This is the second chapter to this story. I try putting some humour in my work to lighten the mood and also real location that you would find in Canada. In this story there is a warning. The content of this story will become mature (I guess?), if that disturb you pleas turn back. There is also going to be OCs and pairings. If none disturbs and you are ready to read whatever come out of my imagination. Please enjoy!
Cry in the Snow
By: Strange and curious things
Chapter 2: Winter Already?
The trip to Canada was pure hell. Surely it wasn't the first trip our dearest nation made by plane. Somehow that it is what they communicated to anyone who had the bad luck of crossing their path. France had groped a woman, which caused England to hit him, creating a fight between those two. Germany and America had to forcefully tear them apart before the security arrived. Even with the precautions, security did come and insisted to accompany them to their flight. Then, the metal detector, there have been instances where security guard had to raise an eyebrow at the various random items that made the machines scream. For example, there was Russia's pipe (why would someone bring a pipe with him on a plane?), they also found England's wand and America's gun. Luckily, Russia, England and America were saved by their paper, which gave special authorization to bring whatever satisfied their strange quirks. The plane ride was no different, a great catastrophe happened. Italy suddenly began to feel hungry and had forgotten to pack any pasta. Quickly he began to act hysteric and pleading to every passenger aboard. Germany and Japan were forced to hold their friend back for the rest of the flight with the promise of pasta when they would arrive to destination.
The plane landed late at night and the nations were exhausted. They barely made it to the baggage claim area to get their luggage and get Italy some pasta before collapsing at the seating area.
" Finally " sighed England while making himself more comfortable on his plastic seat. " my body's killing me"
" You're such a old man Iggy," laughed America. Really, the superpower was tired himself but what kind of hero would he be if was on the low.
" I'm not old you insufferable idiot" hissed the ex-empire, too tired to properly fight back the younger nation.
"ahhh, such sexual tension going on here. When are you two going to release some, huh? May I join?" teased France, rolling his suit bright and rose decorated suitcase to sit face to face with his on and off friend.
" Shut up, frog! I don't need your bloody opinion." Scowled England
"I suggest that we take some time to rest and then we should find ... this country's personification to find our answers" suggested Germany slightly flustered by forgetting the name of the nation they were looking for again.
" Hehe, such pretty snow." Giggled Russia who was near one of the big windows of the airport.
It was indeed snowing, quite rare in the middle of November. It was a small snow, whose traces would melt as the morning showed itself. But, at the moment it was beautiful and the subtle sound of a river, brought some peaceful atmosphere. The International Macdonald-Cartier Airport of Ottawa was very silent as the nations admired the view. Italy was enjoying his pasta on Germany's lap while japan quietly read one of his manga. America had made himself comfortable next to England to enjoy a game on his portable gamepad, while England, china and France dozed off in their seats. At the window, Russia was still gazing at the outside with his finger intertwined in his precious scarf. Maybe it was a nervous tick or something.
Suddenly, heavy steps approached. The nations look behind themselves and saw a group of men in black suit. There were ten of them and they walked in a triangular formation. The men advanced united making them more intimidating. The loud steps grabbed the attention of the surrounding traveling and woke anyone that would try to catch up on sleep. One of the men was quite tall; just a few inches smaller than Russia. He had this rough blond looking hair which was tied back. The man was also wearing sunglasses which made it impossible to see his face.
"You are the representatives from the event known as the World Meeting, eh?" his voice was slightly scratchy but smooth. "We were waiting for you."
All of the said representatives looked at the man questionably.
"Without being rude, who might you be?" asked the German nation as he detangled himself from Italy.
"We are from the Canadian Government. We are here to get you to the proper building." Explained the man as adjusted his cuffs.
"From the Canadian Government?" is the question that immediately struck the nations. This was meant to be an undercover visit. There were no official papers or permission that would explain their presence. What if the country's government took their presence in a negative way? They would be in trouble. Their bosses would scold them and give them extra paperwork which would be unpleasant for them. How did they know that they were coming?
The sunglasses man chuckled "Did you really think you could sneak your way in Canada without anyone noticing? Sorry to disappoint but Canada is getting an upgrade in its security. Little rats won't be able to illegally enter our territory."
The man grinned. It gave him a wild and savage look. Like if was planning something and knew more than he let on.
"sir," another man put a hand on the sunglasses man's shoulder. "I suggest we hurry before he arrives."
"Let him come" The sunglasses man brushed off his colleague's hand form his shoulder. "not like he could do anything anyway."
As the men talked, the countries regrouped together in a circle.
"So, what do think dudes? Are they suspicious or are they suspicious" started America.
"What kind of question is that?" exclaimed England and proceeded to hit his former charge over the head.
"Anyhow, what do we do? Like America said, this sound strange." Said France before another fight erupted.
"Let's run." Proposed Italy "I have white flags for everyone"
"let us not be too hasty if they are really workers of the government any sudden movement might cause a scene" said Germany as he tried to gently force Italy to put away his white flags.
"I might agree with Italy" said Russia, His big frame loomed over everyone in their huddle.
"Want to take the cowardly way out, Russia?" taunted The American.
"Hmm, they seem to be avoiding a certain person. So, I believe a quick and subtle intervention is what they would be aiming for."
"So, if we run, they might not pursue us since it would cause a scene" concluded China.
"It makes sense, but where do we run?" questioned Japan "I feel embarrassed to say but I do not remember ever coming here. And so, I do not know anywhere we can run to."
"Let's focus on getting away from those weirdos without losing each other." Said England "we'll figure out a way after we lose them."
"Ok guys, on the count of three" whispered America, his blue eyes shined with mischief.
By the time the countries had made their plan, the black suit men had finished their discussion and their attention was back to their target.
"One"
They nation silently gathered their belongings. The sunglasses man frowned at the strange display.
"Two"
"Oi, what are you doing?"
"THREE!"
Eight grown man with military training started to sprint through the Airport. The government workers were simply stunned and some coughed because of the smoke the target was mysteriously able to create as they ran.
"Sir, what do we do? The targets…"
"Don't worry about it. It's not over yet." Answered the Sunglasses man as he pushed back his glasses. "come on boys, let's go back. I need a smoke. I feel a headache coming. "
000
It was in a peaceful silence that the group stopped moving. It was still slightly snowing Outside but not enough to give any trouble. The problem was nobody was actually prepared for the weather Canada had to offer (except for Russia, he is always prepared for the cold). The thing is Canada's weather is slightly different than in America. Of course, it depends where you were but in average it was colder in Canada especially when winter started to show its nose.
"They didn't even try to run after us, those buggers" Panted England
"It's getting chilly out here. Would it be better if we found a hotel before going to the parliament? It seems to be quite far away by foot." Questioned Germany while looking at a map he had bought at the airport for precaution.
" Maybe, it would be ideal, da" mused Russia "I already see your bodies slowly turning into ice"
The way the Russian could turn a totally creepy sentence into a completely innocent sounding comment was a true mystery to everyone.
"C'mon dudes, it can't be that far away." Encouraged America who was still going strong and walking in front of the group.
" Little America is impatient." Smiled Russia as he made his way to the younger " could it be because that game of yours is out of batteries. Just like a child you are."
"YOU F##KER!"
America's fist came flying, aiming to hit the other's big Russian nose. The larger nation intercepted the blow and gave America a creepy grin. The two of them looked at each other, they met with such intensity that you could imagine lightning making it's way between them.
" America, it isn't responsible to throw such tantrum in public like that." Giggled the older man, still holding on tightly to the American's fist and started to add some pressure.
"Stop it you two what is your bloody problem? Demanded England, trying to separate the two.
It was when a cracking sound that America violently kicking Russia in the stomach, sending the other to the concrete floor. His hand finally released, America slightly hissed. The damn Russian had almost cracked his hand. Now, it throbbed like crazy, which only fuelled the superpower's anger. America clenched his teeth, not from pain but frustration. If he really honest with himself, he would allow himself to acknowledge that Russia never provoked him so directly. In usual circumstances the Russian's provocation would be subtle, something that would be seen as just teasing. Only America would just punch him anyway because whatever Russia said made his blood boil.
" Well, What do we have here? My guess would be some immature kids" spat a voice, interrupting the rising tension
The group's attention was suddenly directed behind them. In the silent streets of Ottawa stood a young man with hands in his pockets. He was quite stylish, with a sophisticated winter coat and slightly gelled brown hair. His electric blue eyes framed with glasses looked at the nations in annoyance and the red scarf he was wearing was slightly hiding the scowl on his lips.
" I am woken in the middle of the night after a long day at work for this, you have to be kidding me" complained the stranger, totally not caring of the nations' opinion.
The stranger did have bags under his eyes.
"Sorry buddy guess we got a bit loud," chuckled America and flashed his superhero smile to try and cheer up the stranger who came out of nowhere, actually that kind of creeped him out.
" Don't touch me, America" seethed the stranger and pushed said American away from him. Without even knowing it instantly spread confusion throughout the group.
"You know who we are, aru?" questioned China, slightly leaning toward the stranger and trying to figure out if that boy was also a nation.
"Yes, I know." Sighed the young man, cooling his temper " Let me introduce myself. I am the personification of the Province of Ontario and I officially welcome you to Canada."
The nations stared at Ontario. They really had no clue what the boy was saying. Maybe he was delusional because of the lack of sleep.
"ahh, Ontario it seems we have made a bit more noise than intended." Giggled Russia as he got up from where he fell.
"Mr. Russia, it is a surprise to see you here." The province's voice slightly changing " I hope our hospitality will be satisfying."
"Germany, what is a province? Ve" wondered Italy innocently. The latter just sighed
"Please excuse me but how did you know we were here, Ontario–kun" asked Japan
" I may not be a country but I know when one enters my territory. Actually Canada should know too, not to mention the sheer number you are it must have been like a dashing train and at a time like this. Anyway, please follow me I'll settle you in my apartment for now. It's quite a miracle you made it this close to the Parliament Hill."
The said province turned and then started to walk where he lived. Unknown to our group, they had accidentally stepped onto an old wound that a lot of work has been put into to keep hidden deep in the abyss.
Chapter 2 end