This is how I imagine Quebec from Hetalia... I'm sorry if I've somehow disappointed you...

And I'M SORRY IF I MADE ANY ERRORS IN THE FRENCH SENTENCES. Yes, I live in Quebec. However, I am situated on the island of Montreal. Plus, English is my first language...

-Panther-chan

P.S.: I've got a whole thing planned out for all the provinces and territories of Canada. THIS WILL BE SO MUCH GODDAMN FUN :D

Rated T for Quebec's creative threats.

Quebec: Over-Protective

It was a normal visit to his brother's house: they ate burgers, watched "scary" movies, and played catch.

Unfortunately, Alfred still didn't know how to go slow. He threw the ball as fast as he could, saying his little brother was too slow and he should learn how to speed up.

Nothing unusual.

What surprised Alfred was the person that was waiting for Matthew when it was time for him to go back home. A woman between 25 and 30 was leaning against a dark blue Mustang that had a white fleur-de-lis on the hood. Blond and blue streaked wavy hair reached just past her shoulders and was held back in a ponytail. Sunglasses covered her eyes, she had a black leather jacket over a shirt the color of the car with the same flower on it, and her brown suede boots had fur around the top rim and looked warm enough to survive a Siberian winter. The outfit, coupled with her black jeans, struck Alfred as odd – but she pulled it off with aplomb, and when Matthew approached, she removed her sunglasses and took a few steps forward to meet him. The sunglasses went into the breast pocket of the jacket and she raised a hand to inspect the forming bruise on his face.

After a moment, they spoke in French and she gazed over at Alfred. "America," she said in way of greeting.

"Hello. Um... who are you?" he asked, confused.

"I am Quebec, a province of Canada."

"Oh! You're above Maine, then."

"Indeed."

She looked him up and down, and turned back to his brother with a soft smile. "Tu peut rester dans l'auto, Mathieu," she said. Alfred didn't understand it, but his brother nodded in agreement and got in the car, where Kumajiro was waiting. The door was shut and she turned on her heel to march over to Alfred. It was the march of a soldier, not the model he thought it would be.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face down to her height. She wasn't much shorter, but enough to make a difference. Then, she glared at him.

It was a glare that made him glad to be alive afterwards.

"You are very lucky you are Mathieu's brother, Alfred. Because if you were not, I would have been torn between the desire to yank out your spine and strangle you with it, rip out your ribs and beat you to death with them, or twist off your arm and hit you over the head with it until you die of brain damage."

He had started to shiver the moment her icy voice sounded into the night air, and when she was done speaking, he could do naught but whimper like a whipped dog.

"I will give you two warnings. One: if you hurt Mathieu again out of stupidity like you have today, I will exact copious revenge that will not be pleasant at all on your part. Two: I never make a threat I will not follow through on."

His eyes were wide in fear, his pupils dilated. He couldn't breathe, either. This fear was worse than anything he had ever experienced: not even Russia's aura could compare to the one Quebec was emitting right now.

He couldn't respond.

"I will give you five seconds to reply."

"Okay!" he blurted out desperately, not knowing what else to say. She sighed and released him, and the nation stumbled backwards before falling on his rear. She gave him a mournful look.

I do not like threatening those dear to Mathieu, but I will not stand by while he is hurt by his own family. Ne le pas blesser sans raison et nous serrons des amis. Tu comprends cela, oui?"

"... Um... what?" he whispered. She blinked, then chuckled. It would have been a nice sound had Alfred not been too scared to so much as blink.

"Oh, that's right. You do not understand French. I will repeat it in English. Do not hurt him without reason and we will be friends. You understand that, yes?"

Oh. She wanted to be friends, then. She was just over-protective of his brother. "Uh... okay?" it came out quavering and weak, but he didn't care about that. He just wanted this demon out of his territory.

"Good, good. Thank you for hosting him today. I will see you again soon, I think, at the festival. Goodbye for now, America."

She got into the driver's seat of the car and it sped off, leaving Alfred to his own devices.

"I think I just shit myself," he muttered as he watched the vehicle disappear into the distance.

LOLLOLLOL

This is how I picture Quebec: as an over-protective big sister kinda girl. She's actually older than Canada because Quebec existed WAY before Canada, as Kebec (Native speak for "Where the River Narrows"), a trading post for the fur trade and aboriginals.

WEEEEEEEEEE...

And since technically she was found(ed) by France, she's got a lot of his influence showing plain as day. The hair, the fleur-de-lis, the oddly good taste in fashion, etc, etc, etc...

Lol. More to come!

-Panther-chan