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canada (matthew williams)

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When: during gilbert's arrival.
Where: canada's apartment.
Style: starting in third, but feel free to switch to [brackets] if you'd like. i don't mind either at all.
Status: closed.

"S- sorry. Orwell doesn't ring a bell. Is he a new writer?" He did sound interested in it, however, as the subject sounded possibly intriguing. On the other hand, it was also something that he could look into later on his own. In the meantime, he was offering him that towel finally. "Right now, I live in Yutopil apartments near Nostalgia Nook. It's quite a nice building, really. We can go there now, if you'd like."

With a friendly enough smile, he waited for a moment or two before starting back in the direction he came from. "The starfish is actually a communcations device around here. It's like a..." There was a slight pause as he looked for the proper word he was trying to find. "Cell phone, I believe. You can talk to people over it like using a regular phone, send them text messages, or even video chat. As a default, however, the thing broadcasts across the network as a whole so everyone can pretty much see whatever it is that you're doing. Of course, you can also hold private conversations over it." He hoped it was a simple enough explanation but sometimes he did have a habit of accidentally making things more complicated than they should be.

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"I bet they were thinking the same thing about you." That was how it usually worked. Everyone was strange to someone else. "Then again, I'm sure they'd be right to an extent as well." Why yes. That was a little joke, he promised. "The locals have their own housing. Some live and work from their store. Others in other buildings nearby." Though now that he thought about it... "Y'know, there's really no intermixing, actually. Buildings that house us have no locals and vice versa. It's a bit odd, but I suppose that's how they prefer it."

But no. There was no stashing of people away in closets. Okay. There might be, but he didn't know of anyone who slept in a closet so he couldn't say one way or another for sure about that. "There used to be a place that was owned by a local who gave it to a group of us, but they still never lived there at the same time as we did."

"Hm..." Gilbert filed that information away in the mental folder that he had labelled 'Vatheon'. He was determined to solve the mystery of this place, and the locals seemed like a good clue to follow. He was sure he wasn't the only one who was investigating, but Gilbert was over eight hundred years old and fucking awesome. He could solve this mystery easily enough. He rubbed his chin in thought. "So the locals live separately? How do they act? Like, completely slavish or something?"

"I think they're friendly enough. Helpful in a way, sure, but they won't answer any questions about Vatheon or anything like that. They're more than happy to share things like recipes or suggest books, though." Any attempts at useful information about the city or why anyone was there or anything else was something that they'd avoid or just not answer. "They certainly don't avoid people, anyway, nor are they really violent or anything." Most violence tended to be foreigner-instigated.

...or a cause of curses.

Tight-lipped locals. Gilbert felt like they had stepped into a horror film - next thing they knew there'd be mysterious noises in the middle of the night and they'd stumble across the locals burning a cross and conducting a bizarre ritual. Possibly human sacrifices. Ah great, not Gilbert just disturbed himself. Well he wasn't going to allow himself to be alone with any of these 'locals' without an escape route nearby.

"Hm..." was all Gilbert said though. "So made any friends here?" he asked, switching tracks.

To be completely fair, he could probably see some of the foreigners doing bizarre rituals like that, too. Hell, there's some vampires around and he's still not too sure how they feed. Or if they do.

"A few, actually. Most of them I'd consider good friends." A smile accompanied his words as he spoke. "Plus being here has given me a chance to be friends with Vietnam and Japan." Japan and Canada sometimes do dorky things together like going sightseeing around Vatheon like complete tourists, complete with taking pictures. "There's also a couple from different versions of home. It's basically the same but there's some differences from what we know."

He paused for a moment before smiling widely again. "I'll have to introduce you to them sometime."

"Vietnam and Japan are here?" Gilbert asked, scratching his head. "Oh, I think you mentioned that earlier, I think..." Yes, and Italy and America were here too. Well at least there were other nations aside from there lurking about, although Gilbert smirked at the thought of meeting up with America. He was always amused by the boisterous nation, and he had fond memories of him and General Von Steuben whipping the little brat into shape during that revolution of his. Well, up until Gilbert had to get chummy with the grumpy England.

Ahaha, so many 'accidental' bayonet stabbings...

Gilbert hurriedly shook himself from memory lane though. "Different versions of home?"

"They've been here for a while as well, so I'm sure they'd be happy to answer any questions you may have." Mostly or something, anyway. He couldn't really see either of them not being helpful. "And then you, Italy, and America arrived pretty much all within the same span of time." So don't ask either of those two for help. ...well, he could try but Canada didn't know how helpful it would be and America might only help support theories of abductions and conspiracies.

"Mhmm. My friend N is from Japan, but a different version. It's not the same as the one we know. These creatures called 'pokemon' roam around, too."

"So, alternative universes of our universe?" Gilbert asked, starting to sound puzzled. He paused at the name 'Pokemon' though. Pokemon like...the game? Gilbert had spent most of his time playing a large array of video games during recent years, so 'Pokemon' did raise red flags. "...what's N like?" he asked after a lengthy pause.

"I'm sure some of them may very well claim that we're an alternate universe of their universe." Since nobody could really say for sure which univese was alternate of which. ...and that's not a discussion he wanted to have ever since it sounded far too boring and painful to engage in. "He's rather cheerful, really. A bit naive, but well-meaning. We sometimes crusade for animal rights together." ...like when the dinosaurs were around, they were still demanding people treat them nicely. "Compassionate towards all living things. Has a certain love of mathematics." There was a bit of a shrug as he offered Gilbert a smile. "He has this cute little pokemon called Purrloin that reminds me of a cat."

Gilbert very much wanted to meet this 'N'. He enjoyed the games - or world, now that Gilbert learned it was real - and he especially wanted to meet 'Purrloin'. However, this brought up a troubling fact. If 'Pokemon' was a game in Gilbert's universe, but was reality for N...did that mean that Gilbert could be a fictional character to another universe? That was...confusing and scary to think about, so he firmly punted that thought from his head.

"Huh, I wanna meet him," he said, nodded solemnly. "Anyone who likes animals can't be that bad." Although Gilbert was a complete asshole to humans and nations alike, he was known for being incredibly soft and weak to cute little animal - and not so cute large /dangerous/ animals. There was a humorous story where a drunken Gilbert managed to climb into the lion exhibit in the Berlin Zoo but- ah, it isn't much talked about within the Weillschmidt household.

"Next time I speak with him, I'll have to let him know you'd like to meet him." He figured it wouldn't be much of a problem at all as N did enjoy meeting new people. As long as Gilbert behaved, then he didn't see too much trouble cropping up anywhere. They could sit down and talk animals. And cuddle with pokemon. Which wasn't so bad of an activity, actually. Canada tended to enjoy it, anyway. On the other hand, given a chance, he'd cuddle with anyone or anything, though, so that wasn't say too much.

"I can introduce you to Jack as well. He's a bit on the quiet side, though. From a more victorian era." But Canada still considered him a friend, none-the-less. "If Gracia's still around, I'm sure she'd love to meet you. She tend to enjoy meeting new people and tends to be quite friendly and outgoing." Though from one of Japan's past eras, but sometimes it's hard to tell.

"Anyway, up ahead is where most of the shopping is. The coral is nearby as well as the park." It was pretty much all in the same area, keeping things neat and tidy. And easy to find.

Gilbert smiled at securing a meeting with this 'N' and had a slight spring in his step. He tilted his head at the mention of two other people, trying to figure out if their names were familiar to him to, but...well 'Jack' and 'Gracia' weren't enough to go on, definitely not a unique name like 'N'. "Hm, maybe I'll run into them too, since I'm staying around yours..." Anyone Canada was friends with were most likely safe anyway.

"Convenient," Gilbert remarked about the close locations of the park, shopping, and the magical coral. "Don't have to travel all over the place then to get the stuff you need, then."

Canada seemed to prefer safe friends. It made things nicer. And quieter. There was little worry that way that something might go wrong. But anyway, he'd leave a voice message for N later, unless he ran across him first. Either way, he'd set it up so that N and Gilbert met sooner or later.

"It is. Plus the coral is nearby so if you're tired you can touch it and feel better. Plus it's nice to go from store to store and get everything done at once instead of having to run all over from one level to the next in search of various items." It was rather efficient. Plus he could move from the park to a cafe without having to go up or down stairs. "The only real downside is that housing tends to be in the lower district but that's not too bad, really. I sort of like having it that way." ...since it forced someone to actually get out every now and then.

"Plus there's a greater chance of running into people at random and striking up conversation when everyone has to go to one area to do their shopping."

"A great way to socialise," Gilbert chuckled. He looked about them, rocking back and forth on his heels as he considered. Well, Gilbert was still pretty exhausted, so he guessed they should shop now and he could explore the park and stuff tomorrow with a clearer head, and his own clothes and shoes. "Alright, so let's shop. I really wanna go to bed again," he groaned theatrically, throwing an arm around Canada's shoulders and slumping against him, putting a considerable amount of weight on the blond.

"It is, really. It's simple and doesn't have the pressure of sticking everyone in a room and saying 'now go make new friends.'" Though socialising still wasn't exactly for everyone and even being out in public could be something that was seen as a terrible horror. Generally, though, they didn't have to worry about that. ...if anything, some people were too friendly.

"I suppose this mea-" Stopping mid-word, he stumbled slightly before catching his balance and holding up Gilbert. "A little warning next time, eh? I'm sure you wouldn't have appreciated falling face-first onto the ground." So maybe it was a little extreme, but there was also a hint of a laugh since he really wouldn't have moved out of the way or anything. "We'll get the basic necessities and then we can go back."

...why yes. He really was now attempting to drag Gilbert with him as he headed towards the nearest shop.

Gilbert almost laughed when Canada half carried him to the closest shop, and made no effort to make things easier for the blond. He dragged his feet and practically clung to Canada like some strange koala bear, hiding his grin by pressing his face into Canada's shoulder. He was entertained by his burst of childish behaviour, but he really was tired. He felt drained, more than anything. He usually had a cup of strong coffee by now, so he supposed he was starting to crash or something.

"If you'd like to make things easier, can you at least stop dragging your feet?" Why yes. It was pretty much a roundabout offer for a piggyback ride. Plus it avoided that whole awkward 'would you like me to carry you?' question that sometimes sounded worse than it was meant to be. "We can even make a quick stop at the candy store." Which, while it was a joke, was also kind of serious since, hey. Stopping at the candy store was always a highlight of any shopping trip.

Gilbert caught the offer, and brightened at the mention of the sweet shop. With a happy noise he clambered onto Matthew's back - which seemed a bit weird, since Gilbert had a few inches on the Canadian, but was built like a stick, so weight wasn't worrisome - and settled his chin atop of the blond's head, squeezing Canada's hips with his thighs.

"Yeah, a quick stop at the sweet store is a must," he said solemnly.

After hooking his arms around Gilbert's legs, he gave a slight bounce to adjust him just a tiny bit. There. That was much better. And it was fun, so he wasn't minding anything one bit. "Of course, don't think we're going to skip right to the candy store part. That's the reward."

As he spoke, he was opening the door for the shop he had been dragging them towards. It was a quaint little shop, but had the basic necessities that one would probably need at first.

Gilbert wrapped his arms around Canada's neck, resting his cheek against blond hair as he let the Canadian carry him about like Gilbert was a ten year old. He didn't mind. He still made his brother carry him like this by whining loud enough. He had discovered a whining pitch that made Ludwig physically recoil in pain and he exploited it ruthlessly.

"Best we shop quick then," Gilbert murmured, wriggling his toes as they stepped into the shop. It was warm, almost humidly so.

Thankfully Canada was more than happy to carry Gilbert around if he wanted. Though if he started whining, he would probably throw something. ...then apologise and do so anyway.

"I think we can do that." Quick enough to get the bare necessities without forgetting something. It helped he knew where everything was, so that made it quicker.

Gilbert nodded and let Canada haul him about the store. The first order of business were the shoes of course, since Canada's were too big for his feet - the only drawback was that he'd have to hop off of his friend to purchase them. Ugh, no, why didn't he have telekinetic abilities?

Gilbert slid off of Canada's back when they reached the small shelf full of shoes, and in an effort to use up as little time as possible, reached out and grabbed a pair of trainers that were his size. "Okay, got shoes."

At least he was nice enough to not pretend to drop him. He could always save that for later, anyway. "You're not even going to try them on?" Not that he was complaining but shoes were something he figured one generally wanted to try on. Had he known Gilbert was just planning to grab, he probably could have done that and saved him the effort of moving. Then again it was probably best that Gilbert chose or there was no telling what he'd end up with.

Gilbert never tried his shoes, relying mostly on gut instinct or luck to get comfortable shoes. He usually got the right shoes for him on the right go anyway, because he was awesome. "Nah, that takes time and work. Clothes!" he said excitedly, beginning to nudge Canada towards the clothes rack.

Shaking his head slightly, he simply offered a smile at that. There would be no room for complaints later. "Shall we just grab the first decent clothes we see tht fit as well?" Taking the cue, he was already heading over towards the clothing.

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