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Chapter 3: Mission Nearly Impossible? Getting Into Canada's House!

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Kumajiro sighed as he waited for the light to change.

He was a very intelligent bear, despite the way he acted sometimes.

People in their town knew of Williams's bear and simply smiled as he slowly crossed the intersection.

He knew his master's name, Matthew Williams, or Canada.

Although in their home in Ottawa she was known as Madeline, or Maddie.

He had to hitch a ride on a bus in order to get even this close to his house. But then again, he didn't blame Maddie. He would've taken off too.

Why did he always ask 'Who?'

He liked to get a rise out of the girl, of course, it was kind of funny.

He smiled slightly as he finally caught site of his home. It wasn't that big, compared to all of the other nation's housing, but large enough for a girl and her polar bear. The yard was the biggest thing about the house, stretching all the way to the back woods.

Kumajiro nudged his head on the large doggie door, throwing in the gauze he kept and wiggled his way in to her kitchen. He called out, "Canada?" There was no need to cause his master any more distress by not remembering her name.

"Kuma!" He plopped down, hearing soft, but fast footsteps speed down the stairs.

"Oop-" Thump, Thump, Thump, Thud!

'Fell down the stairs... again.' The bear shook his head thoughtfully, still smiling.

The fall didn't stop her for long, and Kumajiro was lifted up in the blink of an eye, crushed to a soft chest.

"Oh! I am SO sorry Kuma! I panicked! I totally forgot that you were there, eh! Pleeeease don't be mad! Forgive me, eh?"

She held the bear out in front of herself, her blue eyes pleading. The bear said nothing, but licked the tip of her nose. A large grin broke out on her face, "Thanks, my little friend." Kumajiro nodded.

"Come on, lets go watch the rest of that movie." Kumajiro only noticed now that she was back in her red nightshirt with the single white maple leaf on the front. 'She's sulking.' the bear mused.

"Which?" He asked quietly as his master walked, thankfully not taking another stumble, back upstairs to her room. She smiled slightly apologetically, "Um... T-titanic, sorry, eh."

Kumajiro sighed and settled into Canada's lap as she offered him a spoon-full of Maple Flavored ice cream.

He took it as he watched the male give the chick spitting lessons.

It was going to be a long recovery phase for Maddie.

In England's Car

"...Are we there yet?"

"I swear to GOD, Alfred, if you ask that One. More. Time. I will not hesitate to get France to shove you out of this car."

"He wouldn't."

"Actually, Vous g ne, You're getting on my nerves with that bit as well. So yes. I would."

".... Fine."

As it was, they were on their way to Maddie's house. The traffic wasn't to bad, better than an American Highway on its worst day.

They already could see the house and Arther sighed as he pulled into the driveway, "I can already tell this isn't going to end well."

"Probably." Alfred shrugged, taking off his seat belt.

"But we won't know until we try." France shrugged, softly closing his car door.

The group walked up to her door, and they all paused, looking at one another.

"Well? Aren't one of you going to knock?" England asked, looking to the other men, looking half unsure, half annoyed.

"It was you're idea to come her and see how she was, Arther." Francis grinned.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Alfred asked, holding up his fist with a sheepish smile.

Arther groaned, but held up his fist none the less, and Francis followed suit. Alfred grinned, "Kay, Rock. Paper. Scissors!"

Arther and Alfred had Scissors.

Francis had paper. France lost. Again.

'I can't even win in a measly game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors!' Francis internally growled. Outwardly he sighed, straightened up and knocked on the door.

They waited a minute and nothing happened.

Francis gave another knock, harder this time. But even with more applied force, they got the same result. Nothing.

"I really didn't want to have use her house key," France sighed, sliding his hand along the top of the door frame.

Alfred laughed, "Seriously? Anyone would look there! There's no way she would hide it... there..." he stalled as Francis took down a silver key, eyebrow raised with a smirk, "Who wouldn't hide what where now, Alfred?"

Grumbling, the man glared at him, and Arther groaned, "Oh just shut up and open the door." Francis grinned and slid the key into the lock and turned, opening the Canadian's home to them.

The Kitchen was as they all remembered from previous visits, although it was a bit messy. There were some bowls, with what looked like remains of cake batter, stacked on the little island. There also seemed to be powder covering the counter.

Every thing was going good so far. Of course, this was the time that things chose to go wrong.

"AMERICA! FUCK YEA! COMING AGAIN TO SAVE THE MOTHERFUCKING DAY YEA!"

They all jumped, England fell backwards, but caught himself on the island, bumping into the metal bowls in the process, which clattered to the floor with cake batter splattering on their feet, and America cursed quietly as he fiddled with his phone, quickly turning it on silent.

France looked up to the cieling, trying to listen for Canada.

'Hopefully we didn't just give ourselves away' The Frenchman thought as Alfred was beat over the head for his ignorance by an angry Brit.

Upstairs

At first, they hadn't been. Canada was so engrossed in her movie, she hadn't heard the loud, obnoxious ring tone. However, the bowls clanging to the floor made her snap her eyes to her door. Turning the volume down, she listened, and wiped her eyes. She was currently at the part where Jack slowly sunk in the dark water, and that always got her to tear up.

Her blue eyes widened, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, 'Intruders?' Silently standing, leaving Kumajiro to sleep on the comforter, and walked to her closet. Grabbing her weapon of choice, she tip toed to her door.

Clutching the Hockey stick in her fist, she opened the door and quietly slipped out, not bothering to shut it. 'I knew I should have hid the key better.' she thought bitterly as she made her way downstairs, silently, without a hitch surprisingly.

She creeped around the corner to the kitchen, getting ready to swing, a look of determination on her face. No one would break into this Canadian's house without a fight.

Glancing down, she saw the shadow of a figure come closer. The shadow was in the doorway now, and she swung, hitting the person with a solid 'Thunk!' in the chest with enough force to knock them over into the other counter parts with a surprised shout.

She smirked silently. With all of those years of playing hockey with Russia behind her, the girl had to have some strength in her tiny frame.

Madeline hopped in the doorway and glared at the 'burglers', Hockey stick raised menacingly, "No one breaks into my home and gets away with it, eh!"

Her eyes immediatly widened with shock as well as embarassment when she finnaly realized who was in her house. Alfred groaned and rubbed his chest with a hand as the other adjusted his glasses, "Jesus, Maddie, you hit like a hockey player." "That's because she is a Hockey player, you stupid prat, now get off of me!" Arther snapped, pushing the America's shoulder.

"Are you alright, Mon petit? You look pale."

Maddie indeed looked pale. All of the blood drained from her face and she teetered on her feet, then promptly fell to the floor, Hockey stick clattering down next to her.

America finnaly got up, yanking England up with him as they looked at the girl on the floor.

"... Oops." Alfred mumbled.

Arther sighed, "Yea, big 'oops'."

Bot: Vous g ne = 'You Annoyance' and Mon petit = 'My Little One'
On google translator :D

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