The Canadian Connection

Ch. 4 Checking Out

Recap.

"Well, it's about the case." Tino began, watching as Matthew instantly tensed at the mention of what was attached to his wrist, and the people who wanted to saw however much of his arm off that was necessary to get their hands on it.

"Ok... I'm listening." Tino took a deep breath and began to explain to the Canadian exactly what it was and what it was for, Matthew growing steadily paler as the minutes rolled on.

"... and so we need to get to Berlin. Ludwig will be able to remove the case according to Feliks." Tino finished with a deep exhale as though the explanation had exhausted him to the same point as running in a marathon. Tino looked at Matthew, whose face was blank and rather pale. "Matthew, are you alright?" Tino worriedly asked, waving a palm in front of the other blonds' face in the hopes of garnering a reaction.

Matthew blinked and looked to Tino somewhat distantly. "Um, yeah. I guess. Could you excuse me for a second." Matthew answered, getting up from the bed and walking calmly into the rooms adjoining bathroom. Tino watched him go with a slight smile, widening a bit more when the room door opened and Berwald stepped in with a glass of what appeared to be soda judging by the occasional bubble drifting from it.

"T-thank you, Berwald." Tino took the glass from the Swedish man's hand and held it closely as Berwald stared down at him.

"Y'r welcome." The Swede answered before glancing at the snoring Korean. "Where did Mat'ew go?" He asked Tino stoically. Tino, somewhat nervously, patted the taller man's shoulder reassuringly though it was a bit of a reach for him to do so.

"I just finished explaining the situation and he went to the bathroom. He seemed to have taken it pretty well." Tino told his partner with a somewhat confident tone as he set the glass down on the bedside table.

"Aauuuuuuuuugh!" Tino started at the loud screech from the bathroom, his glass of pop shattering into several shards and even Berwald jumped slightly at the wail before slowly looking over his shoulder at the bathroom, then turning his head back to regard Tino. Yong-soo remained where he was but snored slightly louder during the exclamation.

"... 'kay." Berwald told his blond companion after a moment, Tino flushing slightly in embarrassment. Matthew exited the bathroom looking extremely calm. Both Berwald and Tino watched expectantly as the blond man advanced to the bed Yong-soo was resting on before falling face down onto the mattress. After a minute or so of staring at his motionless body, Tino poked his shoulder in the hopes of eliciting some sort of reaction which, aside from a snort from the where the face met the sheets was not forthcoming.

"We should probably roll him over so that he doesn't suffocate."

"Hn." Berwald walked over to the blond and casually flipped him over onto his back, said Canadian groaned slightly and rolled onto his side facing away from Yong-soo but otherwise did nothing. Tino watched him for a moment and sighed, looking up to Berwald with a depressed look.

"It looks like he's new at this if even involved at all. I guess they figured nobody would know what he looked like so it would be easier for him to smuggle it."

"M'kes sens'." Tino sighed again as another thing occurred to him. The Korean and Canadian, the former having rolled onto his stomach while his arm draped over the latter's shoulder, had taken his bed.

"Oh dear, they're on my bed." Tino complained softly. "Now where am I going to sleep?" Berwald straightened at that and, after removing his blue coat, shirt and pants leaving him with only a pair of boxers emblazoned with the Swedish flag on his form he grabbed a sheet off his bed and pointed at it.

"Y'u can have m' bed." Tino's eyes widened but before he could protest the Swede had already laid down on the floor with the extremely thin sheet covering him.