Ottawa, Parliament Hill, a week later
Canada let out a sigh. In the next few minutes, the other Nations would start arriving at the hill and the meeting would begin.
The first to arrive was France. He'd been staying at Canada's house so they arrived only a few minutes apart.
China and Japan were next. They came at the same time, and waved a quick hello towards Canada before taking their seats.
The nordics came in next as a group. Denmark was over excited as always, Sweden was clinging protectively to Finland and Norway and Iceland stayed silent, watching as the chaos started to unfold when the Italies arrived with Spain and Germany.
Soon enough, Austria and Hungary joined, with the Netherlands not too far behind, who quickly went to join Canada's company.
England was next to arrive and immediately got into an argument with France. Canada had tried his best to break the fight up, but to no ones surprise, he failed to stop the fight.
Russia arrived next, with Ukraine and Belarus. Belarus stuck with Russia where he sat down in silence watching France and England's argument, while Ukraine went to greet Canada.
America was next, as he busted through the door yelling about his excitement to be in Canada.
Greece then entered, his Cats following closely behind him. He quickly went to his seat and laid down his head immediately to go to sleep.
Soon enough, everyone else had arrived at the hill and the meeting was to begin.
The meeting passed relatively well. America had his usual spiel about McDonald's and killer robots, France went on about Love while Italy talked about Pasta. Russia kept on threatening the poor Baltics from across the table and England was repeatedly putting America down, all the while Germany and Canada tried their best to keep everyone in line.
Despite all the interruptions and arguments, The meeting progressed at a relatively good pace.
As the Meeting came to an end, Canada attempted to bring attention to himself so he could make an announcement, only for nearly no one to notice him. Canada let out a sigh,
"Oh, This is an important announcement and no one is listening..." Netherlands put a hand on Canada's shoulder to try an comfort him,
"He, me and Ukraine notice you," Canada let out an exasperated chuckle,
"Yeah, b-but the others need to hear it, it's, uh, very important," Netherlands let out a huff and stood up,
"Iedereen, luister! Canada has a very important Announcement to make!" He shouted, and everyone's attention was on him. Canada smiled and quietly thanked Netherlands, then stood up, and cleared his throat,
"Y-yes, as Netherlands said, I have a v-very important announcement," there were some hushed whispers across the table. Canada rarely spoke up at meetings, so for him to have an important announcement, well, that must mean it was something truly important, "To put things simply, w-we Nations are not the only P-Personifications..." he paused to take a few steps away from his spot at the table as his brief words sent even more murmurs through the group, "I-I have 13 kids, who are my p-provinces and T-Territories..." he began walking away and to the door that was behind him. Everyone stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt, too interested in what Canada was saying. Canada open the door slightly and poked his head in, "alright, guys, c-come on in," he said quietly. He then opened the door much wider and 13 people entered the room, their ages ranging from 10 years old to 19 years old.
"HEY! I know that kid! He helped me at the airport in Alberta!" The kid in question nodded his head,
"It's nice ta formerly meet ya, America," The kid nodded his head and grinned wide,
"Yeah, zat kid over zere kept calling me German Boy vhen I met him In Sassy-sketchie-won," Germany spoke up, pointing to a young man with floppy brown hair. The kid gave Germany a look of anger before speaking up,
"Fuck you for mispronouncing my name, it's not that hard, German boy," Before Germany could speak up once again, Denmark shouted above everyone,
"Hej Hej Hej! That's the guy I meet at the New Me!" The young man Denmark was pointing at nodded,
"Oui, Je m'appelle le Nouveau-Brunswick, c'est agréable de rencontrer toutes the nations in Person," he spoke in a mixture of French and English as he introduced himself. France was next to speak up, and was quick to ridicule New Brunswick's French-English speaking patterns,
"Oh, zat iz not 'ow you speak French, mon Ami,"
"FUCK OFF!" Another one of the young men spoke up, and yelled at France. France instantly recognized him as the young man who had called him a 'French Idiot-Bastard',
"Ah, so if all of you are Mon Petit Mathieu's Provinces-"
"and Territories," another interrupted,
"And Territories, zen I azzume you who 'ates me iz ze Province of Ontario, non?" The young man nodded his head, glaring at France,
"Yes, I'm fucking Ontario, and you're Fucking France, and I fucking hate you, so fuck off. I don't even want to fucking be here, but I didn't fucking have a fucking choice, so please leave my fucking line of site," England laughed at Ontario's hatred for France, only to be shut up by another blond man yelling in French,
"et je te déteste, Angleterre! vous êtes une vraie Plotte, alors ne pensez pas que la France est la seule à être détestée! si quoi que ce soit, je te déteste encore plus!" England looked to the young man then to France, looking for a Translation,
" 'e said zat 'e 'ated you and zat you shouldn't Zink zat moi iz ze only one who iz 'ated... 'e also called you a... well, I'm not exactly sure what 'e called you, but it zounded like ball of wool." England nodded then turned to Canada,
"So, Canadia, will you so kindly introduce us to all to these children of yours?" Everyone turned to Canada and awaited him to speak up,
"R-right, Uhm, w-well, I suppose I'll let them introduce themselves," He turned to a pale young man with long black hair in a loose ponytail, "BC, We'll start W-West to East, so you go first," The young man nodded, then cleared his throat,
"Shì de, dàjiā hǎo, my name is British Columbia, or BC and I'm the West Coast," Everyone turned to look at China, surprised by BC speaking Mandarin. China shrugged,
"I don't know why he is speaking My language, do not look at me, aru," The others all shrugged or nodded and looked back to the front where the Provinces and Territories were. BC took a step back and the next young man stepped forward. He had messy, Sandy brown hair and pale purple eyes,
"Howdy y'all, m'name's Alberta, an' I'm one of the Prairie Provinces!" He introduced himself with an over dramatic bow that was quickly interrupted by the young man with the floppy brown hair smacking him on the back,
"Ignore the Idiot, I'm Saskatchewan. That's Sass-Katch-a-wan, y'hear? It pisses me off when foreigners mispronounce my name..." He glared towards Germany, "So yeah, I'm the second Prairie Province," The next person to step forward was the young man Iceland recognized as being The quiet Logan. He had short, blond hair and the small glasses he wore shielded his bright purple eyes,
"Uh, I'm the last Prairie Province, Manitoba. I used to be super tiny, but I've since grown,"
"Hah! Your land may have fucking expanded, but that doesn't fucking change that fact that you're still fucking tiny!" The dirty blond man with the thick eyebrows commented loudly, leaning on Manitoba in a joking manner, "Ontario, by the way..." his gaze travelled to France, "Fuck you," he looked to England , "you suck as well, but you're better then the Frenchie," All the other nations turned to both France and England,
"I am unfamiliar with the Canadian history, why does Ontario hate you two so much?" Russia spoke up, tilting his head, confused. France and England looked to each other then to Canada and America and gulped,
"Uh, well, As nations and as our own person, we've all done terrible things. When Me and France were still colonizing Canada, well, you're all aware of how much we hate each other, so ba-"
"We'd be 'ere all day if we were to explain why, but I zink it's easiest to just say zat mistakes were made and wars were waged," Russia nodded,
"khorosho, Continue with the introductions," Ontario nodded and looked to a different Blond young man,
"Bonjour, je suis le Québec et je suis avec l'Ontario quand je dis que je déteste vraiment la France et l'Angleterre, bien que la France soit encore tolérable," nearly everyone turned to look at France for the translation, however before France could speak up, the young man sighed loudly,
"I said, 'ello, I am Québec, and I'm with Ontario when I say I really 'ate both France and England, though France is more tolerable," Québec repeated in English as he rolled his eyes, "really, you are all nations who are 'undreds of years old, I'd 'ave t'ought zat you would 'ave learnt at least ze basics of Françias," Russia scoffed,
"As if I would ever learn French. Me and France have not had the very good relationship, and I'm more then confident Angliya feels same," England nodded. Québec was about to speak up again when yet another blond man spoke up,
"Let's not get inta de past, and jus' continue with our introductions, yeah?" He didn't wait for an answer and went to introduce himself, "M'name's New Brunswick, I'm firs' of de Maritime Provinces," He turned to look at the lone woman, who had medium length, brown tinted Ginger hair and Green-blue eyes,
"T'anks fer dat, Brunsie," she smiled to New Brunswick then turned to look at the nations, "I'm Nova Scotia, de secon' Maritime Province. De las' Maritime Province is-"
"Oh, Shut up, will ye, aye'm able ta introduce meself!" One of the younger looking men slapped Nova Scotia, his Large eyebrows furrowing as he grumbled something under his breath. He turned his attention back up to where the Nations were staring at him, "right, Well, Aye'm Prince Edward Island, doe dat's a bit o' a mout'ful, so ye all can call me PEI, or Edward. Either works," he finished, leaving the Nations confused at his almost-Scottish accent. Before anyone could speak up, the man oldest in appearance stepped up. He had dirty blond hair that was on the ginger side, and thick eyebrows that matched England's while still having blue eyes like France's.
"We're Confusin' T'em, aye'd lay off on t'e accent, PEI," He said with a heavy, Irish-like Accent,
"No, dat's fecking stupid, Aye will not lay off on de Accent, now why don't ye stop confusin' 'em an' introduce yerself?!" The man waved off PEI,
"If yer gonna continue wit' yer accent, t'en I'se gonna continue wit' mine..." He turned to the Nations who were staring at him in confusion, "Roight, 'ello h'everyone, Me name's Newfoundland and Labrador, ye can call me Newfoundland, T'ough, an' Aye'll fookin' snap ye neck if anyone calls me Newfie! Only me ol' cocks can call me T'at, an' h'even t'en you're on T'in fookin' ice If you call me t'at!" Everyone looked at him surprised at the aggression the oldest Province showed. America tilted his head, then thought back to Ontario and Québec yelling at France and England. Then he remembered Saskatchewan's apparent dislike for Germany just because he had mispronounced his name... wow, that's kinda petty, He thought to himself,
"Tân'si, I am North West Territories, and as my name says, I am a Territory, not a Province so don't go messing it up, it's not the same thing. You may all call me North-West," a tanned man spoke up, politely waving to the nations,
"Yukon Nit'sîyhikâson, I am also a Territory," a different, younger looking tanned man said, smiling. He then turned to the youngest, who was clinging onto his arm, "Go on, Introduce yourself," The boy nodded,
"R-right! My name is Nunavut, and though my body is small, I'm the largest Territory or Province, but I'm very young so please be kind..." at that France and Spain were heard going 'awww'.
"O-Okay, t-that's everyone! Since this is the end of the meeting, feel free to mingle a-and ask questions and such," Canada announced after Nunavut introduced himself. At that everyone nodded and ran up to the various Provinces and Territories to learn more.
France and England steered clear of Ontario and Québec, and the two provinces did the same. England went to speak to PEI and Newfoundland, curious about their accents, while France went to New Brunswick to criticize his Acadian French.
Iceland was quick to join up with Manitoba, the sense of familiarity coming from the young province still being nearly overwhelming.
China and Japan felt a pull to BC so they went to talk with him, despite his bird on his shoulder having an apparent dislike for Japan.
Alberta and Saskatchewan began arguing with each other until America arrived to break up their argument and start a friendly conversation about raising cattle and growing Wheat and Barley for Beer. Upon over hearing Bear, Germany soon joined the conversation where he and Saskatchewan decided to start over and they bonded over their love for the Alcoholic drink.
Spain immediately went over to see Nunavut, and started gushing over the small boy, and asking questions. North-West and Yukon stuck with Nunavut, not wanting for the youngest to leave their sights.
The two Italies were approached by the England look-alike, Ontario, who immediately began obsessing over his love for Italian cuisine.
Nova Scotia was approached by Hungary, and they made quick friends as they began to talk about being women surrounded by men.
Various other Nations talked amongst themselves until the sun began to set, at which point Canada, with the help of Ukraine and Netherlands, started ushering everyone out. Greece was the last to leave, as he was almost forgotten due to him staying silent since he had been asleep.
With all the Nations gone, Canada sat in his seat and slumped over with a heavy sigh,
"Kânata, Tânisi?" Canada simply nodded,
"Ah, Kîyam, Kîyam, Nunavut," he waved off Nunavut and slid down further in his chair, "I'm just stressed, is all, no need to worry, petite feuille," Nunavut nodded and ran to join up with North-West and Yukon.