meaning to see him, but he is not sure of where to find him.

left a message on his machine about being stuck at the office and the number of his office.

hears it and decides to let him be to work.

snores on blissfully unaware.

risks a call after a while, because he is staring at the machine for too long.

wakes with a start, coffee cup almost tipping. He rights the cup, answering the phone with the other. 'Mmm,' he checks out the window, '_

Afternoon'

slowly sits himself down on the couch. "Good evening. Is this Mr. Australia who I am speaking to?"

blinks, and if he'd been more awake he could have played with that some more than this... 'This is him... I'm presuming this is Mr.Canada?'

rubs at his head before laying down on the couch. "Yes. Could I speak to Will, please?"

smiles, 'Sure Matthew...' He rubs his sore neck, sitting back in his seat 'What's up?'

blushes lightly. Despite hearing the message on the machine, it did not hit him that Will is male again. "Nothing...How are you?"

jokes, 'Taller.' He then admits, 'Tired too... how's Molly?'

frowns lightly, "A-ah, I'll hang up now, I'm sorry."

'... I'll call you back, you footed the bill last time.'

sighs. "Alright."

hangs up with a small 'Love you' before going to get some coffee and what not. He calls back after that hoping Canada is not mad.

not mad; he simply does not want Australia to be the one who gets the horrid bill. He answers the phone with a quick 'hello.'

doesn't mind the horrid bill. He sits down at his chair, 'Hey... so where were we?'

still laying down on the couch. "Well, um, Molly is well...she really likes Kumajirou. And he seems to not entirely mind her."

smiles brightly, 'That great. She'll enjoy the company.' He now knows that Molly was not a weird dream but as long as Canada is happy. '_

Bruce is happy to be home...'

turns to his other side, forehead touching the back. "I'm sorry he stayed here for so long."

sits further back in his chair, and loosens his tie. 'I think he enjoyed that too.. I think he just appreciates home more now... how have_

you been?'

. "Oh, I see...I've been okay, really."

looks around, as though someone could be listening before saying, 'I've missed you.'

something tug, legs curling up slightly. "...Oh...I've missed you too. It wasn't too long ago when we met up."

smiles, 'I know... but hearing your voice just made me miss you more is all.' He puts his feet up on his desk, 'And I was a girl then.'

weakly smiles, himself. "I didn't even know you turned back to normal."

'... I sound like a girl?'

"I mean, when I didn't know until you left the message."

blinks, 'Ohh... well my PM dumped a ton of work on me. I didn't want to bring you down with my whining.'

"Ooh...I'm sorry, Will. You need rest is what you need now."

sighs, 'I might need rest but I want to talk to you.. if that's alright.'

curls up more tightly, cheeks dusted with pink. "Okay. That's fine."

tries to think about something to talk about... 'What are you wearing?' he asks, with a deep blush.

blinks at the unusual question. "Pants, shirt, hoodie...You know...like usual."

leave that failed attempt at that then. 'You're at home then?'

moves onto his back. "Yeah. What are you wearing?" He guesses it is only fair to ask.

replies innocently since it was asked in such a way, 'A black suit and green tie. Although I don't have the jacket on anymore.' He feels a_

little silly now.

, "I guess it gets a bit hot wearing all that."

nods, taking a sip of his coffee. 'That's why I have the sleeves rolled up to my elbow.'

"Ah...well...I guess that would make sense."

agrees. He tugs his tie some more more, opening the first button. 'I don't think the heating is helping though.'

straightens out on the couch. "Um...turn on the AC, maybe?"

snorts, 'The Janitors control that...' And they haven't liked him since the silly string incident in the PM's office.

. "Um...then lock your door and take off your shirt?"

hums, 'I'll just put you on speaker phone then.' He presses a button, rushing to lock the door and take off his shirt, tie still on because_

the knot was too tight. 'Do you do this at work?'

not actually believing he is doing that... "Um, no...I usually do not get hot."

took his suggestion seriously. He smirks, going in for a second attempt, 'What if I was in there?'

blushes, "If you were there...I...I...I'd take you to my place."

squirms now that he's caught on... 'What if it was storming out and it was too dangerous to leave?' Because yes, in Will's mind that could_

happen.

draws his legs up. "Then we would have to make sure the door is locked...and then clear off my desk."

blushes, not quite believing Canada is going along with this. 'We'd have to be quiet_

too..' he whispers down the phone, 'Incase someone heard us.'

not quite sure what he is going with. "Y-Yeah."

if he'll be shocked by the next line then. 'So I'll have to kiss you to muffle the gasp as--- as I push you against the recently cleared_

desk, pressed flush against you.' He slides down his chair, face red in embarrassment.

bites his lip, slowly sitting so where he rests his back against the arm of couch. "And I'd grab your arms to bring you close to me..." He

not good at this, really. e_e;

he's doing better than him, he's about to brust from embarassment. Wiggling in his seat he takes a shakey breath, 'I'd hoist you up onto_

the ta-table, never letting my lips leave yours as my hands trace your body.' He pauses to take a breath, the nest part part coming out in_

a rush, 'As though I can't get enough of you and this can o-only but take the edge off.'

*next

's lip wobbles. "Hngh...don't say those things, Will."

panics, sitting up. 'I'm sorry?' He sounds worried, 'Are you okay?'

breathes in, sinking back down into the couch. "I'm fine."

'I'm sorry.'

"Why are you apologising?"

'You told me to stop so I thought I'd done something wrong.'

"You didn't."

ahhs, sinking back into his seat.

"Are you okay?"

'I'm fine.' Nothing a cold shower couldn't fix.

"You...really can't get enough of...me?"

nods, 'Y-yeah.'

"Why not?"

for a while... how to describe it. 'Well it's kind of like how I miss you despite only having seen you a while ago...' He pauses, 'You want_

*'It's not just se-sexually. I can't know enough about you and I can't seem to make you smile enough.'

turns onto his side again, phone resting on the couch. His blush fails to go away. "O-Oh."

smiles, 'It sounds like you're blushing.'

replies, sheepishly, "Am not..."

grins, 'You are~'

"Am not."

hums, 'You were earlier.'

"Was not."

... 'If you say so.' He sounds as though he doesn't believe the other.

"Would you say that while we are kissing and I'm unbuttoning your shirt?"

blinks, brain taking a while to catch up. 'Whisper that I can never get enough of you against your lips?'

groans. "I want to see you."

blushes at the sound, chin on his chest as his free hand settles on his stomach, 'I want to see you too... I want to be able to touch you_

aswell... feel your pulse underneath my fingertips.'

sits up. "I'm coming to see you."

blinks, 'O-okay?' He wavers, 'I'll get you at the airport?' He'll think of something special to do, 'Make sure you get the neighbours to_

feed Molly while you're away!'

gets up, "I wasn't going to forget that. I'll see you in a few hours."

it's easy enough to forget if you're not used to having animals that can get food for themselves. '...I love you.'

that is why it is so easy to remember right now, actually. "....I know. I love you, too," he says before hanging up.

runs a hand through his hair before getting dressed again. Now he needed to find something to do. Deciding was easy enough... now all he_

needed to do was go have a shower, change and pick up Matthew.