Nova-Scotia's turn, I'm afraid that I must do the explosion as it did shape Canadian history. Ready for a time warp?
Matthew literaly didn't know what happened. He was in his quarters planning another attack on the axis powers when he felt the crash. His entire right hand burned like a fire was set on it. The allied countries stared at him in shock as the normally very quiet country screamed and swore at the top of his lungs. Crying, begging them to put out the imaginary fire. His brother and two adoptive fathers managed to calm him down and explain what happened. Canada managed to choke out. "I need to go to Nova-Scotia, explosion, I need to go, please.". The countries looked confused but agreed if he needed to go back to his home he could.
Matthew looked down to the unconcious province in his bed. His pale skin, bandages that wrapped up most of his body and his white sheets all bled into eachother. He still looked young for his age, in human years maybe fifteen. His hair was fire red, his face covered in freckles and his closed eyes were normally bright emerald green. He looked a lot like Arthur's brother Scotland, that made sense for his name meant 'new Scotland'.
The teen's body was covered in bandages, it was hard to think that the explosion was only in one city but it affected so much of the province. But so many people live in Halifax and it's such a big trading center for Canada. As the province moaned in his sleep the country leaped to his feet and ran to his bed. "Liam...Liam are you okay? Do you need a nurse?" Matthew asked desperate to help one of his oldest provinces.
The teen fluttered open his eyes and tried to smile, he honestly did but all it looked like was a grimace. Liam Crew managed to croak out"Water...and some more..b-blankets. S-s-so-o...c-col-d." He licked his dry lips and shivered beneath his covers.
Canada nodded quickly and slipped out of the room. He went outside to find a nurse. As he found one he tried to ask for the items in a quick,nice and polite manner, but she simply said."Who are you?"
Matthew's heart quickened, he had no time for this now! His son needed him! "I'm Liam Crew's guardian and he needs these things now!Please." He managed to pry from his clenched jaw. The nurse merely stuttered a 'yes sir!' and went on her way.
As he went back in to the hospital room Liam sat up to meet him. Before Canada could ask how he felt Nova-Scotia asked"How many? How many of my people?" Canada winced away fom the question and muttered something under his breath. "Matthew, come on tell me, how many people died?" The teen choked out.
The country took a deep breath ans softly said."About two thousand, we can't be sure."
The province merely blinked and lied back down. He thought of how his day went, leading up to the explosion, thinking of what he could have done to save more people. "I should have known."He pressed his fists to his hair."I should have done something!"He shouted angry at the captains of the ships, his father for not being there and himself for not being able to help and not being able to die.
"Liam, it's not your fault." The northern country said quietly. He was going to say more but the nurse came in with a pitcher of water and blankets.
"Sorry about the wait but there's so many people in E.R, it's hard to keep track." Matthew wanted to smack the nurse, Liam did not need to hear this now. The nurse laid blankets ove the teen who was shaking with cold and holding back his tears. "You sure are lucky young man, only secound degree burns, they'll scar but not too badly. I wonder how you fared so well, most of the people we got from where we picked you up either have third degree burns or are dead. Anyway why were you down there anyway, only the politicians work down there." Matthew wanted to hurt this woman! Did she have no bedside manner! She didn't know this was her province but still to say that to a traumatized survivor is out of question!
"Nurse you can leave now."Matthew said quite rudely(Arthurr would have smacked him if he saw him talk that way to a lady, but this she-devil was no lady)."We will call you if we need anything else."
Matthew looked at his son then, he had his back turned away and his shoulders were shaking so hard, trying to choke back his tears, trying to be a man.
The nurse answered back."Well I never! How dare you say that to me in such a tone! I am a lady thank you very much! I was simply trying to make the boy look on the bright side, he could be worst off. And you sir,you weren't here for your son for quites a while. Where were you? And you are quite young to have a son his age, I bet his mother was..."She never got to finish for Matthew just gave her a look that screamed murder.
"Get out now. Before I report you to your boss." Matthew said quite tersely. The nurse merely looked at him and praticaly ran from the room. Matthew shook his head and sighed before he sat on his province's bed.
"Liam look at me." The country said softly, the province merely stuck his head deeper down into his pillow."Liam look at me, now. That's an order mister!" He tried to say in a firm voice. Nova-Scotia finally looked up at him and gave him a look.
"Dad you don't even know how to order any of us around. Humans you can do okay but countries and provinces...You just can't Dad."Canada sighed, he knew he was right and also knew he was stalling.
He put one hand on top of the peninsula's head and wrapped an arm around his too-thin body and held him close. "Liam stop holding it in and stalling. I know you want to cry and I don't blame you if you want to, you won't be weak, just do it."He said ever so softly not wanting him to pull back and say he doesn't need to cry.
"Why should I cry Dad, you never cry." He replied in his father's shoulder, stalling even more.
"What are you talking about? I cry all the time remember? It annoys you, you tell me to be a man. But you know what sometimes it's okay to cry." He joked at first and then grew serious. He waited for a moment, and then two, and then three and he began to hear a quiet whimper. A moment later he felt a couple of tears hit his uniform and then the spot and eventually his entire shirt grew wet with tears. Liam's were salty like the ways that crashed against his shore.
As his son cried he whispered gentle nonsense in gaelic, a forgotten language in his province but brings back better memories.
The doctor came in a while later wanting to do a check-up but found the father holding his crying son and whispering to him. The doctor merely smiled and told himself he'll be back later.
