Chapter 1- Despicable me
Mathew Williams, the bad ass persona of Canada, decided he wasn't going to take anymore shit from the other countries anymore.
When the others contacted Canada all they would want it something, not a friendly chat, but a materialistic item. It was either that or they completely ignored him.
Another thing that Canada hated was how cold his country was. He realized that most of the population was near the border of America and Canada, probably because of the 'warmth' that was there. While the rest of Canada, was just a 'waste' land.
Canada turned his gloved hand into a fist as he threw it onto the table as his brother, Alfred called him.
'Probably wants something.' Mathew thought as he picked up the phone, bringing it to his ear to hear his annoying brothers voice ring through his years for the first time in a week.
" What?" Mathew asked as his evil polar bear of destruction jumped up on his lap. Canada rubbed his fur lovingly, but his face stayed stern.
" Mathew! Can I borrow something?" Alfred asked as Mathew's eye twitched.
" No." Mathew said putting the phone back on the holder, ranging it up. His eye still twitched as anger grew in his stomach.
' All they want from me is something! Haven forbid they want a conversation with me!' Mathew said as his anger turned into rage.
Mathew pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down.
He stood up, making Kumjiro fall to the ground.
" Hey dude what the fuck!?" The bear said as his sharp teeth shown. Canada walked to the door and turned around, glaring at the bear.
" I'm having a bad day. Its about time that I get my way." Canada said as he walked out of the room, making the little bear's curiosity follow him.
Canada walked to his bedroom. He opened the door as the smell of maple trees rolled out of the room.
The walls were red and the bed sheets were black and red with Canada's flag ranging up over the bed. Dark colored wood flooring made Mathew's shoes make a 'click' as he hit the flooring while he walked towards the walk in closet.
He opened the closets doors effortlessly as a small frown plastered his face.
The closet consisted of a dozen guns of all sizes, small, medium and big, anyone and he had them in his closet, waiting for the perfect day for Mathew's anger to get the best of him.
Mathew feel on his knees as his hands searched through the weapons, shuffling them as if he was looking for a specific one. His hand went to the very back, grabbing onto the top of the gun, pulling it up to show a perfect, shinny new black gun. It was ginormous, but not too big where Mathew couldn't carry it without ease.
He grabbed a strap and snapped it onto the gun, than grabbed a bag and put the gun carefully in the back.
As Canada put more ammo in the bag and swung it on his shoulder, his phone rang once more.
" Alfred.." He said in a growl as he walked over to the phone, picking it up.
" What now?" He asked quite unfriendly. You could hear Alfred's eagerness disappear since his brother's tone made it vanish due to fear.
" U-u-um never mind..." Alfred said shakily, only making Mathew chuckle darkly.
" I'll be over soon Alfy." Mathew said, waiting for a reply from Alfred.
" W-why?"
" I'm having a bad day." Mathew said hanging back up.
" Its about time that a get my way." Mathew said one more time before grabbing his bear, resting him underneath his arm pit.
" Despicable me" He said exiting out through the door, walking to his brothers.