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Chapter 1: Nature
Mist wafts gently across the mirror like surface, disturbed only by the ripples emanating from the kayak as a blond slowly paddled across the lake. The only sound traveling through the crisp and chilled morning air is the hauntingly beautiful cries of a loon looking for its mate. The sun barely bathing the world in golden light as the young man carefully directs his mode of transportation away from the rocks barely hidden beat the water's surface. Not a word or a sound is heard from the blue almost purple eyed man as he makes his way gently though the lily pads as Dragonflies dart quickly in the waterlily scented air.
Little does the young man know that he is being watched from the shore by another who bares a striking resemblance to him. Eyes of sky blue follow the distant form out on the lake as the watcher makes himself comfortable on the mossy stone on the coast, fir trees looming over head. Usually the man would have shouted out to his brother from across the lake but for once he decided to enjoy the silence that had become so rare in his own lands. Bustling cities where the sky is lit like day even in the dead of night making the stars nearly impossible to see. The constant sound of traffic both on the land and in the sky. That is what the young man on the bank has become accustomed to in his life. So this scene of natural silence and tranquility is something that he doesn't want to break.
"I never thought I would see the day when he would actually be quite for a moment," a figure holding a cup of tea gripes from a ways away from the figure sitting on the stony shore.
"Ah, contrary to your belief even he is able to appreciate the beauty of nature," replies the man standing next to him.
"Indeed, I guess every country has its own natural beauty, this is Canada's," the English man says as he looks at the scenery in front of him.
"Yes each country has its own simple natural beauty, you and your siblings' hills of green and coastlines are also a sight to behold," The wavy haired blond says as he rests his hand beneath his lightly bearded chin.
"I guess you are right, your lavender fields and vineyards are also a sight to behold I guess," the green eyed blond says begrudgingly. "Even America has a few gems, the Mohave Desert, Redwood forest and of course the two of them share Niagara Falls."
"One thing is for sure, Mathieu takes just as much pride in the natural beauty of his land as his people." The Frenchman muses as a small white figure emerges from behind the trees.
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"Ah Kumakoko, sorry I lost track of time, I'll get breakfast started right way." Canada says as he notices the white furred bear standing on the shore as he puts the kayak back on its rack.
The bear tilts his head, "Who are you?"
Canada sighs, "I'm Canada."
"Hey Bro!" A very familiar and loud voice calls."
"Hello Alfred, when did you get here?" Canada asks.
"Oh about two hours." America says loudly.
"T-two hours!" The northern nation exclaims softly.
"Yes for once the bloody git was quite." England says as he approaches the two brothers that he raised all those long years ago.
"Whoa France, England when did you get here." America exclaims with a lot of excitement.
"About fifteen minutes after you," France says with a shrug. "Now Mathieu how about we prepare breakfast together, it has been so long since we cooked together."
"Sounds wonderful Papa." Canada says with a smile.
"Maybe I could help as well," England says causing the other three nations to shudder with looks of horror.
"N-no need Arthur, the kitchen in the cottage is very small it having more than two people in it at a time would make cooking very hard." Canada says quickly much to the other two nations' relief. "You and Alfred could go and find some wood though, the stove is a wood burning one and knowing the scale of the meals Papa cooks I know that we will probably run out."
"Alright, come on man lets go," America shouts as he begins dragging the poor European nation away with little effort.
"Good thinking Mathieu, keep both of them away from the kitchen is probably for the best." France says as he looks at the sighing Canadian.
"You're probably right about that, though Alfred's home cooking can sometimes be quite good." The Canadian muses remembering some of the thanksgivings he and his brother spent together. "What were you guys doing here anyway?"
"Ah, I just wanted to surprise you with a visit, Arthur was here looking for America and I do not know why America was here." France says as he opens the door and makes his way to the kitchen.
"Well it isn't unlike Alfred to come and bother me about the smallest things," the younger nation replies as he ties a maple leaf printed apron on. "I'll start making the pancakes and maybe we can make some crepes too."
"That sounds like a good idea, I'll start to cooks some omelets and get some more tea that Englishman is grumpy enough when he's had some and we both know what he is like when he hasn't had enough tea." France says as turns on the electric kettle.
"I don't think we will have enough burners to cook all that at once." Canada says timidly.
"Your right, this kitchen really is small." France complains.
"Well it is usually only meant for two people at most, three is pushing it and four is going well beyond its capacity." Canada admits with a sigh.
"Is there a fire pit nearby?" France asks which cause the Canadian to look at him sideways. "I know how to cook well over a fire, I has around long before the conventional oven was invented you know."
"Yeah there is in the back, it's a pretty big one though. America and Australia got a bit carried away when we built it." The Canadian says remembering the day the fire pit was made. It is more of a bonfire pit than anything.
"Ah that was when you and Australia decided to have your pets play together." France says remembering seeing the two former British colonies planning the get together.
"Yeah I wasn't expecting him to bring Wy, Hutt and New Zealand with him though." The plaid clad man says with a nervous laugh.
"Perhaps you should make this place a bit bigger." France says looking at the naturally timid young man. "You seem to have been having more visitors than usual.
Canada nods, he has been having more visitors than usual. Other nations also seem to be seeing him more often to and mistaking him for his brother less. Maybe he should expand the cottage a bit so that he could invite others to come portaging and camping with him. It is a part of Canadian culture to appreciate the outdoors and it would be nice to share the fun activities with others. It might even help people to distinguish him from America more. Usually Cuba, America and sometimes the Netherlands dropped by, but to have more than one other person at his cottage was rare. Canada barely stayed at the cottage and usually stayed in his log cabin near his capital city. But lately people have been coming to visit him and most of them enjoyed spending time at his little getaway.
I think I will be expanding the cottage a least a little. The Maple tree loving nation resolves to himself.
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Hello internet dwellers and thanks for reading. This was originally supposed to be only a oneshot but then my brain ran with the idea of it so I will be continuing it for at least a few chapters maybe more. I don't know when I will post chapter two since I have another story that I am currently focusing on but this will be continued.
