Nico: And here's the last (well technically it's a bonus) chapter of Before the War! I am sorry I didn't update for the past two days, I was caught up in homework.

Plus, it's getting cold where I live, and I'm trying to get used to typing with mittens on. I'm still cold...

Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA: AXIS POWERS!


After Britain and Theodore had left, Matthew returned to his home, where he was welcomed by loud rallies, and his people enlisting to war.

"Mr. Williams!"

Matthew turned around to see his boss, Robert Borden. "Oh, hello Mr. Borden, sir."

"Did you come back from your trip to Britain?" Noticing the nation nod, he continued. "Wonderful!"

"How are the rallies going?" Matthew dared to ask.

"Marvelously," Matthew's boss smiled. "I think we'll have exceeded our promised quota for Britain. However, the French Canadians are still against enlisting to war."

"And the Aboriginals?" Matthew asked.

"What about them?" Matthew felt a bit unhappy to hear his boss sound as if he knew nothing about the Aboriginals. Canada, once known as Kanata(1) to the Aboriginals, shared a deep bond with the Aboriginals. However, when the European settlers came after their explorers, Canada was claimed by the English, his northern territory, and the French, his southern regions(2). Canada had a hard time following the two, as they seemed to be polar opposites, and had a slight rivalry towards the other.

Canada however learned a lot from all the different cultures. His care for nature, and everything that lives in his land comes from the Aboriginals. They taught him how to hunt, and how to use everything around him to his advantage. His French language and his excellent cooking came from Francis who had taught Matthew as well as a country known as Seychelles, although she preferred fish. He taught him the necessities of cooking and many other things that should never be mentioned to a developing nation when they are at the delicate, youth stage of growing. His pickiness in food came from both Britain and France, pickiness for only the finest 100% pure Canadian maple syrup(3) was allowed on his pancakes.

Life wasn't easy for Matthew, having two fathers, a brother, and all his people begging for his attention. Having Arthur and/or Francis as a father was not very good; Arthur was a horrible cook and could never be considered a "people person", while Francis was a pervert and spread his "knowledge" to the youngest of nations. Matthew was always overshadowed by his southern brother, Alfred F. Jones, the man of America, the source of 99% of his stress.

"Well... how are things in... the reserves?" Matthew forced the words out. If there was anything he hated, it was that word. After the signing of Treaty 6, on August 1876, Aboriginals were forced into reserves, which was another term for the phrase "small strips of land Matthew's boss doesn't want." Matthew watched in horror as his friends were abused and died before his eyes. They had nowhere to go, in America they were killed, in Canada they were mistreated and depressed. Matthew felt the pain of failing his indigenous people.

"All's fine!" Borden said, but Matthew knew he was lying. In his ears he could hear his people praying to the spirits and him for help. He could see them in pain through his glasses. He could not do anything, even a nation, the possibly strongest life-form in the world, was weak compared to their people and their boss.

"And how about the immigrants?" Matthew asked. Recently he had opened his doors to immigrants from across the globe. He had gotten many people from China and Korea, some from Germany, Austria, and many anxious settlers from Ukraine. He had received a tearful thanks from Ukraine, she promised that she would pay him back some day.

"Blending in wonderfully!" Matthew was questionable of his boss, all nations were. To all of the country's leaders, their strongest weapon was not a tank or a machine gun, but the power they receive from their country.

Then Matthew felt a sharp pain travel throughout him. "Gah!"

"Mr. Williams! Are you alright?" Borden asked.

Words and pictures flashed in front of Matthew's eyes. Then he looked up at his boss, his eyes as wide as saucers. He spoke in a louder voice, "Sir, what is this 'War Measure's Act'?"


Nico: Cliff hanger again! This bonus chapter is dedicated to Matthew Williams!

For those of you who read my hint last chapter, yeah I'm Canadian. I live in a town, which I call "Canada's Canada" a place people don't know of... So, hopefully this will bring in more Canadian readers? Yes (Yay)? No (It's Canadian made though!)?

For first time Hetalia readers:

-Canada is often forgotten by others

-Canada is often mistaken for America (funny fact: I was watching the English Dub of Hetalia and America called Canada "Canadia" and later on Canada's polar bear Kumajirou asks him "Who are you?" and Canada replies "I'm Canadia" which leads me to wonder if it was a joke or if the people in America, who dubbed the anime, really think Canada is "Canadia", this worries me...)

Notes:

1. Fact, I think "Kanata" was and Iroquoian word for "village" or "settlement" (fun fact, the first time I saw the word, I thought it said Katana... no more samurai anime for me... or not.)

2. It's quite funny actually. I learned about this in Civics class, and I was close to laughing. See, in Canada most people live in the southern area since it was warmer and there were more resources. France and Britain fought over Canada, Britain apparently won and took the northern parts of Canada, and France took the southern parts (which is where Canada's vital regions are) I lol'd.

3. I just wanted to add a note: Maple Syrup is the BEST Emotional Panacea!

...no translations...

And the first arc is over! I'll be posting up a new chapter of Requiem of Rain soon. What's after that? A brand new arc of Diplomacy!

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