Chapter 4 Mexico and a Coffee withdrawal
Canada sat on the plane next to New Zealand with Kumajirou on his lap. New Zealand held kiwi, and was feeding him bits of the bread roll that came with the plane food. Canada was feeling horrible. He had been such a jerk to America. He really did like his brother a lot, not that he would admit that, it was a sibling pride thing. Still this being angry was a lot of hard work that only made you feel terrible at the end. He silently wondered to himself how his fathers, France and England, could bare to fight all the time. In fact when it came to being angry and fighting England was pretty much the champion. How did he manage to fight Canada's uncles all the time and Canada's other father without feeling as guilt stricken as Canada did now?
"What's on your mind?" New Zealand asked in his quiet voice
"America. I was being a real jerk to him, I should really apologize." Canada mumbled
"I kind of think you where justified. If you don't speak out then he would continue ignoring you. Besides..."
New Zealand let his gaze go to Canada's bruised cheek. Canada noticed where he was looking and sighed. This stupid bruise, its very existence didn't make any sense. Still he would have to explain it if he didn't want America to be wrongly accused.
"America didn't do this. The two of us don't fight physically, not anymore, instead we cut off trade with each other to try and mess with each other's economies or make fun of each other through songs and TV programs. No this was caused by the other member of North America. " Canada explained
"Other North American member?" New Zealand inquired suspiciously
"Yes Mexico. He's not our brother, just a neighbour and a distant cousin on Frances side. Anyway, during the winter sometimes I and the people in my house like to escape our cold winters and go to his house. But something weird happened. A woman from my house was killed, and only one average citizens death would usually only cause a scratch. I don't remember what happened, both of us where confused, and I myself was hardly innocent, as something weird was defiantly going on. It's all very strange, both of us are very apologetic, and we decided to solve the problem quickly together. Sadly it grew into this giant bruise due to the panic that was caused in my home. Many people where feeling nervous and too frightened to visit his home. But I got a phone call before coming on the plane and it seems to have blown over , so the bruise should start fading. Really it should have never have grown into this. I can't tell America any of this, because he will get angry at his neighbour Mexico, the two of them have a strange relationship." Canada continued
"I see, so you're protecting Mexico?" New Zealand asked
Canada nodded. His older brother could get surprisingly protective if he wanted too. He stared out the window and wondered if his brother was angry at him for the horrible things he had said.
Meanwhile thousands of kilometres away Australia awoke in America's guest bedroom. He staggered down the stairs of the huge house and into a sitting room. Sitting in a lazy boy recliner was America himself, who was writing something on a package and had a huge bold eagle perched on the arm of the chair next to him. Sitting in an arm chair across from him was England who was glaring at the tea in front of him as if it had done him some kind of personal wrong. Australia couldn't see any signs of France, which probably meant he was still asleep somewhere. Australia himself wasn't pleased at how long he had been sleeping, but since he was suffering from jet lag he thought he would be excused. However there was England, looking as if jet lag didn't affect him in the slightest.
"Why hasn't the jet lag affected you?" Australia asked England
"Because I spend so much time visiting my ex-colonies I have grown use to jet lag." England replied now poking at his tea with a black wooden wand with a gold star on the end.
Australia was taking in the strange scene that could only belong to a household of nations. England was attempting to turn the crème in his tea to milk, as crème doesn't go in tea, though it seemed America had forgotten this when making him the tea. England had no right to complain as he had invited himself and France round to America's house when he heard that Australia was going to be staying there. For some reason he thought that this brother combination spelt disaster. Probably because one brother was a hyper super strong idiot and the other a hyper adventurous outdoors man, which when put like that the combination did sound kind of troublesome. There was also the little thing that Australia fought alongside America in all of America's disputes.
America was now attaching the parcel to the Eagle, talking to it just as Australia would to his koala. Australia approached carefully, trying his best not to startle the eagle. America looked up and smiled.
"Yo, did you sleep well? Ah, I guess you did since its one in the afternoon already!" He laughed at Australia
"What are you doing?" Australia asked
"Sending some stuff to Canada. I got the idea form Iggy." Was the reply
America nodded at the eagle that flew with astonishing speed out of the window. Yet again it seemed that when you're a nation anything was possible, and that meant your pets where just as astonishing. But the thing that the other two inquired about wasn't the eagle, that, in their minds, was almost normal, no what they asked was whether it was a good idea for America to be writing to Canada when the latter was most likely still angry.
" He's not mad any more. Canada finds it hard to wake up angry, besides I thought he might get a little homesick so I sent him some stuff that will make his stay with New a bit easier, that's what being a heroic elder brother's all about!" America announced proudly.
Before America could ramble on about anymore nonsense about being a hero the phone rang and interrupted his ranting. As Australia was the closest to the phone, and the lazy reclining America didn't seem to want get it, he answered it. He was greeted by a frantic New Zealand, who was normally quiet, but for some reason was talking so loud that everyone on this side of the phone could hear his voice.
"Calm down! You about burst my eardrum! What's wrong New?" Australia asked
"It's Canada! Some things wrong Aussie! " New could be heard saying frantically
America sat up quickly, the colour draining from his face. England stopped poking his tea with his wand that had been giving off red sparks, and looked concerned as well.
"Ok tell me what happened. Sit down New before you trip and cause an earthquake or volcanic eruption we all know how accident prone you are! " Australia told him
"Well, I woke up this morning and found Canada sitting in a chair, terribly pale and shaking. He keeps talking in French, so the only word I can understand is Timmy's. Who's Timmy?" Asked the scared and confused New Zealand
To every one's surprise America burst out into laughter. This earned him a smack in the head by an irritated England, who thought America was just being spiteful. America rubbed his head but continued laughing.
"Dude, Canada's going through a withdrawal. Timmy's is the shortened version of his favourite coffee/donut shop. All you gotta do is take him to get a coffee! " America told everyone
Silence greeted his comment. France decided to stumble into the room at this moment, and feeling the intense atmosphere paused. Taking one look at England's face, France could tell that something was wrong. His assumptions where proven correct when England began to smile with relief when he saw him.
"We can have the frog master here try and translate his little tadpoles froggish gibberish to confirm America's suspicions." England explained to everyone and New Zealand who was now on speaker phone.
"Ee ez your tadpole az well!" France reminded England
Still confused by the atmosphere and to what was happening France stood closer to the speaker phone. They could hear New Zealand moving closer to Canada, and some kind of French muttering.
"Bonjour mon mignon petit Canada, Comment allez-vous ? (My cute little Canada, how are you?)" France asked wearily
"Papa ? Je suis désolé de vous achaler (Dad? I am sorry to disturb you). Je passe par un retrait de café en ce moment (I am going through a coffee withdrawal right now). Je devine que je suis un peu d'un epais te faisant tout le souci comme ceci (I guess I am being a bit of an idiot making you all worry like this). " Canada mumbled
France pinched the bridged of his nose and sighed. He always laughed when England got annoyed at America's rebellious attitude when he had created his own version of English. But Canada could speak Parisian French, and often did, but today he was obviously feeling rebellious and speaking in his own French version.
"Le Canada, parlent dans le Français approprié silvous plait (Canada, speak proper french please.)" France scolded
"Non, je suis Magané (No, I am tired.)" Was the sulky reply.
"New Zealand, just give 'im some coffee, maybe it will stop 'im from being so grouchy." France said and sat on the arm of England's chair
"Told you so! Canada can't go a single day without coffee, kinda like dad and his tea. " America announced proudly after New Zealand had hung up.
"Oui, oui tres bein America. Merde it ez like dealing with a French version of America sometimes." France muttered the last bit to England
England smirked. Why the two brothers had chosen this method to rebel against their parents was a mystery to him. Still he was glad that it wasn't just his wonderful language that the North American brothers liked to destroy. Why couldn't they be more like the Tasman sea brothers and stay a little closer to their parents original language?
Notes:
In the french I tried to put in some Canadian french, but as I don't even speak Parisian french so it was tough.
Canada and Mexico: A Calgary women was killed in Mexico, causing an up roar in southern Alberta making some people not want to go to Mexico any more. Of course everything's back to normal now. It was a very bizarre case, and none of it really makes any sense, the Canadian side and the Mexican side.
Canada and coffee: Tim Hortons, affectionately shortened to Timmys, is probably the most popular coffee shop in Canada. Many Canadians stop there at least once a day, sometimes twice. One of my teachers stopped there three times a day always scheduling it in the field trip schedule. Once in Calgary an American doughnut shop tried to open here, but Calgarians refused to go there so it closed down pretty quickly. Coffee is indeed a big deal here, but I am sure America is just as bad.