cook for you, too." It was a genuine offer in a show of friendship. He wasn't trying to say that Gilbert was a bad cook, but more that he was always happy to share with friends and he did enjoy cooking for others.

"I'll be happy to share any recipe with you that you want, too. Just let me know."

Who was Gilbert to turn down offers of free foods? He already had Italy promising to cook him pasta whenever he wanted-

Ah! Speaking of!

"Oh, hey yeah, Japan and Italy are having a picnic or meal or something at some point. I haven't spoken in Italy in a while, but, are you joining in on that, too?" Gilbert rubbed his neck and laughed. "Unless I missed it...I'm pretty bad with dates lately."

There was a pause. "But, right, yeah, I'd love to come round to yours and have cooking matches, or something. Iron Chef competitions."

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