Okay so, this fic is gonna be pretty much a oneshot for each province and territory. So thats like 13 chapters. Maybe 14 if I decide to do Newfoundland and Labrador separately. BC fisrt!

I dont own hetalia but I do own my Vancouver Island and BC OC'S

British Columbia- Trees, rain, wind and my brother.

Seriously, there is nothing I love more then my trees. How the leaves tickle my finger tips, how the wind rushes through them to make the most beautiful of songs. And you know how the branches sometimes hook onto your clothes? To me that's like they're trying to tell you not leave them. Im not greedy with them either. I share my trees with everyone out there. After all, wood is my biggest export. I visit my forests often too. In fact I'm doing that right now. Care to join me?

"Sure is an amazing day!" I cant help but laugh! Look at the sky, white puffs of cloud are seen but still its sunny. Hard to believe right? Sunny on the rainy wet coast. I look around and sigh. Hardly anyone here. Such a shame. My residents have the most gorgeous of forests and they aren't even out here to enjoy it! Well maybe its just the cold Autumn air forcing everyone into their warm houses. Yeah that's it! Oh well, I continue walking. ...Wait whats that? I know I've seen it before! In front of me is a large cedar tree. Orange leaves barley hanging on to the branch and old broken up bark. It looks so different..yet the same. I know I've seen it before...I know I have. I don't think going in circles and I'm sure of that as soon as I touch the tree. The memories come flooding back.

"Rain, rain! Stay today leave again some other day!" Sang a tiny six year old craning his neck to see the grey sky.

"What are you talking about Victor? No one want rain. Its cold and gets you all soaking wet!" Laughed a boy who looked like a nine year old version of Victor.

The six year old huffed.

"Whitney! Everyone and thing needs rain!" The little boy ran over to a cedar tree, no taller than he was "Without rain this tree would never grow up to be BIG!" He stretched his hands up high to emphasis his point. Whitney laughed.

"Let me show you something little bro," He pulled out a pocket knife "Im going to carve something in this tree. One day you'll come back here-"

"We'll come back!" Victor corrected. Whitney said nothing but gave a sad smile.

"So one day you'll come back here and look for the carving. If you see it you win. If you dont I win. Deal?"

"...Okay." Victor nodded. He wasnt exactly sure what he'd win but he trusted his brother.

Whitney jabbed knife into the now cracking bark and started to carve. The younger of the two jumped and tippytoed to try to peek at the others carving.

"Let me see!" He whined.

"No Vic, its a secret." Whitney sighed and coverd his work with his arms. Victor knew there would be no way to see what Whitney was doing so he let it be and started up a conversation with a nearby squirll up a tree. By the time Whitney finished Victor was still talking to the squrial. Execpt it the creature had now climbed on to the other boys arm. Whitney gave a small smile. Oh brother, he thought, Your just magical arent you? He grabbed Victors arm anyway and dragged him along home. Victor struggled a bit and said

"But Whit! I wanna see the surprise!" Whitney stopped.

"Thats the prize Vic. If you win you'll see the prize." His little brothers face lit up.

"I like that prize!"

"Me too, Vic. Me too."

I snapped out of my memories. Wait! The message still must be here! I felt all around the tree and almost gave up until I found a crevice at the back of the tree. I had to crouch down but I read the message. Finally. I read it.

I'll miss you bro

-VI

I could feel the tears come to my eyes. VI stands for Vancouver island..Whitney or Vancouver island died a few days after the carving incident. Died meaning he became part of me his little brother Victor or British Columbia. I was now sobbing. Who cares? I'm not afraid to cry. And even if I was there's no one here. Just me and my dead brothers memories. Whitney was smart so he knew I would come back here and find the prize. I didn't know he was dieing then. He told me he knew the last night he was with me. I looked into the sky with tears still streaming down my face.

"I miss you too Whitney." I chocked out. Just then it started to rain. Right after that a gust of wind flew through the trees. The wind a trees played a song for me.

"Rain, rain. Stay today," I sang along "Leave again some other day..."

I have no idea if the carving thing actually works. xD I think it would...

YEAH...I really love how this turned out. 3

And If anyone cares this is how 6 yr old BC and 9 yr VI look like: h t t p:/ pic.c om/33 z g Remove spaces.

I plan on doing geographical order so~

ALBERTA NEXT!