Happy Post-Apocalipse, everyone! Any survivors? For those who have, I've gotta special story for you! It's a re-enactment of an event that really happened!

This is said to be a radio conversation of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities (you know what's gonna happen~) off the coast of Newfoundland in October 1995. Radio conversation released by the chief of naval operations, 10-10-95.

To bad this isn't real (Thank you Dark Void Princess 21 for telling me), though I'm sure we all wish it was!

Divert Your Course!

The representation of Newfoundland was currently sipping some tea when she checked the radar. She spotted a dot heading towards them on the monitor.

"Looks ta be a 'Merican." Labrador said beside her, looking at the screens before him. Newfoundland picked up the radio speaker and pressed the button. She waited until there was a response from the other side before speaking.

"Please divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision." She said, changing to the 'Standard' accent instead of her Islander one.

A moment later, Newfoundland received a response:

"Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the north to avoid a collision." It sounded like one of America's states, but neither she nor Labrador could tell which one.

Newfoundland looked at the speaker in diselief. She pressed the button to speak.

"Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision." Beside her, Labrador rolled his eyes and muttured something along the lines of 'Stubborn Americans'.

"This is the captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course!" The unknown state replyed.

"No," Newfoundland said, annoyance in her voice. "I say again, you divert YOUR course!"

"This is the Aircraft Carrier US LINCOLN, the second largest ship in the United States Atlantic Fleet. We are accompanied with three Destroyers, three Cruisers, and numorous support vessels. I DEMAND that you change your course 15 degres north. I say again, that's one-five degrees north, or couter-measures will be taken to ensure the safety of this ship!"

"This is a lighthouse. Your call."

The woman smiled smugly as she put the speaker down and joined Labrador to watch the dot on the radar turn a bit southwards.

[A/N- I decided to extend into Atlantic Canada for this one, considering that's where the story took place.

Readers can imagine whatever state was speaking, I just wanted to put one in. I feel this gives a good insight of the American-Canadian relationship:

We tease eachother (just watch some TV) and sometimes fight, but in the end, things somehow work out between us.

In short: typical sibling behaviour.

As for my Newfoundland and Labrador OCs, I am putting their base personalities here. Something for me to look back on when I write them in the future. Here they are:

Newfoundland: She has a great sense of humour and is a real comedian! She can take Newfie Jokes, but only for so long. She can hold her liquor, but is quite the angry drunk, and will clobber anyone who tells Newfie Jokes or talks about unemployment when intoxicated. NF prefers that only those close to her can call her Newfie, as that she won't know whether the stranger who calls her one is joking or being mean. She can switch between her Islander accent and the 'Standard' accent (if there is one). Due to the high unemployment at her place, she can get sick rather easily and tands to travel west for work like the Maritimes. Protective when it comes to Labrador. May have the sight and magic abilities, mostly celtic-based.

NF had spent most of her life crossdressing as a guy due to the power difference between the genders with humans. Even today, she has a rather ambigious appearence. There are also rumours floating around that she was the viking settlement Vinland, but nothing has been proven.

Appearence: Purple-blue eyes, short messy light blond hair, pale skin and freckles. Tends to wear a big coat most of the time and a scaf with the NFLD tartan pattern.

Labrador: Not a dog. Rather quiet and introverted, due to his place not being the easiest to get to and personally because of some racism that happened decades before. The only people Labrador really talks and opens up to to is Newfoundland, sometimes Quebec (Not much these days), and the First Nations that visit his home. Inuit, for example. Not very good at holding his liquor and tends to get depressed when drunk. He may occasionally leave for work out west, but not as much as NF.

Labrador is even more invisible than New Brunswick! He also has rumours about him being another viking settlement called Markland. May have the sight and some magic abilities, but Aboriginal-based.

Appearence: Looks obviously Native American, but with paler skin. Brown or hazel eyes (undecided). Short dark brown hair. Wears a necklace of animal bones/teeth around his neck.

That's their charts so far. Hopefully I can flesh them out more as I write more fics and look up more of their history.]