I dunno... I always thought of Quebec as protective of Canada, since Quebec WAS, at first, Canada.

Thanks for all the reviews! Jesus Christ you people were bored. And if I use a non-English language again, I'll include translations... sorry for all non-French-speaking people who read the first chapter...

Anyway, this is for British Columbia, and before you say that BC shouldn't be like this, think about the location. They're squooshed between mountains and the ocean, and their weather varies a lot between seasons.

-Panther-chan

British Columbia: Violent

It was some kind of Winter Festival and Alfred, being the good brother he was, had decided to attend.

Being a good brother didn't have anything to do with being scared of Quebec's wrath should he not attend. No sirree. No correlation whatsoever.

At the moment, he was busy enjoying a delicious triple-chocolate, piping-hot beaver tail – one of Mattie's specialties. It was delicious, to say the least. "Hey brother!" he heard Matthew's voice whisper. He mumbled a reply through a full mouth, and his brother smiled. "You shouldn't speak with your mouth full... I can't really understand it..." Both nations felt a shiver run up their spine and they turned their heads ever so slowly to see a teenage girl, no older than 16, staring with narrowed eyes at East Germany – the one who used to be named Prussia.

"I'm awesome!"

"Canada is way more awesome than whatever fucked-up scumbag you claim to be!"

The fair-haired nation scoffed and smacked her upside the head. "You're pathetic! You weren't even a nation in a single point in history! Canada... whoever that is... sucks shit, just like you!"

Matthew twitched violently and muttered, "Oh no... she's snapped!" just as the girl roared and leaped for the man's throat.

"DON'T DISS CANADA, BITCH!" she screamed while smacking him around the head and choking him at the same time. Then, she started to swear in several different languages, including German. That shocked the downed man, or so Alfred thought – but the "awesome" guy on the ground was preoccupied by the fact that he now had a severe concussion, was bleeding from the nose and mouth, and couldn't breathe.

Alfred watched in morbid fascination as non-Canadians panicked and the natives of the nation simply sighed and went on their merry ways. After a minute a tall woman in all-white clothes that looked like they were made of polar bear and deer stepped from the crowd to pick up the raging teen.

"LET ME FUCKING GO NORTH-WEST THIS LITTLE SHIT HAS TO DIE! HE FUCKING INSULTED CANADA BITCH PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM-"

A hand over her mouth served to silence her, and she bit it, drawing blood, but a man of about 20 in a dark blue denim jacket and jeans with a scruffy-looking light brown parka over it just wiped it off on his leg and smacked the back of her head. He had a dark brown cow-boy hat to complete the look and he grinned. "Calm yerself, B.C. Jesus. Ya need ta learn yerself some control."

"Ah, Manitoba. Nice of you to join us."

Quebec was now sitting beside Alfred and he shrieked and fell off his barrel-made-stool, his beaver-tail going flying.

"Oh, hello again America. Are you enjoying the festival?"

He swallowed audibly and nodded frantically. She smiled gently in return and a bit of his previous fear slipped away – only to return when she reached back and grabbed Russia by the hair. "Do you need something, Russia?"

"Nyet. I am here for the festival!"

"Then please stop spying. We do not discuss national matters in public."

"Da, Quebec."

She released him and he swiftly disappeared into the crowd. Matthew's eyes were wider than dinner plates, and Alfred, for once, was just as scared – of his brother's province, that is.

"So, B.C. How goes the cold season?" Quebec asked with a smile to the calmed teen.

"Oh, quite good. The grizzlies are nice and big too!"

"That is good to hear."

Her smiled scared the shit out of a spying England, and the man was quite sure she was aiming it at him. He knew that Quebec pretty much hated his guts, but since British Columbia didn't (the name is a hint), she refrained from killing him.

I know this included other, not yet seen provinces (and a territory!) but this was to show off British Columbia's violent side, in accordance with her weather.

Guess who's next?

-Panther-chan