Canada finally got international aid for the fires. And you know who it was from?
Russia.
Yeah.
Betcha feel pretty bad about your country doing nothing while RUSSIA of all places is helping out.
Bye hoes.

I've been misinformed. Apparently we refused help because we could handle it on our own. Who's independent now, America?! 

"For gods sake, Gilbert. We just got Francis happy again and then you start." Antonio groaned.
"It's not like you're zhe 'appiest one of us." Francis threw back. He had noticed Antonio's mood swings too, huh?
"Lovi didn't come to his little party."
"Shuttup."
"Gilly, what's got you down?" Francis crawled on top of Gilbert, poking his cheek.
"Stop."
"Come on! Tell us!"
"I fucked up vizh Mattie."
"And I told you not to go after 'im because 'e 'as a boyfriend."
"Not anymore."
"Okay, so what 'appened?"
Gilbert carefully pushed Francis off and sat up.
"Franny, how did Matthew end up in zhe chair?"
Francis looked down at his hands. "Zhat's not a story for me to tell."
"Is it zhat bad? He got kinda quiet vhen I asked about it."
"It's bad. But you shouldn't worry about it. 'E will tell you when you're worzhy."
Gilbert nodded softly.
"In zhe meantime, let's plan a camping trip. Zhere's nozhing zhat says 'amour' like zhe wilderness."
"There's nothing that says 'love' like getting eaten alive by bugs." Antonio growled.
"I only 'ave zhree tents and I'm inviting Lovino."
"I'll pack my things." The Spaniard jumped up and ran off.
"What about you, Gilbert?"
"I zhink I'm going to go for a valk."
"'Ave fun." Francis said, with the obvious knowledge of Gil's true motive.
The albino got up and exited the house, walking up the bath to the giant mansion where Matthew was staying.
Unlike last time, Gil was allowed in instantly. He ran to Matthew's room and opened the door.
The blonde's chair was folded and leaning against the edge of the bed which was messier than it had been before. Gil could tell that he had been tossing and turning all night, scattering his stuffed animals all over. He had headphones in, playing some thique rap beat loud enough for Gilbert to hear when he got close enough. The German reached forward to brush hair out of the boy's eyes but was interrupted when something sharp clamped around his arm.
"Schieße! Vhat zhe actual fuck?!" He screeched.
That stuffed bear...
It was alive!!!!!
As the white fluffy floofle floof scratched and bit Gilbert on the floor, Matthew sat up, noticing the scene.
"What are you doing here?"
"Jour mom let me in. Can jou maybe get zhis zhing off me?!"
"Kuma! Fuck the fuck off."
The bear stopped scratching and crawled under the bed. Gilbert sat on top, nursing the scrapes on his face.
"So...why are you here?"
"I vanted to make sure jou vere doing okay."
Matthew nodded. "I am. Thanks for worrying."
"Mattie, I'm sorry for getting all personal last night."
"It's fine. I just needed some time to myself."
Gilbert nodded, not having much else to say. The two boys fell into a tense silence.
"So..."
"So....vant to come camping vizh me and zhe gang zhis veekend?"
"I can't go...the woods aren't exactly wheelchair accessible..."
"If jou could valk, vould jou?"
"Of course. I love camping." Matthew looked away in reminiscence.
"Vould jou come if I carried jou?"
"Huh?"
"On mein back."
"You would carry me everywhere I needed to be just so I could go camping with you?"
"Ja. Jou look like jou really miss it."
"I do..."
"So vhat do jou say?"
"Yes. Thank you, Gil. This means a lot."
"No problem." Gilbert welcomed Matthew into a tight hug that he never wanted to let go of, knowing very well that there would never be another person in the world he would love more than the one he had right here.

Lmao I wanna bring Sey into this but I don't know where ;~;