Just a short continuation with more Province Children. If you want to see more with the Provinces, just mention it to me. I woundn't mind writing more about them.

As soon as the door swung shut behind the two North American countries, the living room was swarmed with children, coming out of their hiding places, some scowling, and some happily turning on the TV. One boy, looking quite regal in his red shirt, with his hands on his hips, huffed in annoyance. He was staring out the still open door, his wavy blond bangs falling in his eyes.

"Can you believe that?! I mean seriously! They just left without saying goodbye! They didn't even close the door! I'm telling you, if I ran this house, things like this wouldn't happen!" He said annoyed, as he pushed up his glasses with one hand.

"Yeah, yeah, you practically do already, mon Frere, now would you mind? Your blocking the Tv." A French-Canadian accented voice called out from the couch. The boy in the red shirt glared at the speaker, as if wishing to throw him out of the house. But no, the other would probably just like that too much.

"Oh shut it Pierre, you don't even want to live here, and really, it would be great if you didn't. I mean, you are always leaving your shoes just outside the closet, not to mention you always complain when we do family stuff!" The red shirted boy shot back, his cheeks slowly gaining the colour of his shirt. The other one snorted, and sat straighter on the couch, as if he was going to lunge for the other at any second.

"Both of you sit down and shut up! The Corner Gas Finale is on, and I don't want to wait till it goes to DVD to see it!" A boy with mahogany hair, and a cow print shirt yelled, as you may assume, this was Alberta. The boy in the red shirt, whom you may of may not have guessed to be Ontario scowled again, and went to close the door. He nearly tripped on the baby of the family, Nunavut, who was playing with his Trans-Farmers. This particular one turning into a goat. The white haired boy, who seemed to resemble both Yukon and Northwest Territories, let out and indignant squawk, as his favourite toy was nearly stepped on.

"Sorry there, Nuna." Ontario whispered, as his brothers and sister seemed fully concentrated on the TV. Well, save for Nunavut and Ontario himself. When the door was securely close and locked, Ontario re-joined his brethren in the living room. On closer inspection, it seemed that the Maritimes were involved in a poking war, NWT was keeping a close eye on Nunavut, and British Columbia was talking to 'Saquatch' again. Seems the poor thing didn't know that the wood ape just didn't exist. In the poking war, Newfoundland and his twin Labrador seemed to be gaining up on the smaller PEI. She was close to tears, and clinging on to New Brunswick like a lifeline. New Brunswick meanwhile was intent on bothering Nova Scotia to his wits end, poking the latter, again and again, only to have his hand swatted away. Ontario counted up the provinces and territories, making sure that everyone was present, before settling in to also watch the Canadian Comedy.

Later, during a commercial break, Saskatchewan was alerted to a loud banging coming from the door. Standing up slowly, the prairie made his way to the door, looking through the peep hole. There stood his sister, Manitoba, covered thickly in snow, and shivering. The boy unlocked the door, and swung it open, as the other brushed off snow, and tried desperately to get warm.

"Aha! F-f-finally! I-I-I've b-b-been out t-there for a w-w-while." She stuttered, looking cold and exhausted. But the sandy blond just looked at her with a dazed and confused look.

"Who are you?"

"Manitoba! Your sister!"

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Poor Manitoba seems to have taken after her father in a way.