Hello everyone, I'm sorry I haven't updated any of my stories for a while but I've had exams and the like. Also, it was my birthday June 21st, and I did want to write you all a Happy Birthday fic as a gift to you all... but i ended up at school sighing off then spent 2 hours walking to a park that should only be 15/20 minutes away
well... anyways... I was watching the news just now and saw that Will and Kate (only reason i saw this is because i wanted to know what was happening in Greece) are in Canada and I had this random idea
ALSO, I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I WROTE THIS IN ABOUT 10 MINUTES, DID NO RESEARCH AND DID NOT WANT TO IN ANYWAY OFFEND ANYONE WITH THIS. THIS IS FANFICTION PEOPLE! SAY IT WITH ME:
FANFICTION
THEREFORE IT DOES NOT NEED TO MAKE:
EXACTLY/AT ALL EVENTS THAT HAVE HAPPENED
THIS IS JUST SOMETHING I WROTE FOR FUN! AND ALSO THANKS SOOOOOO MUCH "The Fox Familiar" for send me such a nice review, your such a loving person. it's people like you that need to get a sense of humour and oh... i don't know... learn what constructive critisism is. IF YOU DONT LIKE THIS DON'T READ IT! SIMPLE AS THAT! Also, I like Canada and do not in anyway mean to offend. Yes, I do know that Canada was not one of Britain's colonies, British fought the French for Canada (AKA New France) when i wrote about "he being one of the first colonies" I was refering to AMERICA!
Thanks for the flame mate, now i can toast some marshmallows
Enjoy
CANUK CANUK CANUK CANUK
As I lay the large red boquet (?) onto the base of the stone memorial, a smal tear escapes. Just being back here, with Canada by my side, drags those bloody images kicking and screaming to the forfront of my mind. Sensing my distress, I feel Canada loop a long and gentle arm around my waist. Leaning into the comforting touch, we slowly straighten up so we can move out of the way of our Prince William and his wife.
Our monarchy
Canada will always be the closest to my heart out of all my ex-colonies. Those it may seem that I hold that thick skulled America in the highest standing: but all I feel for him is pity... and maybe a bit of resentment - Hey! He was one of my first colonies (Thanks for helping fix this Dave19941000... It's sad that I got this wrong sinse I am myself British (ENGLISH!)! And have lived in the UK/England all my life) and he left me... I think I have good reason to veiw him with distane - and yes, I did pay more attention to him, but he always was attention seeking and (beleive it or not) almost compleatly dependent on me. On the other hand, little Canada was quiet, never asked for attention and was more independent. Most days he could be found sat in a corner of my library with Kumajiro and a heavy tome. Whenever I found him in there, it would create such a swell of pride - larger than any that America had unknowningly created - that spread until my fingers were tingling with happiness.
We had so many happy memories in there.
"Arthur... are you alright?" The soft voice to my left asked, tentitivly. Subtly as possible, i wipe away the lone tear - then gently snake my arms around his shoulders and tuck my head under his chin.
"... Yes, I am... after alll, I'll always be alright as long as I have you."