A/N: In behalf of Mainland, I apologize for the lengthiness. I'm sorry I haven't been updating In Between in such a long time. My cat bent the charger for my laptop, rendering it completely useless and unable to take a charge. I'm hoping to get it fixed soon, but money is tight, so don't expect any updates on that story for a while - due to the fact that I have a half-finished chapter saved on the computer. Sorry about all that...
From Crazy4Reading:
Hello! I was just wondering how do you get along with the other provinces? Other countries?
I wish i could think of more to ask but I have no idea what to add...
I hope your well!
Crazy4Reading
Dear Crazy4Reading,
Ah! That's a question that's bound to be a bit lengthy, so maybe it was better that you just asked that question, heheh…
I'll start with my sisters – the Atlantics. I get along best with my twin sister, Cape Breton. She's a very down-to-earth person, and she's always saving my but when I do something stupid. That said, she relies on me almost completely since her island has fallen on some hard times with money. One of her mills shut down or something. I get along alright with Prince Edward Island, although she can be a bit grumpy when I go round her place drunk. She has this weird talent in which whenever she throws a potato, it always hits me. It kind of hurts. Newfoundland scares me a little bit. She hasn't been quite the same since she was nearly killed during World War II. I think she has some sort of split personality or something. We get along pretty well most of the time, making stupid jokes and stuff, but one time she pinned me down and tries to stab me to death with a spoon. The last of the Atlantics is New Brunswick…I don't spend much time with her, but she's a sweet gal.
Moving on to the rest of Canada. Quebec is alright…I owned a piece of him during my years of Acadia. He makes good poutine, although he always stinks of cigarettes and he throws a fit sometimes because there isn't enough French in this country. I can't stand Ontario, honestly. He's really done nothing but screw me over throughout the years. He treats me like an annoying younger sister, although I'm about the same age as him, and he just loooves to cut funding for anything that goes on in Atlantic Canada. Not to mention he thinks he's freaking New York or something.
The prairies – Alberta, Manitoba, Saskatchewan…I don't really communicate with them much. I don't know if they even know I exist. I've said this before, but to most people think the nation of Canada ends with Quebec. They don't notice the true Canadian spirit in the most eastern parts! I don't know much about British Columbia, or the territories, either. They kind of seem to be their own world way out there. British Columbia does offer some good "stuff" though…if you know what I mean~
Moving on to countries…the closest I can get for parents are Scotland and the Republic of Ireland. In fact, my twin sister and I remember some versions of Gaelic that Scotland and Ireland have long forgotten! Can you believe that! My sis and I – perhaps my sister more than me – are very proud of where we originally come from, even though Scotland and Ireland have long abandoned us.
I see France as my papa. He raised me back when I was known as Acadia. He was nice to me, until he just left when England won the rights to me. *sighs* Life as a province…
Lastly, I have kind of a love-hate relationship with England. He was in charge of le Grand Dérangement, or the Acadian Expulsion, as it's known for you English speakers. He deported and killed many of my Acadians, because they would not conform to his English ways or chose between France and England if a war came to be. Of course, this resulted in the creation of New Orleans-*coughs and blushes* Which resulted in some tenseness between America and I. I always seem to help America when something goes wrong, though. Like in 1999, when an American plane crashed in the ocean just off one of my coasts. There weren't any survivors, but my people and I were more than happy - well, happy isn't the best word given the circumstances, but willing – to waste time and resources trying to find the bodies.
Anyway, back to England. I kind of resent him a bit for what happened, but I didn't feel I really had to leave him to become a Canadian province. On the day that I joined Confederation, a lot of people considered that a "death" of the old Nova Scotian/English values in Canada. I'm not sure if that's true.
Sorry for the lengthy answer! I hope you're willing for a good read!
May your Keith's never empty,
Mainland Nova Scotia~
