Chapter 2: Canada and New-Brunswick A.K.A Madeline Legere
Canada wasn't sure what to say to New-Brunswick, his Acadia. She's been through so much. Her people sent away for speaking another language, the Depression, the recession. There's been so much in her life for such a small piece of his country. Though she has gotten better, she was rising out of her recession with grace, more of her people were staying within her lands, she was becoming more popular, but there was a dark shadow. Her teenagers, her adolescents, all of her young people were going through so much. Drugs, alchohal, drunk driving and suicide. So many of them were destroying their lives, and poor poor Madeline was suffering so much. She looked much like France, with her long golden blond hair that was shriveled with so many times of her hands running through them and pulling. Her eyes were turquoise, partly green from her forests and partly blue from being surrounded by water, were red and tired from tears. Her normal tan was abandoned to a ghostly parlor from being too ashamed to exit the house. "Madelegn..." For some reason he spoke her french name, one of the things only him, Quebe and France were allowed to say.
"Je ne sais pas...I don't know what to do Matthieu." She softly cried. She spoke in a mixture of french and english, a thing that infuriated his other children for not understanding, but he found it endearing. "It's ma problemes, I don't want ton aide. Leave, s'il-vous-plaite." She half-heartedly pushed him away. She was small, only reached half way up his chest and was weak in grief. He knocked away her ams with ease and put his own around nonsense in frrench and english, trying to calm her. She tried to push him away a few times but eventually caved in. She rested her head on his shoulder and let all her worries pour out to her father, her brother and her friend.
"Maddy, your doing all you can. Let me help you." She was putting so many of her resources in helping these kids, he had to help her.
"No Mattieu,Canada, je peux pas, I couldn't. It's not fair, ils est my children, my responsiblity. Not yours, j'ai okay." She was always so damn stubborn, it drived him mad. He lost his temper when he took her arms and forced her to look him in the eyes.
"Do you forget who I am! You are easy to lay blame on yourself but what about me? They're my fucking childen too! Or do you forget that you are my responsiblity too? It's my job to fucking take care of you! Why don't you fucking let me." He searched her eyes for a moment and found a slight fear. His face softened, he wanted to help her, not scare. "Madeline, it's okay to ask for my help. Besides you deserve it the most. I want to help you, let me. Besides like I said, they're my children too." He looked at her with the kindest eyes possible, trying to make her let him to help her. Good god this was like a soap opera. Acadia looked confused, stuck between two worlds. "Why won't you let me help you?"He tried a different route.
Well the look on her face actually made him afraid. Her entire face was infused with anger. "The last time j'ai demande for help tu did rien. You sat back so peur you looked like un ghost. Do you remember cette temps? J'etait dis, do you remember?"She hissed at him.
Oh he remembered. When England comanded all of his francophone leave Acadia. That was the only time New-Brunswick asked forr his help, and the last. He was so afraid of Arthur he merely stood there and let his own people be deported from their country. He felt his mouth go dry. "New-Brunswick, I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry it happened but I changed. You can trust me. I swear you can. I will never hurt you again." He spoke from his heart but Madeline still looked like she didn't believe him. "Please my Acadia, believe in your country. Besides you won't be always able to rely on your brothers and sisters. You have to trust me too." He gave her a soft smile.
She gave him a look mixed between confusion, want and wanting to run away. "Do tu pense that you'll be able to aide moi Matthew?" She softly asked wanting him desperately to help yet doesn't want to be disapointed, not again.
He again smiled at her. He started to nod."Yes I can help, I promise. Anything the government can't do I will." He spoke with a confidence that no one besides his children have ever heard. And no one ele will probably ever will.
"That's tres good, parce que I missed tu beaucoup." She gave him a hug and rested her head on his strong shoulders. As Acadia, New-Brunswick and Madeline Legere huged him Canada felt whole. As if a hole in his chest was finaly repaired. He hugged back his maratime province and promised himself he will never let one of his children go through something like this ever again.
I live in New-Brunswick and I've had a lot of teens,in both towns that I lived in, slip through the cacks. It happens a lot so I thought I should talk about this. I just realized that I didn't put Kumajirro or however you spell his name in here. Sorry. I thought I should put some angst on New-Brunswick's side because we've been through a lot. Hope you enjoyed. REVIEW!
