All of a sudden the personification of the second largest country in the world disappeared without a trace.
The decline of the country started not long after. First it was the territories, as Nunavut fell to Denmark. America, always the hero, was quick to realize the danger his brother country was in, and moved in from the north, taking over the Yukon territories, claiming them as part of Alaska. The Northwest territories fell to the inescapable forces from both sides, unable to defend itself.
America moved quickly, determined to protect what was left of Canada, and crept up from the south, and took the east coast. Quebec fortified itself, abandoning its sister provinces.
France and England would not stay quiet with America's growing power, and France reached out to Quebec, offering support. England attacked the provinces America had already claimed to prevent any further growth. Due to this America stopped his quest to claim Canada and turned his attention to protecting what part of Canada he had already won.
The rest of the unclaimed provinces took advantage of this distraction to ally their forces in a desperate attempt to keep the country together. But all the countries knew that without the personification of the country, Canada wouldn't last long.
America, England, and France were all fighting each other, all of them wanted to protect a country they had once considered family. But in the process, they were tearing what was left of it apart. One by one, each country realized it. None wanted to be the first to give way. All of them waited for some sign, some great "thing" to provide a reason.
Finally, with almost nothing left of a once great country, the reason came from the least expected place.
A child, with blond hair, a stray curl and purple eyes, covered with cuts, scars and bruises, holding a white bear tight to his chest.
"Who am I?"