It was noon, Saturday August 14, 2027, and as every week, Rachelle Williams had a hangover. The reason wasn't that she had gotten insanely drunk the night before. Apparently, young adults like to get really drunk on Friday nights in Québec, and Rae got the pleasure of paying for it. This has happened to Rae since she was born. People were used to it. Though this morning was different. At about half past, her uncle came running into her house yelling
"Canada, get your ass out of bed. We have work today." Rae silently wondered why her Papa was still asleep, but decided it was nothing and buried herself further into her duvet. Kumijiro, her family's guardian spirit, began licking her toes, the way he would when Rae needed to get up for school, all those years ago. Rae shook her foot to tell him to stop. At that moment America burst through her bedroom door.
"Canada! What are you still doing in bed? You know you have work to do! Brant is furious." He asked, slightly out of breath. Rae lazily rolled over in her bed and sleepily looked at her uncle.
"Nous avons dépassé cet, oncle idiot. Je ne suis pas Papa. Je suis le Québec." she said not realizing she was speaking French. The American raised his brow
"Dude, you know I can't understand you when you speak French. Now get out of bed!" he said grabbing a Canadian military inform off her dresser, and threw it at her head. Ping! Rae looked at the clothes on her lap. It looked exactly like her father's except it was smaller. Now she was confused.
"What is 'zis?" she asked.
"It's your uniform. Get dressed!" Half an hour later, the two nations were at some kind of treaty signing between North America and some European countries Rae had never met. Rae had been to some of these before. The personifications were more or less figure heads at these things. She was to stand there and say nothing. The difference was that a) Rae usually wore a girl guide's uniform, not a military one, and b) Rae's dad was nowhere to be found. Ping! After the ceremony, the countries were allowed to talk and stuff. Immediately Rae cornered America.
"Uncle, where is my papa? Shouldn't he be here?" she asked. The other nation looked at her funny.
"Why would France be here? And why did you call me uncle? God what's wrong with you today, Sis? You've been acting strange all day." Ping! Ping! PingPingPingPingPingPingPing !
"Alfred. What nation do I represent?" she asked slowly, already knowing the answer.
"Canada, of course."