Canada's PoV

"Bastard!"

"Wanker!"

"Monarchy butt kisser!"

"Sheep shagger!"

"Actually that term is incorrect," Ian says.

"What the hell are you talking about?" England asks.

"Well, sheep aren't actually popular in Scotland. They're popular in Wales and New Zealand though!"

"And why would I care?"

"Well, we have more Highland Cows in Scotland than anything…"

Iona walks back in and just blinks at the pair and says, "I come back to you guys discussing Highland cows and sheep? And not arguing? What is the world coming to...?"

"Oh, who cares?" Ian says.

Iona raises one eyebrow and says, "This is so weird…"

France laughs, "It is weird. Usually they fight like a cat and dog."

"Yeah… There's always an argument in our house… Iggy and Ian just can't shut up…"

"Anyway, Canada?"

"Oh yeah… Canada! Is there a reason you're here? Not that I don't want you here!"

"Oh. Well, Papa Fra-"

France then interrupts me, "He's here for some advice from you, Iona."

"Advice? Francis, you know my advice is crap," Iona says, shaking her head.

"Ah, but only you can help Canada with this problem," France says. Iona looks confused.

"I'll see what I can do…"

Seychelles's PoV

I open my eyes and sit up, yawning. "I must of fallen asleep…" Then I smell something odd.

What is that smell?

I stand up and then realize. It's the smell of smoke! I begin panicking, feeling my heart beat faster.

I need to get out!

I head out my door and look downstairs but the fire is already half way. I head back into my room and close the door and sit on the floor.

"What do I do? I don't want to die… Oh no… I can't believe this…"

Canada's PoV

Iona and I sit over away from the group.

"So what's this problem?" Iona asks straight out.

"Well… I'm in love with Seychelles, my sister, and when I told her, she freaked. She ran out and now I have no idea what to do!" I say quite quickly.

"Quite a problem. Now I understand why Francis said me," Iona smiles and puts one hand on my shoulder. "Just be yourself. You're not blood related so it's not wrong. Even if she rejects you, stay friends with her. I believe that's best. Hey, I bet she wants to talk to you right now!"

"I dunno…"

"Only one way to find out. Go and see her. Like, right now. Leave me with these idiots. Or do you want me to come, just in case?"

"Can you come?"

"Sure." Iona stands up and grabs a long black coat. "Lets go."

Iona and I leave the pub and stop when suddenly, "Wait for me!" shouts America who comes running out. "Don't leave me there! I can't survive with both Ian and England. Both of them drunk is torture!"

"I know…" Iona begins. "I am their younger sister…"

"Can we just go to my house before they drag us back?" I say.

"Sure," they answer together and we start walking.