All stories start with "once upon a time", don't they? But I don't like that. That saying implies that they are over but often they aren't, not the ones I have anyway. To bad no one wanted to hear my stories, no one payed attention to me, but that's ok. I'd gotten used to it, enjoyed it. No one noticed me so I have dirt on the lot of em. Alfred, Arthur, Gilbert, Elizaveta, and... Francis... Yeah let's start with him. I know things he wants kept locked away, far away, but he pissed me off so I'll let you in on his little secrets like how he's a bottle blonde and had me go to get to dye from the drug store, or how every century or so he'll start wearing dresses in an attempt to make them men's fashion again always with failing results, or... Or how bout the fact that he's still in love with Arthur? Did you know that? No? Ha! Neither did I! But oh what a mistake that secret was. Despite all his forever love bullshit he left me to the dogs. So... I mean I guess for this story "once upon a time" will play a part. The story of how the country of love painted my heart black. So... Once upon a time...
I... Was late. So late! They probably called roll by now, realized I was missing, and... And what dumb ass? No one remembers you.
I'm not what most would call "optimistic" or "self preserving". Other people don't give me a break so why should I give myself one? We'll see that's pessimism for you. Looking at the general negative instead of the minor positive. There was one positive I could focus on though, being that France is going to be at the meeting. We can't do so much alone while we're there but with luck maybe we can... Ya know I'm gunna keep this Pg.
Damn how long have I been running? I probably look like shit. Whatever as long as I'm there, right? Oh! Oh thank god! The building! Yes!
So the elevator was broken no big deal. I can handle 5 flights.
I cannot handle five flights. Who's the smart ass body builder who thought stairs would be a good idea?
I burst into the conference room to find seven very confused faces starring at me.
"Sorry I'm late! The elevator was broken and I couldn't catch a cab."
They just continued starring at me. It was a little unnerving to be honest. That is until America, my brother spoke up.
"Uh... Who are you?"
Of course. Why'd I ever expect any different? "I-I'm Canada." The whole room was flustered with recognition.
"Whoa! Canada! Bro! I didn't even recognize Ya! New haircut?" Rolling my eyes at his blatant attempt to cover up his stupidity I took my seat next to France.
The meeting was long, strenuous, unsuccessful, and frequently interrupted my the lovely blonde to my right. Why he and England couldn't just sit there and listen is beyond me. They both took everything so personally. Like every time one insulted the other it was a direct jab at their pride, which both parties felt they had to protect with their lives. I don't know why Francis even cares what that guy thinks. I like him and that's really all that matters right?
The meeting finally ended around four with out my being able to participate once. But that's normal. My policies are rather close to America's so it doesn't cause too many problems. But I still couldn't help but feel a little irked at my exclusion.
Packing up my papers I exited the conference hall and was greeted by an glorious functioning elevator! The first good thing to happen today.
As the doors were closing I heard someone yell my name. I stopped them just in time for Francis to come jogging up.
"Oh Mathieu I'm glad I caught you! I wanted to ask if you'd be so kind as to accompany me to dinner. It's been so long since we talked at you were especially quiet during that infernal meeting."
Smiling I replied that i'd love to go with him. That's two good things. They say things come in threes. Let's hope the universe is on my side.
I wanted to write a demonic/snapped Canada story so here it is. I'm sorry for any tipos...