So, now it's a territory! North-West Territory, the least merciful of all the provinces/territories of Canada. Sorry for the large gap between uploads, I've been too busy to acces my computer before now! Sorta...
Anyway, here's another chapter explaining why you should fear Canada! Or trust, if we're your ally.
-Panther-chan
North-West Territories: Merciless
The Woman in White, as Alfred knew her for a while after the Winter Festival, was a fearsome being and was the main hunter of his little brother's house. Every day, she brought in at least three large moose and two deer. On the side, she sometimes had beaver, rabbit, grouse, fox, wolf, seal, snake, bear, and fish. She would also bring in medicinal herbs she sometimes found, along with wild raspberries – which British Columbia loved to snack on.
She never spoke when other people were around, but Ontario, a man around Matthew's age with dark brown, slicked-back hair and blue eyes along with some kind of formal attire, spoke highly of her intelligence and always made sure her opinions were heard.
The only thing Alfred really knew about her was that her territory was cold, harsh, had Inuits, and lots of polar bears. He also knew that she was almost as scary as Quebec without really meaning to be. She was a very intimidating person, simply because of the meat she brought home daily and the way she wore animal skins for clothes. Her blank, pupil-less white eyes were almost as bad. The only color she ever had was in the feathers braided into her hair by Inuits. One was red, another was white, a third was blue, and the fourth and fifth were green and yellow.
She was always in the background and preferred observing others over speaking her piece. Matthew seemed to know it anyway, though, and said it for her – and when he wasn't listened to, British Columbia would scream for everyone to "shut your fucking faces and listen".
Not even France was stupid enough to keep talking.
One memory of her stuck out in Alfred's memory: he had been invited by Matthew to a hunting trip in the North-West Territories, and he had been so pumped up he barely noticed the bear behind him. It was as white as the snow, and while he was preoccupied by the sighting of a beach full of seals, it had decided he was edible and had snuck up on him. He felt one breath on the back of his head before he realized that his head was going to become a polar bear's new chew toy before something smacked the top of the bear's head and it collapsed from the force of N.W.T's fist hitting it.
The skull had caved in.
She gave Alfred a look that said to be more careful, an inspective once-over, checking for injuries, and nodded to herself before picking up the bear (she picked up a fucking polar bear!)and slinging it over her shoulders, holding the legs so it wouldn't fall.
He could do naught but stare until she was out of sight.
"Did she just... kill her favourite animal?"
"Oh, good. You're okay!" Matthew's voice sounded from the far left and Alfred looked over his shoulder at his younger brother, who was holding his hunting rifle above his head and waving as he ran over to America's side.
"Y-yeah. Um, did North-West Territories really just do that?"
"Yes. She's quite merciless."
"... Right."
Scared? You should be. That woman is fucking SCARY.
-Panther-chan
P.S: Again, I tell you this: I 'm writing this for fun! I'm really sorry if you don't like the way I've potrayed the provinces and territories, but this is how I see them... And the next one is... TRY AND GUESS MOTHAFUCKAS AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
:P