Chapter 6: Things Just Got International

~A few hours earlier~

"[Fine... I'll help and keep in touch, but if anything happens to you, I'm telling Canada, okay?]" The trio nodded. It was probably the best they were going to get from the Quebecer, anyway. Thanking him, they rose from the couch and left.

Quebec watched them walk down the block and turn the corner from the window, worrying about his cousins deep down as he budded his cigar and fetched another.

A sudden movement, however, caught his eye. Eyeing the door frame, he saw a fly-away hair peeking out. Quebec's frown deepened.

"[You have been listening in, haven't you?]" The Quebecer asked as a woman with glasses and a curl much like his own appeared from behind the door frame. Quebec mentally kicked himself for giving into Canada's puppy dog face and letting Ontario stay at his place for the night. "[I thought you were sleeping or something, Ontario.]"

"I was until you came upstairs." She answered, most likely the truth, based on the fact that she was still in her night wear. "Then I got hungry and came down..." Her eyes narrowed at him. "...And heard some very interesting news."

Quebec looked her over cautiously. "[And that would be?]" Ontario straightened up, putting her hands on her hips. Her authoritive side was out.

"The Province of New Brunswick has disappeared. Those Maritimers haven't told Canada... And apparently neither have you."

"[A promise is a promise.]"

"Well I never promised them anything, and this could be serious. Canada has to know." By now, Ontario and Quebec were staring each other down, the couch in between them.

"[Not that I don't see your point, but I told them that if something happens, I will call Canada.]"

"And how do you know if something will happen? How do you know if they will actually call you? We aren't exactly 'friends' with them."

"[Maybe not you...]" Quebec smirked as he watched her scowl at him. If there was anyone that could get under Ontario's skin, it was Quebec. Of course, this went vice-versa. "[But me and the Maritimes seem to have a bit of an understanding.]"

Ontario said nothing to that, but let her gaze dart to Quebec's left. Catching this, Quebec followed it to find his home phone. Realizing what she was planning, he jumped for the phone, Ontario going for it right after. Unfortunately, neither reached the phone as they smacked into each other, and began wrestling on the floor.

After a few minutes of hitting, bilingual cussing, and childish name-calling, Quebec's head connected with the edge of the coffee table, knocking him out. Ontario stared at him, shocked, before crawling to his form and cautiously grabbing his head.

"No blood... But that's one hell of a bruise..." She said out loud. Thankfully, their kind were not made fragile. What would be fatal for a human would be a small inconvenience to them. Slowly lifting up part of Quebec, Ontario dragged him up the stairs, and into his room. Putting him on the bed, she stretched her back, winded from the labour. Taking a look around, she found some rope in his room. At first she wondered why he had rope, but shrugged it off, walking out of his room, shutting the door, and tied the rope around the doorknob, then tying the other end of the rope around the handle of the door across the small hallway. The woman tested it out, making sure neither door would open. Satisfied, she made her way down to the kitchen, just remembering her hunger.

Taking a green apple from Quebec's fridge, Ontario took a bite as she walked into the livingroom and picked up the phone, which had fallen over in the earlier struggle. She was thinking of using her Iphone, but that would mean going ALL the way up the stairs again. This was much quicker to her!

Dialing Canada's number, Ontario took another bite as she waited for an answer.

"Hello?" Came Canada's voice. Ontario quickly swallowed her food before replying.

"Hello Canada, it's me, Ontario. Listen, I just came across some important news..."

~Over to Canada~

Canada was now suited up, on a plane heading to Quebec city. He had just learned a few hours earlier from Ontario that New Brunswick had gone missing, and the rest of the Maritimes were looking for him. Canada tried calling them, but to no avail: PEI apparently got a new number (another stalking incident, perhaps?), Nova Scotia answered but denied it all, then hanged up and shut off her phone after Canada told her of his suspicions, and he didn't even know Cape Breton's number for some reason.

The only luck he did have was with New Acadia, who answered and told him some things, like that New Brunswick was in America. Canada asked her to phone her siblings, but not to tell them about him, then to phone back.

Having just got off the phone with her the second time, he mentally listed some of the newer information she told: The Maritimes were in the New England region, looking for New Brunswick, Cape Breton's car smelled worse than shit, New Brunswick left his cell at his house, and Cape Breton and PEI's phone numbers. Canada tried to call them, but only got hung up on. Obviously the Maritimers did not want him butting in.

Getting off the plane, Canada looked around for a familiar face. Spotting it, he walked over to America, who turned to see him approaching.

"There ya are, Mattie!" He exclaimed loudly, causing a few stares in his direction. America ignored them, though, dashing to his brother and walking him out of the airport. During the ride to Quebec's place, Canada informed America about what he had learned.

"Sounds pretty serious, dude." America said after Canada explained everything. "If you gotta picture of New Whatsits, I could send it over to some of my States and they could keep they're eyes out for him."

"New Brunswick." Canada corrected.

"Bless you!" America said.

"Very funny, Al, and thanks."

~At Quebec's house~

"So, why are we here, again?" America asked, looking at Quebec's house. It wasn't as... Grand as he expected. Rather, it looked comfy and simple.

"According to Ontario," Canada started. "Quebec has a sort of Alliance with the Maritimes... I've tried calling them, but they won't answer me, but they might answer Quebec. If we can get Quebec to co-operate with us, then we can get a hold of the Maritimes and find out what's going on and if it's something serious."

"Got it, dude!" America gave Canada a thumbs up before heading into the house. His brother followed after.

Inside, they were greeted by Ontario, who was currently cooking dinner, which was just simple Mac n' Cheese.

"So." Canada mumbled after swallowing a bite of Mac. "How's Quebec doing?"

"Hasn't made a sound yet." Ontario answered. "Meaning he's probably still out."

"Then that means we can come up with a plan to get him on our side!" America said, his mouth half-full. Swallowing, he stood up, fists clenched in anticipation. "Here's my plan: When he wakes up, he'll probably be hungry, right? So we just lay some food by his door, maybe get a fan to blow the smell into his room! He'll get hungry, demand the food in exchange for co-operation! Then we'll get the Maritimes, find Brunswick-Dude, and I'll be the Hero!" At that last part, America struck out a pose. The two Canadians stared at him.

"That's not a bad idea..." Canada said.

"Except for the fact that Quebec is not some cheese-eating surrendering monkey- Hey! are you listening to me!?" While Ottawa was talking, America refilled his bowl of Mac and bounded up the stairs, ignoring her all the way. Ontario ran after him, trying to get his attention, while Canada just sighed and followed them.

Upon catching up to them, he saw America holding the bowl of mac in one hand, and a running fan in the other. Ontario was yelling insults at the door, which reply back with French swears.

Sounds like Quebec had finally woken up.

For the next few minutes, America tried to convince Quebec with food, Ontario and Quebec had an bilingual insult match, and Canada tried to get everyone to calm down, only to be ignored.

America suddenly walked over to Canada. "Hey Canada, can you hold onto this for a sec? Thanks!" Before Canada could say a word, he found the bowl of food in his hands while America walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He shrugged, resuming his attempts to quiet the bickering duo.

Inside the bathroom, America zipped up his pants and flushed the toilet.

"Man, all this Hero-ing is hard work." He said. America checked his reflection in the mirror, giving himself a smile, until his cell phone buzzed in his pant's pocket. Taking it out, he read the text from the President, who was asking him how things were going. America typed about the situation and how he was going to save the day. As he was putting his phone back into the pocket, he could hear Ontario shouting from the other room. "Jeez." America said to himself. "This would be so much easier if Frenchie would just co-operate, or if there was someone else who knows about the Mariti-" The American stopped short as an idea donned on him. "That's it!" He yelled, snapping his fingers. Whipping out his phone, America scrolled through his history until he found the number he was looking for. He waited for an answer.

"Hello?" Came a voice.

"Hey Maine! I was wondering if ya seen Canada's Maritime provinces! ... You haven't... Well, thanks. See ya." America hung up, slightly disappointed. Going back to his contact list, he scrolled for another number. Finding it, he clicked on it. There were a few rings before a voice replaced it.

"Hello?"

"Yo, Massanator! Wassup?" America said, rather loudly, into the phone.

"I told ya not to fuckin' call me that!" Massachusetts growled back.

"Alright, bro! Jeez! Anyway, I gotta serious question to ask ya!"

"What is it?" America heard the state huff.

"Have you seen Canada's Maritime Provinces?" There was a pause, before Massachusetts answered. "You have? ... New Brunswick, too? Dude, that's awesome! Where are they? ... Louisiana? ... Okay, man. Thanks. Bye." America, with a determined smile, leaped from the bathroom to the hallway, where the Canadians were still bickering.

"Who's up for a trip to Louisiana!?"


[A/N- Yay! An update! So now it looks like This just got international. Well, more so. Actual nations are involved, now. Is it me, or are these chapters getting longer? It also feels weird not writing in an accent, too.

That's kinda how I imagine Ontario's and Quebec's relationship is like. They fight, but they don't hate each other to death.

Also, just a reminder for Story 4, or the Halloween special. Vote for who you want to hear a scary story from! More details in the story.

Review please! I don't mind suggestions for stories, either.]