Chapter 1: Ontario the Capital
America's POV

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Canada, my little bro, was gone. Not gone completely but still gone.
Earlier I had run around his giant house looking for him.
"Matthew where are you bro?" I yelled while running down the wooden stair case.
"Matthew's not here anymore." a male voice said calmly.
"Matthew?"
"My name is Ontario, I'm one of Canada's ten provinces. The only one that matters though." he said while taking a sip of their coffee.
"Matthew what are to talking about bro?" I asked my brother but when I got closer I released this guy had crimped hair and was wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey and a red tie.
"Wait who are you? And what do you mean Canada's gone?" I asked slowly sitting at the opposite side of the table as the man. He pulled a laptop out of the briefcase beside him and looked over it to me.
"I mean just that, he is gone you idiot. Well not completely. You see it seems that England has messed up one of his magic tricks again and has managed to separate all of his provinces and territories. I am Canada's capitol thus I remained here where as the others seem to have run off like the lazy good for nothing people they are."
I sat there for a moment to take in everything I had just heard. Man I was going to kill England next time I saw him.
"So how do we get him back?" I asked curiously.
"You just find all of the provinces and territories of course."
"Me?"
"Yes you. I can't help you. One because I don't want to, and two because if I leave Canada will no longer exist."
I nodded.
"But then how will I know where to find them?"
"Oh, right." he said sighing and handed me a stack of thirteen papers. "Here are their descriptions and pictures. It shouldn't be too hard to find them, though the hard part will be trying to convince them to come back. Especially Quebec." He smirked at me and began typing furiously on his laptop. I shuffled through the papers quickly to see if I recognized any of them. I finally found Ontario's picture and description and placed it on the table.
"I don't know where to start." I muttered to myself
"Well if I where you I would start with Nova Scotia and then make your way across the map. Of course you should leave either Quebec or Yukon for last."
I looked up quickly, How did he hear me. he looked at me and laughed.
"If you didn't want anyone to hear you lowering your voice could help you numbskull."
I blushed and nodded. He looked so much like my bro. Same hair colour; same height and I'm sure those are Matthew's glasses he's wearing.
"So do you know where he might be?"
Ontario sighed.
"Knowing that drunk bastard he's probably at the closest sea side bar trying to catch lobster with his bare hands!"
"Alright, I better get going."
"Oh wait!" Ontario called out as I opened the door. "Whatever you do, don't even think of challenging him to a drinking contest. You will lose and have a violent drunk on your hands"
I laughed "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." and swiftly headed out to the bar.

Ontario's POV

I sighed as I watched the American run down the street while putting his leather coat on. America you Hoosier I really hope you took that warning seriously otherwise your dead meat. Carefully I removed a small map of Canada from my briefcase and taped it to the wall. I then removed a pen and found my province while making a small check mark over it, then sat back down at my computer.
"One down, twelve to go."