I don't mind the cold, really I don't. Snow... snow is beautiful and it just shows you that some day the world will warm you're heart and melt the ice that resides inside of you. Yet, when you spend it all by yourself, you start to wonder if that ice will ever falter. If the sun will ever come back to you. It's times like these, in the winter, when I'm all alone, that I start to doubt my existence as a nation.
"I see, even Canada get's buried underneath the snow too... huh?" The british accent was familiar. I didn't even need to look to know exactly who it was. Still, my gaze shifted from the sky to the blonde European standing in front of me. "Hello Matthew, keeping yourself warm?" He
smiled at me and I couldn't help but let the corners of my mouth curve as the seemingly obvious question. "Bonjour... Arthur..."
He stood there just looking back at me for a while. It seemed as though he was thinking something about me. I was never one to be able to read other people. Britan was especially difficult to read unless he told you what he was thinking. I was surprised to see Arthur here in my country, and not spending time with his friends. I could only question his motives and remain suspiscious. Never the less, I invited him over to my house for some maple tea.