It was a normal day for Candice Williams. At 16 in looks, she lived a life that was normal in the eyes of a nation. She lived with her 'papa' and 'pa', the personifications of Canada and France.
"Candice, le petit déjeuner est prêt." Her papa called up to her.
"Je serai là, papa." She replied, pulling on one of her old shirts. If you looked from the outside, Candice Williams was a very normal girl, with a normal life, aside from having 2 dads, but even that was normal because they lived in Matthew's country. She's makes very good grades at W Academy, she has friends.
~-~ Switch to Candice's POV~-~
I went downstairs to go eat breakfast. Smell pa made pancakes again.
"Bonjour Candice, Rappelez-vous que- vous avez toutes-c'est une chemise très ancienne de votre de hein?" pa askes, turning around with a plate full of pancakes. Knew it, but I love pa's pancakes.
"oui, de retour de Candide." I say, debating to smile to frown. The pancakes were divided evenly and breakfast was peaceful as always. After breakfast, I went about my normal routine before heading to school.
A/N: Translations.
Candice, le petit déjeuner est prêt."- Candice, breakfast is ready.
Je serai là, papa- I'll be there, papa.
Bonjour Candice, Rappelez-vous que- vous avez toutes-c'est une chemise très ancienne de votre de hein? –good morning Candice, remember-is that a very old shirt of your's? oui, de retour de Candide.- yes, back from Candide.
