Your eyes widened in shock and you jumped up in surprise, gasping when you rolled over and fell off the bed and onto the floor face-down. You let out a moan as pain spread through your jaw, and you slowly closed your eyes. A few seconds of silence passed before you opened your eyes and let out a grunt as you sat up into a sitting position through trembling arms.
Slowly, you crawled over to the bed and placed your hand on the edge, slowly lifting yourself just enough so that you were able to see the creature sitting on your bed, still casually washing its fur despite the occurrence of you suddenly falling off the bed.
You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest as you continued to stare at what was sitting on your bed. You breathing was quick and ragged, and you dared not to make a sound for fear that the thing would've sprang out at you and scratched you in one swift blow.
The first thought you had in your mind at the sight of a living polar bear sitting on your bed was to beat it with something. But you had no usable weapons in your room, so there was no way to get the bear unconscious. The second thought you had in your mind was how on earth the bear even managed to get into your room.
Is another ice age happening already?! you thought with a panic. No, you instantly crossed that thought out. Ice ages don't happen overnight. You narrowed your eyes as you continued to stare at the bear as it washed its paw, eyes closed in contentment. You let out a tiny gasp as soon as you realized that it was Matthew's bear. Holy crap, his bear's alive! Was it alive this whole time without you being aware of it? How did it survive being put in the washing machine? And if it wasn't alive before, how did it come to life now?!
"Ma…ma?" a tiny voice asked from your bed, and you instantly shifted your gaze to meet Matthew, who was rubbing sleep from his eyes as he propped himself up with his elbow.
You gave him a nervous smile. "Oh…g-good morning, Mattie!"
Matthew removed his hand from his eyes and looked at you confusingly. "Mama, why are you on the floor?"
You let out a nervous chuckle. "I-I fell. You don't have to worry. I'm fine." Slowly, trying to keep as far away from the bear as possible, you climbed back up in bed, covering your mouth with your hand as you let out a tiny yawn.
Matthew slowly nodded before his gaze drifted to the bear. His eyes widened in surprise, and his gaze instantly filled with excitement. "My bear!" he squeaked as he crawled over to the polar bear and instantly buried his face in it, causing it to stop washing itself and look down at him in confusion.
"Matthew, get away from that thing!" you hissed, extending a hand towards him. "You don't know what it might do to you!"
Matthew lifted his head from the bear and looked at you. "But Mama, it's alive."
"I know that," you growled. "That's why you have to get away from it before it hurts you."
The bear shifted in place before it moved its gaze from Matthew to you, instantly making your heart rate increase. But instead of attacking or making some other kind of movement, it only moved its gaze back to Matthew. "Who are you?"
Matthew let out a gasp in excitement when, at the same time, you let out a shriek in surprise before you toppled over the bed, hitting the back of your head on the floor. You closed your eyes and let out a low moan as you felt the world spin around you, and you shakily lifted a hand and rubbed the back of your throbbing head.
Matthew didn't even pay attention to the fact that you once again fell off the bed, and instead said, "It can talk! Mama, my bear can talk!"
It can talk? How the hell can it talk?! You let out another moan before you propped yourself up on both elbows and shakily got to your feet, resting both hands against the edge of the bed for support. You took deep, long breaths, your eyes still wide in shock as you stared at the supernatural bear. "H-How can it talk…?" you asked wearily.
Matthew looked at you, his eyes sparkling in excitement. "I don't know, but it's so cool!"
"C-Cool…?" you echoed as you stared at the bear, at Matthew, then back at the bear. "How can you say that this is cool when we have a polar bear in the house?"
The bear drifted its gaze to you before it asked again, "Who are you?" Its voice was slightly high-pitched, a little squeaky. A voice that you admitted you were never expecting out of a talking polar bear.
You took a deep breath and attempted to straighten your wrinkled clothes. "I'm _____," you said before you sat back on the bed and patted Matthew's head. "And this is Matthew."
The bear looked at you, and what seemed to be a look of understanding came across its face. It was hard to tell, since its eyes were like little black beads and its expression was more or less unreadable. As it drifted its gaze back to Matthew, it once again asked, "Who are you?"
You groaned before you pulled Matthew away from the bear and onto your lap despite his protests. "Matthew. This is Matthew. Get it in your little polar bear head. Now if you don't mind my asking, what are you doing here, and how can you talk?"
The polar bear licked its paw and rubbed it across its head before it answered, "I don't know how I got here. When I opened my eyes, I was already here." It gave a simple shrug of its shoulders before it went back to washing itself.
You slowly leaned forward and placed one hand on the bed, inching a little closer to the bear. "H-How can you talk?"
The bear removed its paw from its mouth before it shrugged once again. "I don't know. When I opened my eyes, I could talk."
"Heh…" you muttered, watching as the bear resumed washing itself. If it was going to give you vague answers, then fine.
You felt Matthew squirm in your arms. "Oh, oh! Mama, can we name him? Please, can we?"
You looked down at him as a look of surprise came across your face. "Name it? B-But why?"
He looked up at you, excitement sparkling in his eyes, once again making your heart melt. "Because if it can talk and if it's alive, it deserves a name just like all of us!"
You had to admit that Matthew did have a point. You let out a sigh in defeat. "Okay, Mattie. What do you think we should name him?"
Matthew squirmed out of your arms before he crawled over to the bear and wrapped his arms around it. "I think we should name it Mr. Kimi…Kuma…" He frowned as he removed his hands from the bear and lifted his gaze up to the ceiling in thought.
"What about Mr. Kumajiro?" you suggested as you looked at Matthew before you drifted your gaze uncertainly back to the bear.
Matthew's gaze brightened before he dropped it back down to the bear. "Yeah!" he said in excitement before he once again threw his arms on top of it and pulled it close to him. "I'll name him Mr. Kumakichi!"
You chuckled before you crawled over to Matthew and the bear and began stroking the little boy's hair. "No, Mattie. It's Mr. Kumajiro. Ku-ma-ji-ro."
Matthew looked up at you as a serious look crossed his face. "That's what I said, Mama. Mr. Kumakiku."
You smiled in amusement, figuring that Matthew still needed a while to get used to saying Mr. Kumajiro's name properly. You once again shifted your gaze uncertainly to the bear. Slowly, you extended a hand out towards it and lightly stroked the bear's soft fur before instantly snatching your hand back.
Matthew giggled before he buried his face in the bear's fur. "Don't worry, Mama," he said, his voice muffled through the fur. "Mr. Kumajimo's not going to hurt you."
You nodded slowly before you once again drifted your gaze back to Mr. Kumajiro, who by now had fallen asleep. You once again extended a hand towards him until you were able to brush his soft fur. You paused, waiting a few seconds for any reactions. When all was silent, you resumed stroking his fur, your hand trembling less than it had when you first touched him.
Hey, his fur's softer than I thought…You smiled as you closed your eyes, feeling the fluffiness of the bear's fur under your fingertips. Suddenly, a thought came to mind that instantly made you let out a gasp and your eyes widen in shock as you drew your hand away from Mr. Kumajiro's fur.
"Mama, what's wrong?" Matthew asked as he lifted his head from the bear to look up at you, his eyes sparkling with worry.
You bit your lip before you rand both hands through your hair. "Crap…" you muttered so quietly that Matthew wasn't able to hear. More loudly, you said, "Mattie, I have two things that I now have to take care of— you and Mr. Kumajiro over here. How am I supposed to know how to take care of an actual polar bear?"
"I can help you take care of Mr. Kumamitchi, Mama," Matthew said as he continued to look at you. "I can help you clean and wash his fur, feed him, send him to sleep…"
You moaned before you lifted your gaze to look at the calm, sleeping bear. "Okay. Okay. Let's take this one step at a time. Polar bears eat some kind of fish, right?" When Matthew nodded, you continued. "The grocery store a few blocks away carries tuna, I believe. Let's try feeding Mr. Kumajiro some tuna and see what happens. Okay, Mattie?"
"Okay, Mama," Matthew replied before he buried his face in the polar bear's fur once again. You realized this meant that you had to make another trip to the grocery store.
"Now, Mattie," you said as you climbed out of bed and headed towards the door, "I'm going to go a few blocks down to the store to get some tuna for Mr. Kumajiro. I can trust you not to run off anywhere. You'll be a good boy and stay right where you are until I get back, okay?"
"Yes, Mama," was the reply, and after you took a shower, brushed your teeth, prepared breakfast for you and Matthew, and put on your clothes, you hurried out the door. You tried to let this trip to the store take up the least amount of time as possible so Matthew wouldn't have to be alone in the house with the bear for long.
By the time you returned home, you had bought five cans of tuna. Normally, to satisfy a polar bear, you would've bought at least twenty, maybe more. But you didn't know whether or not he was going to like the tuna, so you made sure not to spend too much.
When you arrived in the bedroom, you felt your heart melt and you smiled as you saw Matthew sleeping on Mr. Kumajiro, his tiny hands grasping the bear's fluffy fur. You quietly approached the two before you gently nudged Mr. Kumajiro, causing him to open his eyes and lift his head to look at you.
"Are you _____?" he asked before he slowly sat up in bed and began washing his fur, causing Matthew to slide off of him and onto the bed sheets, still asleep.
You smiled and nodded. "That's right."
"I'm hungry," Mr. Kumajiro said before he removed his paw from his face and looked at you expectantly.
You smiled before you opened the can of tuna and directed it towards him. "Well, good news, Mr. Kumajiro. I brought you some tuna. Try it and see if you like it."
You held out the can of tuna as the polar bear ate, finishing the whole thing in a matter of seconds. As soon as it was empty, he lifted his head to look up at you and licked his lips. "Do you have any more?"
You took that as a good sign and opened up the next can of tuna, watching in amusement as Mr. Kumajiro hastily ate, once again finishing the can in only a matter of seconds. Since he was much smaller than the average polar bear, he was able to eat a lot less than you expected. He declared that he was full by the time he ate the fourth can of tuna.
Right about then, you heard the phone ring from the living room, causing you to let out a groan as you set the empty cans of tuna down on your dresser and walked out of the room, down the hall, and into the living room. When you arrived, the phone was still ringing, so you hastily picked it up and pressed it to your ear.
"Hello?" you asked, your voice slightly weary with exhaustion.
"Good to hear that you picked up, _____." It was England. God, why was he always calling you?
You let out a sigh in exasperation. "What do you want? Are you calling me to inform me about another meeting?"
"Yes, to make sure that you are aware of your job as a country," England replied simply, causing you to growl.
"I do not need to be reminded of what I already know I have to do!" you said loudly. "I can look after myself, you know!"
England chuckled. "Well, if you can look after yourself, you would've showed up to the previous meetings instead of making up excuses to skip them."
You groaned when you realized that there was no possible comeback for you to make. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to ask, "Hey England, how would you react if I brought a talking polar bear to a meeting?"
A few more moments passed before he sighed. "_____, I believed you about Matthew, but this is just nonsense. There is no possible way for a polar bear to talk, let alone find the opportunity and time to bring it to a meeting."
You smirked. "Oh, really? Well, we'll see about that…"