The conference room in Edmonton was noisey, as usual, from Nations shouting and bickering. France and UK were at each other's throats. Again. Same with America and Russia. And Turkey and Greece. Anyways, everyone thought this would be just a normal meeting. It wasn't.
The abnormality all stared with a crash. And a bang. Canada, the host of the meeting, looked at the door with sweatdrop. Just then, the door swung open. All the Nations, minus Canada, and Québec who had been fucking around on her iPod, gasped. The boy standing in the doorway was kinda tall, with blonde hair and a tiny curl. He wores a Flannel shirt and jeans and glasses. Why all the Nations gasped though, the boy had a large axe stuck in his left shin. "Sister. I happened again. I know I'm not supposed to bug you but..." The boy had an accent most Nations couldn't place. Québec stood up and sighed.
" 'onestly? 'ow many times 'ave I told you to be careful?" She walked over to him. "Canada, if you'll excuse us." And she and the boy left. All eyes fell on Canada. The Nation in question frowned. There were some pained yells. Then quiet. Québec soon returned.
"Who was that, aru?" Asked China as Québec sat in her seat.
"If I told you zat 'e is an axe murderer, would you leave ze subject alone?" She replied sharply. Her demeanor had switched from a casual teen to a mature adult in seconds. Canada whistled innocently.
"Shall we continue the meeting now, eh?" Canada asked nervously.
After the meeting, China, Russia, UK and France were walking back to the hotel. "Those two are hiding something." UK said thoughtfully.
"Maybe we can beat it out of them, da?" Russia replied childishly. The other Europeans shuddered.
"Ami, you know if you try zat, ze ozer will remove your vital regions." Added France. The three shuddered again at the thought of the wrath of Canadians.
"You're being awfully quiet, Yao. Something wrong?" Asked UK.
"That boy called Rae "sister". Does Matthew have other children, aru?" All four stopped in their tracks.