So, yeah... here's what Manitoba, Alberta's older brother, looks like in my head... I had fun with Ducky.

Seriously. He acts all badass with enemies, but is a real sweetheart and is very sentimental with family. And Ducky.

I can't type for shit right now. Thanks, M, for the wonderful sleepover. I DIDN'T SLEEP.

-Panther-chan

Manitoba: Vengeance

A brown-and-red plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, a matching denim jacket, a dark-brown suede cowboy hat, and dark snake-skin boots – plus the grass stalk poking out of the corner of his mouth: it was definitely Manitoba. The woman smiled and walked up to the truck.

"Heya Ukraine," he welcomed from the driver's seat in his dusty red pickup. She smiled and waved.

"Can I have a ride?"

"Sure, hop in. I'm headin' over ta Canada's place fer a supper thing he sets up once a month. You wanna come?"

"Okay!"

And off they went, driving to the main house where the provinces and territories would meet every month to discuss business, citizens, and have fun as a family. On the way they had to stop for gas and he asked Ukraine to watch the truck while he went into the station to pay.

When he was gone, three men and a woman in leather jackets, pants and boots approached the car. One of them whistled, and the poor woman inside didn't know what to do. "This here's a nice truck. Old, but in good shape. Could fetch a pretty penny."

"Yep," the woman spoke. "Denny's lookin' for the old ones now. Says he's starting up a collection."

"'Scuse me, I'd like to get to my vehicle now." Ukraine sighed in relief when the four would-be thieves ran off. "Sorry 'bout that, Ukraine. Some o' my citizens ain't the nicest 'o people."

"Oh, I don't mind. It gives the world variety!"

He chuckled good-naturedly. "That it does."

The next day, the four who had considered stealing his precious truck, which he had named "Ducky", were found dead in a ditch with the letter M carved onto their forehead.

When Matthew realised that it was his Manitoba that had done it he called the man up and asked why.

"They were your own citizens! Why would you kill them?"

He heard a sniff on the other side and assumed Manitoba was being sentimental again. "They tried to steal Ducky."

The nation felt the urge to slap himself in the face, but resisting. Instead, he sighed tiredly and replied, "Well, instead of killing your own people, why don't you focus on keeping England out of our borders? He tends to get drunk around this time of year and then he decides he'd like to reminisce about the era where I was part of his empire."

"Right, then. I'll speak to ya later, Mattie. Have fun over at yer house, ya hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Manitoba."

"Right then!"

The other man hung up and his leader sighed tiredly, deciding he wanted to talk to Quebec for a little while to rest his mind.

Unknown to him until a later hour, three victims were tied up in Manitoba's basement while he spent some time cleaning his hunting rifles and his saws. He conveniently forgot about them being down there.

Guess who's next?

I think it's North-West Territories... mebbe...

-Panther-chan