Chapter 1
He let out a deep sigh. He looked at the clock on the wall and decide to take
a little break. His boss, once again, gave him a load of paperwork for him to do. He got up from his chair and stretched. He walked around his office to get his blood flowing to his legs again. He walked to a small table that was only holding a globe. He looked at Asia, mainly to 'himself' or at least to the land Russia. He then looked at the territory that he used to own in Northern America.
Russia remembers owning Alaska. It was around the 18th century. Somewhere in the 1740s was when Europeans discovered it. It was a Russian expedition led by Danish navigator Vitus Bering. Russia remembers seeing Alaska, it was really a rich land piece. There were many games for the hunters to hunt, extending from fishes to bears. What drawn his people was the walrus ivory and the valuable sea otter fur, which could be traded with the natives. The natives came from what would later be the territory of Alaska and Canada.
Canada. What a strange country. Russia tried to think about all that he knows about the Great North. He was a colony of England and France. He was on the Allies' side during World War II. He knew he was America's brother. At least he thinks he is. They are practically twins. Even with America's face, Canada was different. He was softer. He was softer in his appearance, his actions, and even in the way he talked. He would never hurt a soul unless told to. Just like every other nation.
The kindness of his heart and the bad habit of saying no to anyone that uses him, nothing political of course just personal, are the reasons that made Russia feel guilty to choose between having him or America as his maid for two weeks.