Who?

I swear it was someone's birthday today. I just... forget who.

Maybe it's that stranger's birthday. I'll go check.

I walk up the stairs of this odd home. At least it smells good. I hear some sounds so I perk up my ears. It sounds like stranger, but I've never heard that guy sound like this. This makes me a tad frantic to know that the odd person who watches after me is making weird noises. I get a funny feeling in my little fuzzy tummy when I hear the voice more and more clearer. I don't want this guy to make these noises, they're not nice. My stubbly, furry tail goes between my legs as I think of some of the things that stranger is doing.

I begin to run a bit faster.

I wish I knew where I was at. At least then I would know my way through this warm house. There's a lot of leaves that looks like the one's on the trees outside. Except they're all red. Weird. I walk up another flight of stairs and the hated sounds begin to fade. This lightens up my attitude, yes. But that means I'm getting farther away from the stranger. My belly still aches when I hear the sounds, whether obscure or not. It's still there. I turn around and walk down the flight of stairs. This is troublesome for someone to do on four legs.

I raise my nose into the air and the nice scent gets stronger.

Stranger always smells like this! He must be close! I jog towards the source of this sweet smell, it leads me to the kitchen. Dammit, I went the wrong way again. Why must this house be so big? Stupid stranger. I get on two feet and stick my wet, black nose into the air. I've picked up another scent- this one smells like sugar and leather. I seriously hope this one is that guy whose name escapes me. May he be damned if it isn't. I get tired of running so I decide to walk. No use using up my energy, especially if I'm going the wrong way. Again. Oh, oh! But what's that smell. I take one long wiff and immediately know what it is! Fish, Fish, Fish!! Is all that runs through my mind as I race to the wonderful item~

I run right into a pair of long legs.

I look up to see that stranger I was looking for. His eye's look unusually watery... Whatever. I get on two and pat his stomach, a signal I use to say I'm hungry. He smiles at me. I don't like it. It's not a happy smile that he usually gives me. It's a fake smile and I don't like fake things. Especially fish, one time I ate this plasti-- FISH!! I almost forgot! He walks to the counter and I follow the man. Another weird feeling is in my stomach. I must've eaten something real bad yesterday. Maybe it was the pancakes that I stole from stranger. Note to self: Don't steal things. Edit note: Don't -eat- stolen things. There we go. I sit on my bottom and wait silently for mystery master to prepare my fish. My tail begins to wag when he sets the dead fish onto my plate. Stranger was so nice he even put my name on my plate. I wonder what day's today. I look towards the calendar: Wednesday, July 1, 2009. Something's oddly familiar about that day- and that writing on the box for today doesn't help. I lean against the guy's leg, he's really warm.

I see his face, I feel cold again.

Why does he got to go frowning all the time?! And right when I was about to have some food! "Damn you, stranger." I let it slip. I put on a pout and cross my furry arms. I don't deserve to be treated like this. And now he's getting me wet!! What the Hell?!! I glare up at stranger and immediately all my angry feelings disapear like snow under my feet. How is this stranger able to make water come out of his eyes? I wanna' try. I put on the same face as his, which is a frown and his eyebrows are slanted down. I open my mouth slightly to mirror his and I copy all his actions. That means I'm rubbing my coal black eyes with my arm and I make a few weird sounds. Not working. But mister stranger did kneel down by me and started asking a lot of questions. A few droplets of water sometimes making it out of his eyes. Stranger is so cool sometimes.

"Are you ohkay, Kumajiro? Why were you crying?"

If crying was what you were doing then what the heck are you talking about? I wasn't crying cause that's only what talented and cool kids like you do. Now let go of my face or I'm gonna start copying you again. Like now. Quit it! Fine. I place my paws on your face and start talking gibberish. Oohh, what now? You got served. That reminds me. I take off one of my soft paws and place it on your tummy. Your expression changes, you get what I mean, right? You stand up, thank you master. You sit down on the tile floor next to me and place the plate on your lap. I don't know why you do but, whatever. I eat my fish, it's salmon, my favourite- thank you, stranger. Your face looks funny again. There's no emotion. Not that cool one, not that shiver-y one that I usually see you with, not that happy one. That one's my favourite. I pat your face lightly and you turn to face me, your face changes and I see you smile again. Good job, stranger. Its a real smile. I sure am thinking about you a lot today, huh, master? I rest my head on your legs and you pet my back. You're really good at this sort of stuff, good job, master.

"Good job, Canada."

I don't know what a Canada is but at least your body gets warmer. I'm gonna make up a meaning for Canada right now, 'kay, stranger? It means... good job. I think that's a good idea. Yeah, Canada means good job. So, Canada, master. Canada. Oh. I get up on my hind and front legs, you stare at me silently. I walk out of the room quietly. Don't worry, stranger, I just gotta' go fetch something. I come back with France, the guy who likes to grope you, Cuba, the ice-cream man, and America, I don't know why. I also bring England, cause he's funny when he's drunk. You're beaming brightly and your smile grows wider. You all begin talking, I don't know what about. I sorta' feel left out. Did I do something wrong, stranger? I'm sorry, stranger. I walk to a corner and face the wall, this is what people do when they get in trouble right? I feel hands on my waist. I look up to see you. What are you doing stranger, I thought I was bad. You then wrap me up in your arms, is this a punishment? I don't think so, this is too comfortable to be a punishment. Nevermind. Everyone's smiling and everyone's hugging you. You're hugging me right now, right? People are giving you stuff too. Are they giving you fish? I would be so happy if someone gave me a bunch of colourful boxes full of fish.

"Thank you, Kumajiro." You whisper in my ear. I smile.

"You're welcome." I snuggle into his soft shirt and we continue the festivities through-out the day. Canada, master. Canada, indeed.