End of the day, leaving the Hill
Alberta
America was more then surprised when he learnt that Canada's Provinces were also personified. He was even more surprised when he learnt that the Austin he met At the airport was one of them.
As he was leaving the building, he ran to meet with Alberta, wanting to talk more with the younger personification.
"Yo, 'Berta, dude, wait up!" He called. The apparent teen stopped his talk with Saskatchewan, and waved goodbye to the other prairie province as he slowed down to match the pace of America's,
"Howdy, 'Merica, how's it goin', huh?" America smiled at Alberta's Accent. It reminded him of one of his own many accents that could be found in the south of his land. Who would've known that Canada had his own Cowboys... quite literal cowboys, too, as he'd learnt earlier while talking with Alberta and Saskatchewan. They loved their Cattle. America turned to Alberta to answer his question,
"I'm not too bad, though the meeting before you dudes came out was as crazy as usual... by the way, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Alberta chuckled, and brushed off some of his hair that had gotten in his eyes,
"Well, I was..." Alberta paused, "I suppose I was born on September firs', 1905, which would make meeeeee... a hun're'-fif'een! I'm a hun're'-fif'een years old!" Alberta smiled proudly. America nodded,
"And Saskatchewan?" Alberta's smile faded,
"Also September firs', 1905. We were split from North-West, who at the time was known as Rupert's Land... North-West said he felt a lotta pain that day when he was split into me and Saskatchewan," America inwardly flinched at that. He'd spoken to Lithuania before. Though it had been brief, Lithuania had shared his many experiences of being nearly torn apart as his land was taken from him multiple times. He wondered if Canada had felt that pain, even if it was small, then he thought back to his states. They weren't personified like Canada's Provinces which he found strange, but he had never felt a pain when Texas, Alaska or Hawaii had joined him, just a weird tingly feeling as more land was made his, "I better get goin', 'Merica, but I'll be in town for another day if ya wanna stop by, I'm staying at Hotel Fairmont Château Laurier. It's on Firs' Rideau Street, kinda hard to miss it. Just ask the front desk for Austin Williams and show 'em your ID and they'll call me down," Alberta Said as he picked up his pace and ran off, presumably to go to the Hotel he was staying at. America waved as Alberta ran away and he thought to Alberta's words. Perhaps he will visit him.
British Columbia
China was admittedly quite interested in BC. The young man bore a strange, vague resemblance towards the Older nation, while still somehow looking like Canada in some weird way. Maybe it was the bright, Purple eyes the boy had, or perhaps it was simply his body and face structure. Either way, China wanted to learn more about him, so when the meeting was dismissed he ran up to join BC as they walked out of the Parliament building and past the Centennial Flame,
"Suǒyǐ, bēi shī s-"
"Eng'ish, please," China quirked an eyebrow,
"Why do you say you prefer English when you occasionally use Chinese words, aru?" BC shrugged, and pet Stella, who had been silently sleeping on his shoulder nearly the whole day. The bird, which China had learnt was a Steller's Jay, made a repetitive noise like 'Wek-Wek' as BC ruffled his feathers,
"It jus' kinda comes out. I have a lot of Chinese immigrants living on my land, and y'know how it works, since there's a lot of them, it leaks into my speech," China nodded. That did make sense. He remembered back when the New World was discovered by France's people in 1491, and when the Canadian Pacific Railway was being constructed in 1881 and a bunch of his own citizens had travelled to British Columbia, who was still a Colony at that point, to help construct the CPR. He remembered the pain his People had felt and the sorrow the families felt. He shook the negative thoughts and memories away, not wanting to dwell on the past,
"And you officially became a Canadian Province when you were promised that Railway you wanted in 1871, so that wou-"
"I'm a hundred-for'y-nine, yes, but if we're countin' my time as a colony then I'm a hundred-Six'y-nine," China nodded. So young, yet still old by human standards. He was about to ask another question when He was interrupted by a guitar strumming coming From BC's pocket,
"In a Crooked little town, They
We're lost and never found
Fallen leaves, Fallen Leaves
Fallen leaves... On the grou-
God damnit, where is my pho- Ah ha! Here it is!" China watched as BC pulled his phone out and answered the call, "Hello?... yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes, Marcand, I got caugh' up in a work mee'ing... yes, I have the money, Marcand!... okay, yes, bye," he hung up then looked guiltily to China, "I Gotta go, I have an... Appointmen' in a bit that I can't miss, but if you wanna con'act me af'er I'm done, I'm staying at Hotel Fairmont Château Laurier. Ask for William Kirkland-Williams an' show your ID at the fron' desk and they'll ping me to come down if I'm there," and with That, BC was gone, dashing down the streets, Stella flying after him.
New Brunswick
England was beyond intrigued when that PEI had started talking with a Scottish accent, and his interest only Skyrocketed when that Newfoundland spoke with an Irish accent, so when he approached them after the meeting he immediately got to questioning them. He later learnt that they way they were speaking were not Scottish and Irish accents, but two variants of what was known as a Maritime, or an Atlantic Canadian Accent. PEI spoke with a PEI maritime accent, while Newfoundland spoke with a Newfoundland and Labrador maritime Accent. After hearing them talk some more, England started to hear the subtle differences in how some words were pronounced or the expressions they used. Newfoundland called everyone a B'y, and PEI has this weird habit of taking Sharp inhales instead of saying yes. He had approached the short boy to ask to reconfirm that he was PEI, and the response he had gotten from the kid was him just taking an audible Breath in.
When the meeting was Dismissed, England walked out with France who was bothering him as always,
"Mon Dieu, That New Brunswick 'ardly speaks proper Françias, it 'urts mon soul so so much, the way 'e mangles it wit' English words, oh, It's Terrible!" France cried over dramatically. England rolled his eyes as they walked past one of the Statues lining the Parliament building on the side walk,
"I could say the same bloody thing about how he damages the English language with French words, Frog," France started laughing but was interrupted by New Brunswick himself pushing passed the two,
"ah, désolé vous deux, je ne voulais didn't mean to push you!" New Brunswick stopped to apologize and quickly began running off again. France and England looked at each other, then to a piece of paper that had fallen out of New Brunswick's pocket. It read 'Hotel Fairmont Château Laurier, 1st Rideau Street, Marc Williams'. England picked it up, and looked back to France who was also looking at the slip of paper,
"We should probably return that to New Brunswick, Angleterre," France commented,
"Yeah, Well, we better get going then... say, what did you learn about New Brunswick while you were talking to him?" France smiled,
"Well, 'e iz a 'undred-Fifty-T'ree since 'e was made a province at ze same time Mon petit Canada was made an official Country," England nodded, not asking anymore questions as they continued their walk to the Hotel in silence.
When they arrived at the hotel, England had to double check that they had gone to the right place, because at First Rideau Street was a large, stone castle with a roof similar to that of the Parliament building the meeting was held in. When England and France entered the massive building, they were greeted by a huge, fancy foyer and guards standing by the doors. France, who now had the paper, went up to the front desk, and before he could speak the lady at the desk spoke,
"Hello, Bonjour," France smiled,
"bonjour, mademoiselle, j'ai quelque chose qui appartient à quelqu'un qui séjourne dans cet hôtel," the woman took a moment to respond,
"Ah, Oui Oui, vous avez une identification?" France nodded and pulled out his wallet, thankful that he was able to speak his mother tongue in Canada and be understood. The lady checked France's ID and her eyes widened, "Ah, es-tu avec les treize représentants?" France nodded, not bothering to correct her grammar,
"Oui," The lady looked to England who was waiting behind France,
"I'm with him, yes," England answered before she could speak,
"I'm going to want to see your ID, then, Sir. If you two are wanting to speak to one of the Thirteen government reps, I have to verify you have permission," England sighed and pulled out his wallet, showing the lady his ID, "very well, you both are recognized as having permission, so which should I call down?" She smiled, a slight look of surprise on her face,
"Marc Williams," France answered. She nodded her head and turned to her computer, then dialled a number on the landline on her desk,
"Bonsoir, Monsieur Williams, un Monsieur Bonnefoy et un Monsieur Kirkland sont ici pour vous voir," She spoke. A brief moment passed and she spoke again, "Oui, Au revior," she looked up to meet eyes with France, "Il est en route, Monsieur," France nodded,
"T'at means 'e iz on ze way down," England Translated for England. England nodded, and went to take a seat at a sofa nearby. France followed him and took a seat next to him as they waiting for New Brunswick to come down. A few minutes passed and the Elevator dinged, which caught France and England's attention. They turned to see what it was, and when the door opened, New Brunswick stepped out,
"Bonsoir, you two. What did you call me down for, and how'd you know I was staying at this hotel?" France fished out the piece of paper from his pocket and presented it to New Brunswick, "Ah, Oui, you didn't have to return that, but Merci," He said taking the paper. England nodded and grabbed France's arm,
"Very well then, France and I must get going, so Goodbye, lad," New Brunswick smiled,
"Au revior," New Brunswick waved to the two older nations and smiled as they left through the fancy front doors of the hotel.
Manitoba
Manitoba just felt like home. Iceland couldn't quite put his finger on why, but there was something about the young Province that felt so familiar. Manitoba was a landlocked Province, so they had not connections over the sea, and the kid hardly knew any Icelandic, even if it was more then most. As the meeting was dismissed, Iceland stuck with Manitoba, wanting a break from the other Nordics. Manitoba was more then happy to have Iceland as company as they walked back to the Hotel Manitoba was staying at. Well, Hotel was one word you could call it. As they were walking to the hotel, Iceland pointed to a large Castle,
"I didn't realize that Canada had Castles," at that Manitoba started to Giggle,
"No, that's not a Castle, that's the Hotel that me and the other provinces and Territories are staying at," he spoke quickly. Iceland started at Manitoba, looking for any hints that he was joking,
"You're kidding? That? That's gotta be some sort of Luxury Hotel if it look like that!" Manitoba simply shrugged,
"I guess it is, but Canada insisted we stayed at Hotel Fairmont Château Laurier," Manitoba commented,
"Wow," Iceland said sarcastically, "and he made the rest of us Nations book our own hotels," Manitoba smiled. They were nearly at the entrance now, so when they arrived, he gave a quick wave to the guards outside and they entered to see a very elegant foyer. He approached the desk and showed his ID, which earned a surprised gasp from the lady at the Desk. She asked to see Iceland's as well and when she saw him she bowed her head and welcomed them before pointing to the elevators,
"Thank you, Je vous remercie," Manitoba smiled to the lady as they walked to the elevators and pressed the button to go up, "So, what would you like to ask me? You know I'm a hundred-Fifty, you know I speak some Icelandic, you know I'm fluent in both French and English, and I've told you some stories about when I was the Postage Stamp Province," Iceland thought for a second. He wanted to know why he felt such a strong pull to Manitoba,
"Why...Why do you feel so much like-like, Like home?" Manitoba tilted his head slightly and adjusted his small glasses,
"My land has the most Icelandic People... outside of your land of course," Iceland closed his eyes and tried to think only for the beginnings of a thought to be interrupted by a !Ding! From the Elevator. Manitoba stepped in and waited for Iceland, "Are you not gonna come? I thought you wanted to stay with me for longer?" Iceland shook his head,
"Yeah, but Noregi is probably worried about me since I didn't tell him I'd be with you, and I don't want to worry him... don't tell him I said that," he quickly added on. Manitoba nodded and grinned,
"Very well, Goodbye Iceland," he spoke as the doors began to close,
"Bless, Manitoba,"
North West Territories
Lithuania was glad the meeting was done. Sure, he'd gotten to talk with Poland and meet back up with Estonia and Latvia, but he also had an encounter with Russia, which terrified him. When the meeting was dismissed, he quickly went to leave the building and walk down to his hotel.
"Tâpwê Miyo-Kîsikaw, Âha?" Lithuania jumped at the sudden voice from behind him. He turned to look behind him to see one of Canada's Territories. North West Territories if he remembered correctly, "sorry, I meant it's a nice day out, isn't it?" Lithuania nodded nervously, still slightly jarred from the Territory's sudden appearance. North-West hummed, "you are Lithuania, Âha?" Lithuania nodded once again,
"Taip," he finally regained his composure to speak up and answer North-West. North-West smiled,
"If you do not mind, may you allow me to accompany you to your hotel? Yukon and Nunavut have gone off with a different nation, so I don't have much else to do," Lithuania gave yet another nod,
"I do not mind, is there anything you vish to speak about?" North-West shrugged,
"Not in particular, no," He smiled, flicking away a piece of thick black hair out of his face. Lithuania looked to North-West, confused at the young man's appearance. Yes, BC had black hair like the territories, but BC was also very Pale, while the three territories had darker skin. Lithuania decided not to question,
"How about you tell me about yourself, North-West?" At that North-West's smiles dimmed,
"Ah, well, I used to be called Rupert's Land if that's of any interest," North-West said. Lithuania quirked an eyebrow, "then I was split into Alberta and Saskatchewan... It was painful, but I'm glad it happened I guess...Now I have Them two as younger brothers," he attempted a smile. Lithuania placed a hand on North-West's shoulder,
"Oh, I've been there... Multiple times..." he sighed, trying to comfort North-West. North-West let out a huff,
"Yeah, but my split resulted in siblings. When you were split it was when you and the other Baltics left the Soviet Union, 'Mwac?" Lithuania nodded,
"Taip, but There were times before that, though it wasn't so much of splitting then it was of just simply losing land to another country," North-West nodded, and gave a weak smile,
"Let's talk about something else, Âha? You're somewhat northern are you not? Tell me about what you do during your winters," Lithuania Smiled back and began to talk about his winter traditions.
By the time Lithuania was done talking, they had arrived at his hotel, and it was time for North-West to head out to his hotel before it got dark,
"Kîhtwâm ka-wâpamitin," North-West said as he waved goodbye to Lithuania,
"Atsisveikina," Lithuania waved goodbye and entered the hotel's Foyer. Perhaps North-West could become his friend.
Saskatchewan
When Saskatchewan had said his goodbyes to Alberta as he ran off with America, he wasn't expecting anyone to approach him from behind, which was exactly what happened. Japan has come up to him and tapped on his shoulder to gain his attention,
"Sumimasen, Sasukachuwan-shū," He quickly turned to meet Japan,
"Yes, whatchu want?" Japan gave a smile,
"Uh, I was hoping you could you help me back to my hotel. I'm afraid I was not paying much attention when I walked from there to here, so I don't know where to go," Saskatchewan huffed and rolled his eyes,
"Fine, I haven't got anythin' better to do," he muttered. Japan smiled,
"Great! I'm staying at the Lord Elgin Hotel, do you know where that is?" Saskatchewan began to laugh, which confused Japan,
"That's hardly a fifteen minute walk from 'ere! Come, we just gotta step off the hill... watch out fer the tourists, there tend to be a lot at this Parliament when it gets dark," Japan paused,
"This Parliament? And why would tourists visit here at night?" Saskatchewan let out a sigh, and shook his head before speaking again,
"There's a Parliament buildin' in each Province and Territory, plus one for the whole Country. The one we had the meetin' in was the Canadian Parliament building, which is the most popular one," he paused, "as for why people would be here at night? Well, all ya hafta do is look righ' there," He pointed to a low water fountain in the middle of the pathway they were walking on. Except, there wasn't just water coming out of the fountain, there was a small fire burning. When Saskatchewan spotted Japan's look of surprise, he spoke up again, "That there's the Centennial Flame. Probably didn't notice it on your way here, huh?" Japan nodded,
"Hai, I thought it was a normal water fountain," Saskatchewan laughed,
"It can be hard to see during the day time, since there's sun during the day, obvious'y, however it was just that. You merely missed it.." He stuck his hand into the water portion of the fountain splashing the flame, and much to Japan's surprise, it stayed burning bright and hardly flickered, "It never goes out! The good ol' Centennial Flame! It stays alight at all times and barely flickers! Even during rainy days and heavy snowfalls, you can bet yer ass that the flame is-a burnin'... aside from a few select times, it's never been put out," Japan nodded and took one last glance towards the flame as he began to walk away, Saskatchewan not to far behind, "gonna wanna take a left, Japan man,"
"Japan man?" Saskatchewan smiled,
"If German boy is German boy, then that makes ya Japan man, does it not?" Japan sighed,
"And do you have names like that for everyone?"
"Yeah, Pransya is France, though that's just his name in Filipino. I also have a habit of referring to England as Fuck-wad, but..." Saskatchewan went quiet as his eyes widened, looking at Japan, "No! Ya gonna be Fence Lalaki!" He smiled, laughing to himself. Japan tilted his head,
"Mōshiwakearimasen, but why am I Fence Lalaki? And what does it mean?" Saskatchewan continued laughing, and motioned for Japan to take another left turn,
"Lalaki is Filipino for Dude. As for why Imma call ya Fence Lalaki, well, ya remember those balloon bombs ya sent to 'Merica during the Second World War?" Japan nodded, not wanting to think too much about the world wars, "well, some of the balloons got blown onto Canadian territory, and as a result exploded on my lan-"
"I am very sorry abo-"
"Shut! The bombs did no damage, except a single fence that was destroyed, which is why I'm callin' ya Fence Lalaki!" Japan nodded,
"I'm sor-"
"Will you shut up? I didn't even feel the explosion on my land happen, it was so little, and it's in the past!" Japan smiled,
"Very well, if I may, could I ask why you are using Filipino words, then?" Saskatchewan nodded,
"Yeah, Jus' about three percent of my population are Filipino immigrants, so I started to pick things up,"
They spent the rest of the walk talking about various different topics, and when they Arrived at the Lord Elgin Hotel, Saskatchewan gave a wave and smiled as he left Japan,
"Bye, Fence Lalaki!" Japan waved back,
"Sayōnara, Sasukachuwan,"
YukonNunavut
Though Denmark didn't know much about Canada, he was well aware of the Hans Island dispute. He'd even been there a few times to lay down the Schnapps for the Canadians, and to help raise the Danish Flag. Now he was wondering if Canada had laid down Canadian Whisky on the island and helped raised the Canadian flag.
As he thought back to the few times he'd been to Hans island, he spotted one of the Territories. It was the small one, so it meant he was Nunavut. Not wanting to walk to his hotel alone, he approached Nunavut. Iceland had left him behind to be with Manitoba, while Sweden and Finland stayed behind to talk with Newfoundland, and Norway had told him he wanted to be left alone, which, after some threatening stares from the other, Denmark decided to leave him alone. He walked up to Nunavut, who he just now noticed was accompanied by another territory, Yukon,
"Heya, you two, d'you mind if I hang out with you? The other Nordics are off somewhere else so I have nothing else to do, and I heard you territories are the Northern part of Canada," Yukon looked up from talking with Nunavut and nodded when he saw Denmark,
"Kitapwan, We are the northern parts of Canada," Yukon said, "Nunavut here is the most northern, though. He's like, really cold. Especially if you go up to Alert. Alert hardly gets into the positive temperatures during summertime, though I suppose negative-three degrees is pretty warm compared to negative-forty degrees," Denmark raised an eyebrow,
"Fandme, that's really fucking cold! Even Norge doesn't get that cold!" Yukon shrugged,
"All of us get pretty cold in the winter, though BC definitely gets off easy with being on West Coast. Not to say he doesn't have harsh winters, it gets awfully windy in BC during the winter months from November to April," Denmark knew Canada was a cold country, hell, he'd been among some of the Nordic Vikings that had first found the country and named it Vinland, though they never encountered the personification at the time. He knew the winters got cold, but he also remembered overhearing Nova Scotia and Ontario complaining about their summers being very hot,
"So, like, Nunavut, you're the youngest, right? How old are you?"
"Twenty-one," Denmark raised an eyebrow,
"You don't look twenty-one,"
"And you don't look like your thousands of years old," Denmark huffed,
"Touché," Nunavut smiled and looked up to Yukon who nodded,
"Kiseyiniwiw,"
"Âha, Kiseyiniwiw," Yukon repeated back. Nunavut giggled and tapped Denmark's arm,
"Kinisitohten?" Yukon let out a loud sigh,
"Little Nîpî, of course he doesn't understand," Denmark took that as a clue that the question he was asked was if he understood. He didn't even recognize the language, so there was no way he'd be able to understand it. Actually, now that he thought about it, what language were they even speaking? He'd never heard it before, and it hardly bore a resemblance to the native language he had heard back when Canada was known to him as Vinland.
He and the two Territories continued their walk together and it was only when they were walking across a bridge and arriving at a castle-like building did Denmark register just what the building was. The castle was the hotel the territories were staying in along with the other ten Provinces. As they approached the elegant, guarded doors under the large overhang, Denmark waved goodbye to Nunavut and Yukon, Giving a toothy smile as he said goodbye.
Newfoundland and Labrador
Finland had grown attached to Sweden. Sure, at the beginning it had started off as fear, but now he loved him and he didn't mind being called Sweden's wife anymore even if he was a man. Either way, he loved Sweden, and little could be done to convince him otherwise. It was one of the reasons why he stuck with Sweden almost everywhere he went, and it was why he was currently following Sweden out of the Canadian Parliament building and onto the streets.
"Oi, b'y, I'se wanna 'ave a talk wit' ye!" Finland heard a distinctly Irish-no, Newfound accent, call from behind him. He and Sweden turned around at the same time to see Newfound and Labrador walking up to them, "I'se wanna talk wit' t'e two of ye," Newfoundland said when he got closer to the two Nordics, "Big guy, Yer Sweden, eh?" Sweden gave a nod, "An' yer Finland, eh, b'y?" He looked to Finland,
"Y-yes, I'm Finland," Newfoundland grunted,
"Cool, Aye've been wantin' ta meet wit' one o' t'e Nordics since ye landed on me land way back when," Sweden tilted his head,
"I h've n'v'r b''n to your l'nd b'f're," He spoke quickly and flatly. Newfoundland raised an eyebrow,
"Pitama?" Newfoundland questioned, his entire accent and language changing. Sweden's eyes slightly widened, while Finland watched, confused,
"t-tsh...i-i-init-t...s-she?" Sweden struggled. Upon hearing that word, Newfoundland's eyes lit up,
"Ma! Ma! Eka tapue!" Newfoundland was practically jumping up and down, crying out words in a language Finland didn't recognize. Sweden seemed slightly jarred, which was an accomplishment since Sweden hardly ever showed emotions, "aye can't believe ye still remember some o' t'e words! Aye'm right impressed, Viking, aye really am!" Sweden nodded and adjusted his glasses before taking hold of Finland and pulling him closer,
"D'es th't mean you h've ret'in'd h'w t' spe'k Sw'dish?" Newfoundland nodded,
"mycket bättre än har du kommit ihåg min egen" He said in a heavy English accent. Finland understood most of it, and was able to fill in what he didn't quite know. Much better than you've remembered my own.
"You re'lly 're V'nl'nd..." Sweden almost whispered, "du är verkligen Vinland," Newfoundland's smile grew even wider,
"Ma," he spoke simply in response. Iceland looked to up to Sweden to notice he was frozen still, "Viking? Pushu?"
"Mi... Mi... Mit-t-tat... am? Mitatam?" Sweden attempted once again, trying his best to remember how to speak Newfoundland's Native language. Newfoundland tilted his head from side to side,
"Eh, close, ye wanna say t'at yer sorry, so it's Nimitatam," Newfoundland corrected,
"What are you two talking about? I thought C-Canada was Vinland," Sweden looked down to Finland who finally gathered the courage to speak up,
"Ja, we fo'nd V'nl'nd wh'ch is n'w Kanada, b't we l'nd'd in wh't is n'w N'wfo'ndl'nd and le'rn't s'me of th'ir l'ngu'ge," Finland nodded, and before he could speak again, Newfoundland spoke up,
"Aye still can't believe ye remembered some words! Aye'm right impressed by t'at, aye am!" He smiled wide, patting Sweden on that back. Sweden glared down at Newfoundland and mumbled something in Swedish Finland couldn't hear, "welp, Aye gotta get goin', Me dog back 'ome is probab'y worried sick," at the mention of a dog, Finland perked up,
"You have a dog?" Newfoundland nodded,
"You knows yerself! I'se got a dog back at me house, an' if aye'm 'onest, 'e's a massive fookin' Arse, but I'se love 'em," Newfoundland smiled, and turned, "I'se gonna be leavin' now, t'ough should ye wish to contact me, ye only needs to call me Parliament and ask fer Jackson O'Connor," Finland looked to Sweden, confused at the last name. That wasn't either France or England's human last names, and it didn't sound like Canada's last name,
"U-uh, Newfoundland?" The younger man stopped in his tracks,
"B'y?"
"Why O'Connor? I would have t-thought you'd take either Canada's, England's or France's last name," Newfoundland scoffed,
"It used to be Jackson Bonnefoy, t'en when t'e English got ahold of t'e new world, it was Jackson Bonnefoy-Kirkland. After Canada became independent, It was Williams, but it didn't last long since aye didn't want to be labeled as a Canadian, so aye took Ireland's last name,"
"B-but you are Canadian... one of the most Canadian people out there to be frank," Newfoundland rolled his eyes,
"No, Aye'm a Newfoundlander," and with that, Newfoundland was gone, leaving Finland and Sweden to question what Newfoundland meant. Did something in his past happen that made him hate Canada? They didn't spend much time questioning it because they wanted to get back to their hotel and rest after the long meeting day.
Ontario
As Germany walked back to the Lord Elgin hotel where he was staying, he'd passed some other countries walking back, and even some of the provinces. Among the provinces and territories he learnt about at the meeting, he had the most interest in the one who represented Ontario. Sure, he enjoyed conversing with Alberta and Saskatchewan about their common interests, but he overall was more intrigued by rampant swearer that was Ontario. Even when the other man wasn't angry, he still littered the word 'Fuck' into his speech, though when he got angry the amount of 'Fucks' he added grew. He'd also overheard Ontario talking with the Italies about how he had a town called Little Italy and that he often visited it for authentic Italian food, which he loved. If someone had told him he was a third Italy, he wouldn't be too surprised due to the man's love for Italian cuisine. He truly found Ontario interesting, and if he was honest with himself, found the blond somewhat familiar-looking, Like he'd seen him before, but didn't know where.
It was that suspicion that led him to approaching Ontario as he almost walked past him on the street. He halted his walking when he spotted Ontario walking the opposite direction, and when Ontario was next to him, Germany placed a hand on Ontario's shoulder,
"Entschuldigung, I vas vondering if I could talk to you," Ontario stopped and looked up from his phone that he was previously staring at,
"What the fuck do you what?"
"Vell, to be blunt, I'm interested in you..." Ontario raised an eyebrow,
"Really now?"
"N-Nein, not like zat! I mean, I zink I recognize you from some vhere, but I don't know vhere," Ontario shrugged at Germany's explanation,
"Oh, well I fucking recognize you, but that's cuz I've fucking seen you in the fuckin' photos Canada shows me and the others," Germany thought for a bit. When would he have seen Ontario? It wasn't like he visited Canada often, and he noticed that even Netherlands, Ukraine and France were surprised by the announcement, so it couldn't have been from either of them. Then he remembered the world wars where Canadians were more then often Unpredictable Savages with no mercy. Perhaps he'd seen Ontario at a battle against a Canadian troop at one point,
"I'm sorry if this brings up unpleasant memories, but do you zink I could have seen you during one of the vorld vars?" Ontario huffed,
"We're you at fucking Vimyridge? Perhaps you saw me as I was fighting in fucking Ypres? Or maybe during the second fucking World War when I was among the soldiers that stormed Normandy?" Germany gulped. He hated speaking of the Second World War, but he nodded, wanting to figure where he'd seen Ontario before,
"Ja, I vas at Vimy," he confirmed, "I've been in most of the battles," Ontario tilted his head.
"Y'know, I think I've seen you on the battlefield as well..." Ontario paused and held his chin in his hand as he thought, "yeah..." Ontario muttered under his breath. Germany stayed silent, wanting to hear Ontario speak, "you were one of the one's that was taken Prisoner at Vimy, weren't you?" Germany nodded. Even after well over a thousand Germans were taken Prisoner by the Canadians at Vimyridge, many of the Canadians later killed the Germans they held captive. He'd been placed into Canada's care and when he was strong enough, he made a quick escape, though it wasn't easy, "I Must've walked past your fucking Cell a few times then, that would fucking explain it," Germany nodded,
"Sehr Gut, I must be on my vay now, Auf Wiedersehen," Germany began walking away only to be stopped by Ontario placing a hand on his shoulder,
"Hey, it's the past, alright? No hard feelings, eh?" Germany nodded,
"Ja, now I really must be going," he turned and waved to Ontario who in turn waved back with a faint smile... Ontario didn't swear when he said that to him... he must've been really serious then, if he didn't even add one fuck to that... Germany smiled at that thought.
Nova Scotia
While Greece had been asleep for nearly all of the meeting, he was quickly made aware of Canada and his Provinces and Territories having Personifications when he was awoken by Ukraine's gentle touch shaking him awake. He mumbled a quiet Greek swear as he woke up and slowly trudged out of the large, stone building the meeting was in. As he exited he meet eyes with a young lady with Brown-Ginger hair. He'd figured she was one of Canada's Provinces or Territories since she had ran up to him when the locked eyes and smiled,
"Hey dere, yer Greece, yeah? I noticed yer were asleep durin' de meetin', so I figured id introduce myself now!" Greece nodded,
"Go ahead, prochóra," The lady nodded and smiled wider,
"Right, Nova Scotia!" She held out her hand, and Greece took it and shook. His immediate thought was 'wow, she's energetic,'. his second thought was 'why is she still holding my hand?'. Before he knew it, He was being dragged away from the hill and to somewhere in the city nearby where there was a large ditch,
"Sorrah I dragged ya here, but yous was the onleh one left an' I wanted ta introduce one of ya nations to a friend I have here in Ottawa!" She smiled, looking to Greece. He yawned and looked to the ditch, only now noticing that it wasn't a ditch, and that it was in fact a large Canal and that there were Boats lining the sides with people tending to them. There were some people dangling their legs as they sat on the ground at the edge and talked with some of the men tending to their boats below,
"OI! Aretha!" He heard Nova Scotia cry. A lady who was cleaning her boats deck just below them turned to look up and waved,
"Kaló apógevma, Charlie!" Good evening, Charlie... Greece instantly recognized her as one of his own Citizens. Aretha Trippi, 25, Father: Ajax Trippi, Mother: Lycoris Trippi, older sister: Dionne Eid. Greece shook his head before more information came to his mind, and turned to Aretha,
"Geia sas, Arétha," Aretha gave him a strange look. Greece assumed it was surprise at hearing someone speak Greek back to her,
"Den sou eípa to ónomá mou," Greece mentally swore. She was right, She hadn't told Greece her name.
"e, i Tsárli mou to eípe," he responded quickly. He assumed Charlie was Nova Scotia's human name so he gave the excuse that Nova Scotia had told him her name. Aretha nodded. That seemed to work,
"So, you're a friend of Charlie's, then?" Greece nodded. He saw as Aretha was about to speak up once again only for Nova Scotia to interrupt her and begin speaking,
"Go on, introduce yerself," she encouraged for Greece to speak. He nodded then spoke,
"To ónomá mou eínai Iraklís," Aretha smiled,
"And I'm Aretha, though I suppose you already knew that, huh?" She giggled to herself, "Say, Heracles, I don't suppose the reason I'm being introduced to you is because you're like Charlie?" Greece looked to Nova Scotia and raised an eyebrow,
"Oui, Though, he is an entire nation unlike me," Nova Scotia called down to Aretha who had since then stopped cleaning the boat she was on. Greece nearly choked on nothing when Nova Scotia mentioned Nations, "oh, Chill out, Buddeh! She knows alreadeh, tell her ya real name," Greece slowly nodded and looked to Aretha. He cleared his throat and dipped his head,
"Elláda," he gave and watched as Aretha's eyes widened at the realization that she was Face to face with her own Country. She backed up and covered her mouth with her hands and she looked up to Greece,
"chorís gamiméno trópo! Is that how you knew my name?!" Greece nodded silently, "o Theé mou, I can't believe it!" Greece gave yet another silent nod as she took a step forward and looked up to Greece once again.
Nova Scotia simply stood by Greece as she watched the scene unfold. She had completely forgotten that Aretha was Greek, and she'd brought Greece of all Nations to meet Her. She inwardly cursed herself as she watched as Greece kept nodding quietly to Aretha's questions. With a breath, she coughed and gained the attention of the two Greeks,
"Good luck with your boat, Aretha, but it's startin' ta get dark an' Me an' Greece have hotels ta get ta," Aretha nodded and waved from her boat below in the Canal,
"kalós, Goodbye then, Nova Scotia and Greece!" She said as Nova Scotia pulled Greece away from the edge. Greece waved goodbye and caught up to Nova Scotia,
"How does she know about us?" Greece asked, curious,
"Ah, well, She was my boss at one point,"
"She was your Prime minister? Or President? What would your boss be?" Nova Scotia laughed,
"No no no no! Ma boss would be ma Premier, but I'm also a part-time Fisher for fun!" She smiled, "she may be young, but she's quite skilled with handlin' a boat! She's got dual citizenship, y'know, It's how I'm able to identify 'er so easily," Greece slightly grinned at the woman's cheerfulness,
"So she was your fishing boss?" Nova Scotia nodded,
"Yup! A smart Cookie, that one!" Greece hummed,
"She figured it out?"
"Well, one-day ma boss, McNeil, he came ta meet me as I came in with the day's catch, and she watched as McNeil approached meh... quite a recognizable guy fer multiple reasons, so I guess she followed me off where I talked with McNeil an' heard us. Next day she confron'ed me and I told 'er," Nova Scotia explained. Greece nodded and looked to Nova Scotia,
"Okay, well, I think I'll be going now, I'm really tired and I want to sleep," Nova Scotia smiled,
"A'right, Goodbye then!"
Prince Edward Island
Australia didn't often attend world meetings. He was always invited, but most of the time he saw no point In attending. Most of the time he just asked India or Canada for updates if anything of interest happened, which, surprisingly enough had happened. Of course, he was there to see the craziness unfold. When he had learnt that his fellow Commonwealth country and close ally, Canada would be the host he decided that he'd join for once, and by the gods was he glad that he had attended for that one time. He was beyond shocked when he learnt that Canada had kids and that Nations weren't the only personifications. He was even more shocked when one of the Provinces began talking with a Scottish accent, which he later learnt from England wasn't in fact Scottish, but was a variant of a Maritime, or Atlantic Canadian Accent.
Still, he took interest in the small Island Province, and so after the meeting was dismissed he ran to catch up with PEI, or as he preferred, Edward,
"Ey, Edward, You mind if I walk with ya?" He asked as he caught up to the heavily freckled redhead. PEI turned around to see Australia and took a breath in, saying no other words. Confused, Australia looked to PEI,
"Yes, Ye can join me," PEI clarified when he saw Australia's confused face. Australia nodded,
"Sweet! Say, you're supposed to be small, right? Just how small are ya, mate?" PEI looked up to him and thought for a bit,
"Yer gonna laugh, Aye'm Feckin' tiny as all shit compared ta ye," Australia shook his head,
"Nah, mate, I promise I won't laugh!" PEI gave him a look of suspicion and raised a large Eyebrow,
"Roughly Five-thousand-six-hundred-sixty squared Kilometres..." Australia had to hold in a laugh. PEI was more than Tiny, He was Puny. No wonder his body was so short, he had such little land to claim as his own, and probably a pretty low population to go with it, "Before ye say anythin', Aye'm not as weak as aye may seem, y'hear? Aye'm still much stronger than any ordinary human, so don't underestimate me!" Australia nodded as PEI pointed an accusatory finger towards him,
"Mate, calm down, I was just surprised at your size," he defended. He knew he could easily take on PEI. He spent a lot of his free time volunteering at zoos and wildlife reserves, not to mention he literally used to be a prison, so it was safe to say he was more experienced and better versed then some Canadian Province. He shrugged and looked back down to PEI, who was looking back at him with a death glare,
"Edward, If ya don't mind me asking, how'd you get your name? I'm quite curious, Prince Edward Island isn't exactly normal per say, even by our standards," PEI chuckled,
"Pretty simple really. My natives called me Abegweit, which means Island cradled by the waves," he paused as he thought back, "then the French came along and gave me a new name, Île Saint-Jean. Later, when the English took Canada, they translated Île Saint-Jean to English, and I became Saint John's Island... Couple decades passed, and the English renamed me once again in honour of the fourth son of King George III, Prince Edward," Australia nodded. He remembered when Queen Victoria's son, Prince Alfred had come to his land and If he remembered correctly, Queen Victoria's father had been Prince Edward so he sort of knew who he was. Well, he really didn't, but that was besides the point,
"Did you ever meet your namesake?" PEI shook his head,
"Nah, He meant ta come down at one point, but got himself hurt an' couldn't make it. Met Newfie and the other Maritimes though," Australia raised an eyebrow,
"Newfie? I thought Newfoundland said he didn't like being called Newfie?" He asked Cautiously, taking quick glances to make sure Newfoundland wasn't around,
"Nah, Aye'm his close friend, Aye'm allowed ta call him Newfie, you ain't," Australia slowly nodded,
"Okay, so, what about your animals?"
He asked, trying to change the subject, slightly afraid that Newfoundland would appear out of no where to snap his neck for saying Newfie,
"Aye mean, Aye'm a small island, Aye'm no different from t'e rest o' Canada, except from t'e fact t'at Aye probably have less animal diversity cuz o' me size,"
"So what's your National animal... Provincial Animal?" At that, PEI groaned,
"Don't have Provincials animals, only Provincial birds, Flowers and Trees,"
"So what a-"
"My bird is the Blue Jay, my Flower is the Pink Lady's Slipper, and my tree is the Red Oak," he drawled. Australia was about to comment on the Flower when his eyes caught a castle nearby, in the middle of the city, Just standing there. There were Limos pulled up to the front of the Castle, and men in fancy uniforms guarding the doors that were elegantly decorated,
"Woah, Castle," was all Australia could say. PEI snorted in amusement then drew a loud breath in in agreement,
"No, Hotel," Was PEI's simple response to Australia's Remark.
"Hotel?" Australia asked in Disbelief,
"Hotel Fairmont Château Laurier," PEI clarified for Australia,
"Otell Fair-Mon Shat-o Lar-ie?" He repeated. PEI burst out laughing and gave Australia a friendly pat on the back between laughs,
"Oh, me Aussie Friend, Ye just BUTCHERED t'at French!" Australia gave a nervous smile, "let's try this again, eh?" He nodded,
"Hotel. Fairmont. Château. Laurier. Hotel Fairmont Château Laurier," PEI Repeated for Australia slowly. Australia took a moment to absorb the pronunciation,
"Hotel Fairmont Chât-o Laur-ie," Australia repeated. PEI chuckled,
"Close enough, Buddy, yer accent is fecked, but t'ats to be expected," Australia nodded and looked back to the Castle- no, Hotel, then to PEI,
"Well, Unless ye wanna join me fer t'e night, Don't follow me into t'e Hotel, an' Goodnight," Australia nodded and watched as PEI walked into the large stone building.
Québec
Sure, Prussia didn't attend world meetings anymore, but that didn't stop his totally un-awesome brother from forcing him to travel to the host country. Despite that, he spent the whole day walking around Ottawa, taking in all the different sites, and testing his limited French anytime he had the chance. He was enjoying his walk when he passed by Parliament Hill, and watched as Other nations walked away from where the meeting was supposedly just dismissed. He also noticed that some Of the Nations were conversing with people who he assumed were tourists, and realized one Tourist was hanging behind, walking slowly as he looked to France and England who were with someone who looked surprisingly a lot like France. If Prussia didn't know any better, he'd say that the Tourist, who he now noticed also looked a lot like France, was glaring angrily at England. Curious, Prussia approached the france-lookalike, grinning widely,
"Kaīls! Hallo!" The blond kid looked up to Prussia and Scowled,
"et lequel êtes-vous?" Prussia took a moment.
"And... are you... and somezing am I?..." he muttered to himself,
"I said, and which one are you?" The kid repeated, rolling his eyes, " 'onestly, 'ow old are you? T'ose eyes are zome of ze oldest I 'ave ever seen, " the blonde paused and got closer to Prussia, tilting his head from side to side with his smaller hands, "oui, oui, You must be close to a T'ousand years..." The young man tilted Prussia's head up and stared into his eyes, and Prussia felt like he was looking into his soul... Hold on, this kid had just commented about how he could be 'close to a thousand years' old. At that realization, Prussia pushed the tourist's hand away and backed up,
"Tū? Kawīds?" Prussia asked in his own Language, "was weißt du?" He repeated in German, "vhat do you know?" He once again asked, this time in English. The younger man raised an eyebrow,
"Je reconnais, zat is German, non? But you are not Germany, I just saw 'im..." The tourist took a step forward and told hold of Prussia's hand. He attempted to yank his hand away but the kid was a lot stronger then he expected, not to mention that his strength had significantly weakened due to him no longer being a nation. Of course, his strength still surpassed that of a normal human, but clearly this person was not a human, "qui êtes vous? Who are you?" The blond raised his hands that were intertwined with his own and looked into his eyes once again, "tell me who you are," The blond asked with an increased intensity, squeezing Prussia's hands,
"Gilbert," That earned yet another hard squeeze,
"Non, I want your real name," Prussia gulped. This kid was intense,
"P-Prussia?" Immediately the France lookalike let go and smiled,
"Très bon! Très bon!" He clapped his own two hands together, "was zat so 'ard? Now, tell me, Prussia, Just where is zat?"
"Nein! I vill not tell you anyzing until you tell me vhat you know and how you know it!" The blond then proceeded to laugh, and it unnerved Prussia to a degree with how similar that laugh was to France's,
"Très bien, I am Québec, the Canadian Province," The now dubbed Québec spoke, "I represent everyt'ing zat iz ze province, from itz history to itz people and itz land, and ze culture. I am Québec," he Finished. Prussia simply stared at Québec in disbelief. There was no way, right? Yes, he was Prussia, a former country, but a Province? He supposed it wasn't too farfetched for Provinces to also be Personified, but still,
"Zat's not rig-"
"¡Hola, Prusia, veo que has conocido a Québec!" Prussia turned to see Spain running up to him, waving cheerfully,
"oh tiguidou, un autre colonisateur," Prussia heard Québec mutter as Spain approached,
"I see you've met one of Canada's Provinces!" He grinned wide which only confused Prussia even more. He was almost a thousand years old, he would've known by now if Provinces were also personified. Prussia looked to Spain for any hints that the younger nation was joking, then turned to Québec searching for the same thing. Then he caught Quebec's eyes and for the first time actually looked at them. Those blue eyes so closely resembled France's, it was nearly Uncanny. He then looked past just the eyes and there he saw it. Age beyond any Human, knowledge a human could only dream of and pain a human would never want to know. This was truly The Province of Québec personified,
"T-t-tū Wāiss, Kolōnīja, Prōwinci..." Québec nodded,
"Oui, Je suis le Québec," Prussia looked to Spain,
"YOU KNEW ZIS?!" He burst out, pointing to Québec. Spain backed up a bit and held his hands up as if he was surrendering,
"oye, oye, Prusia, It was just announced at the meeting today, I was about to ask Germany where you two were staying so I could inform you, but it turns out you two have found each other," Prussia huffed angrily,
"Alright, vell, I know now, so you can go back to Romano, Vherever he is," Spain smiled,
"Sí, I will be doing that! Adiòs!"
"Ērdiw!" Prussia waved back as Spain ran away, and he turned back to Québec only to notice that the Province was gone, "Duppelis..." Prussia muttered under his breath.