Date Written: August 31, 2011

Word Count: 730

Summary: A glimpse of the life of Canada and two of his provinces during CFL (Canadian Football League) season; namely Manitoba and Saskatchewan while focusing on the Blue Bomber/Roughrider rivalry and how it effects the two provinces and the rest of the household.

Warnings: Warning for Manitoba's (and a bit of Saskatchewan's) vocabulary, because for some reason I can picture Manitoba being a lot like Romano when she's upset.

Disclaimer: Hetalia, the CFL, the Winnipeg Blue Bombers, and the Saskatchewan Roughriders all do not belong to me.

"Guys…"

"Well at least I don't forget that twelve is a number!"

"Guys…seriously…"

"This coming from the province that hasn't even gotten to the Grey Cup in roughly ten years?

"Seriously guys…"

"SHUT UP! AT LEAST MY TEAM ISN'T ONE AND SIX!"

"GUYS!" Canada finally shouted, glaring at the two figures standing on opposite sides of him.

The person to his left had short strawberry blond hair and a slight tan. He was wearing a green shirt with a white 'S' insignia on it, faded black baggy jeans, and a pair of obviously well-worn brown cowboy boots. The person to the right of Canada had much longer brownish blond hair and was paler than the other with faint freckles dusting across her nose. She had on a tight blue shirt that read 'Swaggerville' across the chest in bright yellow lettering and a short golden yellow skirt with a blue 'B' stitched in on the side. She was also wearing stylish black high-heeled knee-high boots and a black leather jacket.

"Sorry Mattie." The male figure shrugged and glanced down at the floor, obviously not sorry at all. He sneaked another glare at the girl across from him, which promptly started her shouting again.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT YOU STUPID-" The girl started shrieking, but was quickly cut off by a hand clamped over her mouth and a stern look from Canada.

He sighed, releasing his hand from the female's mouth and shifting back a few steps. This happened every year during football season. One of the biggest rivalries in the Canadian Football League (CFL) and two of the most important games of the season for these two teams. The Labour Day Classic and the Banjo Bowl (the latter's name having come from a rather…interesting…conversation…between some football players from the opposing teams). Or rather, the Saskatchewan Roughriders against the Winnipeg Blue Bombers. The first game held in Saskatchewan and the next in Manitoba.

"Both of you, stop it. It's just a game." Canada stated calmly, just a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. He got tired of the two provinces' intense fighting often during these two weeks. The two back-to-back games were highly important to the pair of provinces and, during this time (or any football game between the Riders and the Bombers, for that matter), they could hardly stand to be in each other's presence without fighting.

"Says the person who fucking screams and throws pillows at the TV during Canadian hockey games." The girl in the leather jacket grumbled quietly, clearly not intending for Canada to hear her.

"Manitoba." The nation sighed, much more annoyed now.

"Canada." The girl, Manitoba, replied mockingly.

"Do us all a favour and shut up." The male sneered.

"Saskatchewan." Canada scolded passively. As much as the two irritated him, the quiet nation still found it rather amusing to watch them fight. For a while. Then it just turned into the two provinces screeching insults and nonsense at each other. And then it just turned reallyfucking annoying.

"Canada." The male, Saskatchewan, replied infuriatingly calmly.

"The Labour Day Classic isn't even until this weekend. So please, stop your fighting." Canada sighed again, addressing both provinces.

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Bitch."

"STUPID FUCKING-"

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP THIS FUCKING INSTANT!"

"…Sorry Mattie…" The two provinces coursed, edging away from the now really pissed off Canada. Canada just shook his head slowly and started counting down in his head.

3…

2…

"Cousin-marrying prairie bastard." Manitoba hissed under her breath, smiling darkly as the other province clenched his fists and turned towards her.

"At least I'm not the fucking murder capital of Canada."

"AT LEAST I KNOW THAT TWELVE IS AN ACTUAL FUCKING NUMBER!"

"AT LEAST I ACTUALLY GOT TO THE GREY CUP BITCH."

Here we go again…Canada thought with a sigh, quickly shaking his head and walking into the kitchen.

"AT LEAST MY BEER DOESN'T TASTE LIKE SHIT."

Canada winced at the sound of something breaking in the next room. At this point, he really didn't want to know that had broken and why. Probably Saskatchewan throwing something at the female province.

"HEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, FUCKING PRAIRIE BASTARD?"

"FOR BEING A STUPID LITTLE BITCH, THAT'S WHY."

Oh yes, these next two weeks were going to be just great. Please note the extremely heavy sarcasm. Extremely heavy sarcasm.