Ah, dang it. I think I get to earn the award for the worst updater of the year. *hits my head on the desk* Well, I guess I'm going to have to delay it for a day. So this story will end on July the… 5th, I believe.
EDIT: NEVER MIND. THIS WILL END, MOST LIKELY BY THE END OF AUGUST! Well, enjoy this chapter! Hope to see you tomorrow… probably not though, sorry!
EDIT AGAIN: Wait no. I think this will be my eternally updating story EVERY YEAR. Yep, this is gonna be a birthday drabble fic on every July 1st! XD Hope you readers like this change!
EDIT AGAIN AGAIN: WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT?! osfia$%^Faoijfl$389ek ! I DIDN't UPDATE THIS ON CANADA DAY ON 2013?! I SWEAR I FINISHED THIS BY THEN. WHAT THE... WEll, here you go then. Two chapters in one day.
Chapter 3: Maple Leaf Birthdays III
2013
A typical birthday… wait. Wait a second; people usually say 'a typical day,' not a typical birthday… who was that blonde who just said that?
People were busy hustling down the streets of Ottawa. People were strolling down the streets of Toronto. The roads of Edmonton, despite their neighbour's flooding disaster, were still as crowded as ever. Red and white shone on the avenues of Victoria. Charlottetown, Fredericton and St. John's had even more Canadians proudly marching down the streets. In Iqaluit, the cold weather brought white fluffy snowflakes on the patriotic people standing outside on the sidewalks despite the summer air. In the city of Quebec City, French Canadians still stood proudly outside, albeit their protests on becoming a nation like Canada himself. In Yellowknife and Whitehorse, boulevards and crescents were also crammed with many Canadian flags and their owners. Last but not least, in Winnipeg and Saskatoon, multitudes, swarms and hordes of people marched bravely down the streets with a marching band and their flags raised high.
However, it wasn't just their flags that were raised high; one blonde man felt immense pride as he sat on one of the platforms waving to many spectators here to watch the parade. He sat on a throne, a white one at that, with an extra scarlet plush for a seat. Red trimmed its edges and this man, Matthew Williams, gave a happy laugh at the sheer amount of citizens and guests there were to watch the parades. Not known to many foreigners, Winnipeg and Saskatoon were two of the most beautiful places on the entire Earth; and boy, was Matthew surprised when he found that so many people came to watch the parade.
He felt proud of his nation; he felt immense joy as he spotted each and every smiling face there was. Now, Matthew didn't care if his family wasn't there. He learned that lesson a long time ago; they wouldn't come anyway even if he begged them to. Maybe, just maybe, France would, but Matthew would rather not know. At the present, the only thing he cared about; was his country, his people. They were the reasons he was still living and without them, Matthew didn't know how much longer he would've lasted.
Once in a while, the parade paused to let Matthew speak to the crowd. He had remained anonymous for most of his life, letting his citizens know that there indeed was a representative of this nation, that their representative was kind and a real gentleman unlike their next door neighbour's representative. However, their nation decided not to reveal his identity, most likely because of his safety, the citizens reasoned.
In spite of this, Matthew himself had another reason. He didn't want the same thing to happen to his citizens, not the occurrence that happened with his family. He didn't want to be overlooked again and he most certainly didn't want his own people to forget and disregard him. Maybe it was selfish of him, okay, he admitted it; it was quite selfish of him to request that. But, Matthew still didn't want them to forget.
Only this year, he came out of his worrying shell and stepped in to the light to embrace his nation, "Ladies and gentlemen, young women and men, I am sure you have all heard of a representative of your very nation, Canada?"
Matthew paused to see many nods or shouts before continuing, "What do you think of him? Based on the rumours, is he a good representative?"
Some yells burst in to negation but a huge majority of them, at least ninety percent, shouted, "Yes!" Among them, there were a few that whispered, "I didn't even know the representative was a man." Just minor details, Matthew waved that aside before taking a deep breath,
"Thank you, I appreciate that. Citizens of Canada, visitors and guests, my name is Matthew Williams. I am the representative of Canada, this beautiful nation that you are standing on… this nation that you have blessed with your own hands, that, I thank you very much. Now then, I personally thank you all for coming here and I hope you can forgive my anonymity until now. By all means, please continue to enjoy your day and I hope to please you now, formally known as the representative of Canada. Merci beaucoup."
With that, the parade began moving again and with it, the nation representation as well.
It wasn't the only spectacle today, however. Nearby, another crowd of people stood, with two people in the middle. Both, suspiciously, seem to be people he knew. But that was just silly, Matthew reprimanded himself. Why on Earth would someone visit him? After all, they never do visit him anyway.
Matthew stood up to try to glance over at the commotion but couldn't see. With a wave to the driver, he stepped off the vehicle and on to his own personal stallion that he had trained for quite some time. He brushed his hand through the silver white hair and smiled confidently with some Royal Canadian Mounted Police on his side, on their own horses. With a trot forward, the RCMP cleared a path for him through the crowds.
As Matthew got closer, one of the two voices was shouting whilst the other was trying to calmly wave people aside, as if to get to the float he was on earlier.
"GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM US, YOU WANKERS!" (Boy, didn't he sound like someone Matthew knew all too well?)
"Mes chéries, s'il vous plait, let us pass." (And wasn't that also an oddly familiar voice that rang in Matthew's ears?)
Matthew narrowed his eyes in confusion; what were those two doing here? This was the one day that Matthew could enjoy the most without any disappointingly familiar faces and yet they had to come? For what exactly?
As his stallion trotted slowly, trying to get through the crowds surrounding the two other nations, Matthew shouted, surprisingly in a normal shouting loudness, "England? France? What are both of you doing here?"
Both nations whipped their heads towards the voice, stopping their incoming protests and shouts. France snapped out of his shock at Matthew's bold voice first and yelled back over the shouts of many people, mainly girls. "Mathieu? Mon cher, can you get us out of this predicament?"
"Yes, please, Matthew," came Arthur's agreement as well.
Matthew blinked at the requests before realizing that the aforementioned people were most likely the so-called fan girls that the other more popular nations had to deal with. With a smile steadily growing on his face, he gave a small chuckle, "Sure, Papa, Dad."
With that statement, a 'fan girl' squealed. "Dad? Oh… my gosh~! It's America! That is sooo cute-!" Unfortunately for that girl, many others mobbed her, "It's Canada, idiot! He called France, 'Papa.' Now, that is cute!"
Matthew quickly ducked his head in to his horse's mane to hide the incoming blush. He took this chance to offer a hand to his former caretakers on to his horse, which surprisingly fit all three of them.
With the horde of debating fans at their backs, Matthew's mini parade of stallions galloped out of the crowded area.
After a few minutes of trotting, Matthew decided to break the silence, "So… what are you two doing here?" Then he quickly waved his arms, "Not that I mind, of course, but I'm just curious."
At that moment, Matthew jumped in surprise (or as high as you can jump on a stallion), when a hand ruffled his hair.
"Mathieu, shouldn't a parent visit their kid on their birthday?"
Matthew ignored the retort that had quickly formed in his mouth, 'Yeah, but you don't even remember when my birthday is until… now…'
"Wait, how did you know it was my birthday?" he asked, out of curiosity.
Ehe, it's a sort of cliffhanger… I'm guessing? I don't know. Not much interaction, not much action in this chapter. D: Is there anything else that I should add to the story, for example, does anybody want some other specific Hetalia character to come in? I'll try to fit them in, in the next chapter.
P.S. I'm kind of really sorry – that didn't make sense. On a chart from just saying sorry to begging on my knees for forgiveness, I'm kind of in the middle. So… sorry for the short chapter, and I'm really super duper sorry for my stupid promises that I can't keep at all. DX
