[oh... Canada hasn't noticed it yet...]

... I'm sorry, Mattie.

[Canada is... sometimes oblivious. Or simply refuses to believe because it can't be like that.]

W- what's the matter, Red?

[how does he even say it? he found it immensely hard to admit it to Canada, simply because of the fact that Red knows how close they really are...

but he had to say it... somehow. quietly, he received the idea of showing America's bomber jacket. so he took it from his shoulders, removing it as he raised it up to show in the video transmission.]

...

[Chewing his bottom lip slightly, he looked away.] T- that's not fair. At all. I messed everything up and had so m- many plans to fix it and n- now I can't even do that much.

[Taking a deep breath, he still kept his focus elsewhere.]

H- how long ago?

Since last week...

[he lowered his eyes now, doing his best not to cry again...]

I'm really sorry, Mattie. I wish I could've helped the two of you more...

...when I wasn't around. Figures. [With a shaky sigh, he ran a hand through his hair a few times.]

I- it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong so there's nothing to apologise for. I was the one who was dragging around.

...

No, I'm sure that you had your reasons... And I'm sure that he understood, too. He really likes you a lot, Mattie.

I guess... I'm just being too hard on myself, eh?

...we still have each other, right?

[he gets a bit teary after hearing that ;;]

... Of course! I'm always here for you, Mattie.

[Be warned, Red. He'll seek you out. He needs some hugs.]

Good. And I'll always be here for you as well, Red. Any time. Every time.

[come here and let's hug!!! ;_;]

Thank you...

[He will so be right there.]

There's no need to thank me for anything.

[Sleepy Iceland is sleepy. With nothing to get up for, he forgot that nine in the morning'd come so soon. Thus, he doesn't quite realize he's answering to something Canada was saying to the SFC.]

I haven't seen him around.. [Not the best argument a quasi-hermit could make, but hey.]

By the way, that smells delicious.

I guess that he's just being Al, then. I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere. Probably with some great tale.

[..Oh. He didn't wake him, did he? Because he hopes not as he's looking horribly guilty as he looks from the pan to Iceland, then back to the pan again.]

O- oh! Thank you. I didn't wake you, did I?

Mm, sounds like him. [He was familiar with Al being... whimsical.]

No problem, and you didn't. [To be honest, he had expected him to make a bit more noise. He underestimated the sneaking power of Canada, evidently.]

[At least he put it in nicer terms. Sometimes Canada was quite conent with saying 'stupid' instead of 'whimsical'.]

I'm glad, then. Along the same lines, I hope that you don't mind I'm, ah, here. [If Canada wanted, he could probably be the perfect ninja. Thankfully he really has no desire to do so.]

...it does seem like a bad time and all.

Oh, no, I don't mind. [It was a very good thing that he had probable ninja powers and the personality he had. The two were probably related, but still. Who would mind someone coming in sneakily and making breakfast, anyway? Especially if they sort of didn't make any noise.]

We did agree on it, so don't feel bad. It's just easy to get used to sleeping in late when there aren't meetings or whatever to get up for, I suppose.

..I hope the kitchen is alright to work with. I don't use it much. [Actually, he hadn't used it at all since he moved into the place, but he didn't want to come off sounding quite that lazy.]

[Looking relieved to hear that, he offered him a light smile for a brief moment. It did make him feel better to hear that.]

That is true. It's a nice feeling to sleep in, too. [He sounded a bit distracted for a moment, but that was gone in an instant as he was shrugging his shoulders once more, offering a shake of his head. It had been a good thing he had thought ahead and brought his own, fresh ingredients.]

It's fine. I'm not going to have to start coming and cooking for you, am I?

Mmm. [He felt silly, but it was nice to sleep in.]

That's good, then.

[Then he puffs out his cheeks indignantly, though not entirely seriously.] I can cook for myself!

[At least Canada wasn't going to scold him for doing so. That would be like the pot calling the kettle black since he had a rather horrible habit of doing it, himself.

Thinking about the statement for a moment, he grinned widely.] Of course you can. Perhaps all you need is some motivation then.

[Saying that he almost sounded like Al. Almost. At least, he could believe they were related.]

Mmm. Still, it seems a rather finicky process.

[Canada's talking to the nation where the national delicacies were and are, to some extent, putrefied shark and lamb's skulls.
..He probably wouldn't be the most motivated cooking student.]

[They did have their moments it would seem. When they did, it could sometimes be rather scary.]

It's not so bad. You first have to find something you enjoy making. From there, it gets easier. [Kraft dinners also counts as 'cooking'. Just as an FYI. But then again, Canada has a certain love of it.]

We have plenty of time to work on that.

[It was, a bit. Ironically, the opposite of Iceland, who was uncannily like his brother but in denial of it. And of being someone's brother in general, but that was a different story.]

Um, if you say so. [Canada certainly did like his pancakes, so Iceland believed it. He was convinced, though, that fancy cooking was just that; Ice's diet was basically microwavable food and boxed licorice.]

..I guess we do.