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It was just another grand day at the world meeting.
Countries gathered, discussed economics, politics, and all the other boring stuff, aiming for globalized peace.
At least that was what it was until Alfred Fucktard Jones, a.k.a. America, decided to show up late with his mouth full of burger and fries. Of course, a certain scone-lover decided to scold him loudly and Mr. Burgers yelled back. From then on it was chaos, since every other damn country in the room decided to join in the squabble.
Canada let out a soft sigh, patting his polar bear's head, who was sitting snugly in his lap. As usual, nobody noticed him. As usual, nobody bothered to let him in on what was going on exactly. And as usual, Germany dealt with things and everyone quieted down… for a few minutes. It just got noisy again after that.
Matthew rose from his seat, placing Kumajiro on the floor and tucking his folder full of absent-minded doodles of moose and beavers under his arm before heading out the door. Of course, no one noticed him that time either. Not even his neighbour America, or the two father-like figures who had fought over him so long ago. Even with all that fighting back when he was New France, he had liked the attention and was grateful for it; now he was invisible to all of them.
It wasn't like his provinces were waiting for him at home with bright faces and maple syrup or anything. It was quite the opposite, with Quebec breaking down his door every few days, demanding for independence, and British Columbia stinking the place up with weed. Although he did like to smoke every once in a while.
Anyhow, Canada made his way out of the large building where the meeting was taking place, in British land. He first headed to the hotel he had booked for a few days and decided to stop by a coffee shop when a bright blue gaze caught his eye. Matthew froze in place, glancing behind him at the walking Kumajiro - who knew that polar bears could walk like that- and quickly looked around him. His own lavender purple gaze rested on the blue that had been following him for a while, and he simply stared.
Recognizing her as Amelia Jones, Alfred's twin sister, he slowly raised his hand and gave a little wave, along with a soft Canadian smile. She waved back and went into the building. She must have been waiting for her brother to come out… and maybe pull a few tricks on England. Poor Arthur.
As she left, he couldn't help but stare after her until Kumajiro sharply kicked him in the shin, making his owner let out a sharp yelp. Amelia was one of the very few who actually noticed Canada and acknowledged him. It was mostly for her that Matthew kept going to America's rescue when he needed it, as thanks for not treating him like a mere shadow. It was a wonder how Alfred's twin was so different from him in that way.
Matthew plopped down face-first on his bed once he was behind locked doors of the hotel, letting out a long agonized groan. His head throbbed from all of the racket and all he wanted was a nap. He glanced over at his phone and checked his texts to see that Quebec had sent him almost a hundred of them, all full of Canadian-French and some rash curses about letting her be free. Not like he would let her leave like that of course. With that, Canada snuggled into the pillows and fell asleep just like that, Kumajiro curled up on top of him.
A few hours later, at around twelve in the morning, Matthew was shaken awake by the loud ringing of his national anthem in his ear. Kumajiro was pressing his iPhone to his face. He let out a low grumble and rolled over onto his back, snatching the device from the polar bear's paws and holding it up to his ear.
It was America.
"Hey, Matthew! What's up?" Came the voice that the Canadian had started labeling annoying decades ago. To think that he was actually willing to give away his resources freely to the States at one point.
"You woke me up from a good nap… what is it, Alfred?" groaned Matthew.
"Well, there's a party at Artie's place and I am now inviting you to come! Don't worry, there aren't any spiked drinks this time." There were sure to be drugged drinks.
"Why do I not believe you… I'm not going. Good bye-"
"Too bad! I'm at your window!"
"Wait, what."
"And I'm breaking in!"
Before Matthew could try to hide behind his bed or warn the other not to do something so risky, a loud crash sounded and his look-alike tumbled in through the window before dusting the bits of glass off of his might jacket and messy hair. The American straightened up and gave the Canadian, whose complexion paled, a big grin. Grabbing his arm, Alfred slung Matthew over his shoulder like he weighed nothing and let out a big shout.
"Let's goooooooooooooooo!" And he kicked open the door this time and ran off.
Canada was kidnapped.
Natalia slowly shifted closer and closer to Russia's side of the worn seats of the cab they were in. In turn, Ivan Braginsky leaned away. He tilted so far that his cheek almost pressed against the cold glass. He would have earned a sharp glare from the driver in front of him, if only he hadn't nearly scared the crap out of the man by kolkolkol-ing when he got on. Ukraine didn't pay any attention to her younger brother's agony, looking out her window to the busy streets outside.
Belarus sighed and gently lowered her head until it rested on her brother's arm, her gloved hands clasping one of his. A faint blush lit her cheeks as she pressed even closer to the poor Russian. Moments like this were what she lived for. It was a rare occasion to go to a party the annoying America set up and to sit right next to a small taxi like this with her brother, even though her sister was right there as well.
In all honesty, the Belarusian didn't expect her brother to go upon hearing from Lithuania about the party. Little did she know was that the real reason Russia was so excited to attend the party was because of a rumour that Yao strips when he is drunk.
He was excited.
Natalia could tell by the tears brimming his wonderful purple orbs that he disliked the affection she currently was showing for him, but that would change soon… right?
Now putting most of her upper body weight on her brother's arm, she glanced down at the watch on her wrist, decorated with fragile looking thin silver to see that it was now midnight.
Soon, they arrived at England's house and Natalia clung to Ivan tightly, making him drag her all the way to the door. As soon as they stepped inside, loud music blasted in their ears, neon lights flashing everywhere.
The younger sister's eyes widened and her grip laxed on her brother's arm. Wrong move.
Using this chance, the Russian pushed the other away before disappearing into the crowd of nations. Losing her balance, Natalia fell back into a table with a bowl as big as a tire full of spiked punch.
Crash.
The bowl fell right on her head, the liquid spilling everywhere and even down her shirt. That just felt wrong. She had also tried to grab onto something to avoid falling, accidentally, shoving some plastic cups off the table as well.
With a groan, she pulled her dripping hair back and glared at the nations around her who all quickly moved back in fear of being stabbed in the butt by the angered Belarusian.
Of course, being a still sober gentleman, England stepped forward with some napkins to help her, but jumped back, startled by a certain American's voice.
"THE HERO IS HERE!" Alfred bellowed, standing at the wide open door, a certain Canadian on his shoulder. "And he brought the maaaaple maaaasteeeeeeeeeeeeeer!"
Holding onto Matthew by the ankles, he began to slowly spin on the spot, going faster and faster until Canada became a red blur.
"Oh dear," muttered Arthur. Oh dear was right.
When Natalia finally got to her feet, her dress soaked with the orange-pink liquid, Alfred let go of Matthew. The last thing she saw was a mess of blonde hair.
The Canadian's head connected with hers and she was out.
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By the way, British Columbia and Quebec are both Canadian provinces. BC is located on the far west coast of Canada, right above the state of Washington. The city of Vancouver, where the 2010 Winter Olympics were held, is there. Its capital is Victoria, on Vancouver Island.
Quebec is located next to Hudson Bay and Ontario. Its capital is Quebec City and Montreal, the second largest city in Canada is located in this province as well. Most Quebecois speak Canadian-French and most British Columbians speak English.