It seems I have gotten help on those Quebequois (sp?) Swears! Thank you for helping me! I really needed it. Seeing as I live quite far away from Quebec, I felt a little lost on how he would swear at Ontario. But now I have some colourful new vocabulary to used!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. But I did make up the characters for the provinces/territories/Stares.

And while the last chapter was going on…

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When Canada walked in the house, after another long night at America's, he was not expecting the tackle he got. Nor did he expect the yelling that followed it.

"Daa~ad! He keeps calling me boring!"

"Ta gueule! It's not my fault your sign is boring!"

"See! See! He's doing it again!"

The nation looked pleadingly up at the sky for a moment, before sighing and pushing the two boys off of him. Standing, the blond nation ran a hand through his hair, while staring down at the equally blonde children. They were glaring at each other with the ferocity of a Playoff game, and neither of them looked like they were going to listen to reason much. Ontario's hand were twitching, looking as if they wanted nothing more then to wrap around his brother's neck. And, on the other hand, Quebec's eyes were darting around, as if taking in account any item he could use as a weapon.

"Okay, okay calm down, you two!" Canada managed, resting his hand on either of their shoulders. It was mostly to keep them from trying to lunge at each other, but also to try and sedate their moods slightly.

"Now…" He started, in his most fatherly voice. "What happened exactly?" Ah, perfect! He didn't know he could do such a good father-voice. England would be proud! But instead of being sheepish, and shyly admitting their discretions, the two began talking, very fast, and loud. Either of the two trying to out talk the other. Then, suddenly, Canada was pushed back, and the two were brawlin' it out, hockey style.

Canada couldn't help but smiled as he watched them, boys will be boys, and all that, right? It was a shame that they couldn't get along, yes… But sometimes families just needed two people as dynamic as that duo.

"MERDE!" Quebec shouted, when Ontario got him in a headlock. The boy laughed with malice, giving the French speaker a noogie.

"Not so tough now, eh!?"

"Ta gueule, criss!"

And in an instant their positions were switched, and Quebec had the upper hand. Looking like he might punch the other's lights out any second now.

"Ah! Pierre, Marshal! Stop it!" Canada yelped, finally intervening. He was able snatch Quebec's first, before it was able to connect with Ontario's face. Then he sent to work detangling them from each other. Now the glares they had fixed on each other were no less then murderous.

Canada sometimes he could just ignore their fighting, and let 'em have at it… But no… That would be a bad idea. A bloody bad idea, as his own 'father' would say. This situation seemed to call for punishment, as much as Canada hated to give it..

"Because you too can't seem to stop fighting, I am going to have to ground you." It was hard to stay stern, when he didn't even really want to punish them. "Stop groaning! Okay, Marshal, you aren't allowed to watch legislature on TV for a week."

"WHAT!?"

"HA!"

"And Pierre, you have to put a quarter in Swear Jar ever time you swear."

"Tabarnak!"

"That's a quarter."

"Criss!"

"That's Fifty cents." By this point, Ontario had was giggling, his own punishment forgotten.

"MERDE!"

"Seventy-five, you really aren't making this easy, are you?"

"Calice de tabarnak!"

"A dollar, now go to your room." The French province gave his father a furious look, before stalking away, towards the stairs. But not before punching Ontario in the shoulder, and growling something along the lines of "Boring Bastard!".

Ontario growled, before racing up the stairs after Quebec, his speedy movements nearly making his glasses slip off his face. Canada sighed, bypassing the stairs, and walking toward the kitchen. Right now, all he needed was some coffee.

"AVAST MATEYS!" A voice screamed, taking the Nation off guard. It came from just beyond the door that led to the kitchen, and he was scared to find out what it was. There was crashing, and Canada hoped that it wasn't his precious chinaware that was making that sound on the floor. "I AM LORD OF THE HIGH SEAS! BRITISH NAVY PIGS!" The voice laughed, loud as ever, and it took Canada a moment before he recognized it as New Brunswick. Pushing the swinging door open, the whole situation seemed to make a lot more sense. His precious Maritimes seemed to be at naval war, or something of the sort. New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and PEI were dressed up as Pirates, while Newfoundland and Labrador were dressed up in navy outfits. Canada sighed, making his way through the war, that was taking place on his table, and countertops, acknowledging the few 'Hey dad's that came his way. He grabbed a cup of coffee, and put two slices of bread in the toaster, expertly dodging any plastic swords that came his way.

He even ruffled Manitoba's hair, as she slunk past him, trying to dodge the five other kids as she gripped her Yogurt cup. His toast popped, and his put some butter on it, grabbed a plate, and escaped the war that was the kitchen. They could keep doing it, as long as the didn't break anything.

In the living room, NWT was watching TV with Nunavut and Manitoba, though the toddler and the boy didn't seem to notice her.

"Hey dad!" The boy on the couch called out, not taking his eyes away from the screen, which was showing something about polar bears.

"You know… Churchill is the Polar Bear capital of the world." Manitoba said quietly, holding Kumajiro on her lap. "Did you say something?" NWT asked, although he wasn't looking, Canada could tell the question was directed at him.

Canada just shook his head, after a second realizing that it was a stupid thing to do when someone wasn't even looking at you, and sat next to Manitoba.

Then, everyone jumped as they heard a crash from upstairs, along with a exclamation from what sounded like Alberta and Saskatchewan. Canada sipped his coffee. This could till after noon, it was still too early for too loud noises.

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Yup, finally got to write more for Ontario and Quebec! Now, the next chapter won't be out for awhile, I think. I am going away for awhile, and yeah. So, please, if you are going to favourite, why not drop a review to? I'd love ideas from people of other Provinces, 'Specially the Maritimes… And well, the whole East, actually. Oh! And sorry I was unable to get more America/Canada in here. But, Next chapter most likely! Probably… Oh! I'd also love suggestions and more French Phrases. I don't speak like, any French, so yeahh…