Okay, so... I kinda imagined Yukon like this: at Mattie and Alfred's age, but a lot more childish. He really likes being outside, and calls the outdoors "out back", or "the backyard". He's really friendly with all kinds of animals, and likes to wrestle his polar bears, since they're like pets to him. Seriously.

He's also freakishly strong, as seen by this moment in time where he kills a polar bear with his bear hands.

Also: he really likes messing around with people, and he's actually very intelligent, but hates being cooped up inside and won't read for the life of him. He's a big fan of extreme sports and winter sports.

And vodka. His taste for that came from Alaska, mostly.

-Panther-chan

Yukon: Versatile

Another World Summit meeting was in progress, and Alfred and Matthew were late – mainly because of the accursed snow that was piling waist high. They ended up needing to take a helicopter, and for reasons unknown to America, his little brother had decided to bring one of his territories along: Yukon. The man, who looked to be about the same age as the two nations, wore an off-white modern parka with fur around the edges of the sleeves, the bottom, and the hood. It looked quite warm, along with the same-coloured snow pants and boots. He also had ski goggles on and a large grin. His white mittens were poking out of his parka pockets and the beige toque on his head had a red maple leaf imprinted on it.

"So, where are we going?" he asked, sounding like an excited child.

"We're going to a World Summit in Ottawa," Matthew responded, hugging Kumajiro tightly. The little bear squirmed a bit to get comfortable, then decided he liked Yukon better and reached out with his forepaws.

"Yukon, Yukon," he said, waving his paws in the air. The territory grinned and laughed, plucking him from Canada's grip.

"Hey there, little one!"

"Yukon, Yukon!"

"Hey, Mattie!" Alfred shouted over the roaring of the engine. The snowing clouds had become a bit thicker, but the pilot had assured the warmer nation that all was well.

His brother looked up, surprised at the mention of his name, and Alfred idly wondered why he would be startled. "Y-yes?"

"Isn't that your bear?"

"Well... polar bears live in the northern territories, so... he likes them a lot."

"Oh!"

The rest of the ride passed in silence, until the engine clunked out and the pilot had to make an emergency landing. "Shit! Gotta land here!"

She managed to get them down safely and they piled out into the snow, Alfred already feeling cold. "Here, take Kumajiro." He gladly accepted the surprisingly warm little bear from the territory, but the animal growled until Yukon spoke to him in Inuktitut, before saying, "I'll go find some shelter! Matthew, can you stay with these two and try to keep them warm?"

"Yes! Hurry, please!"

Yukon gave his nation a crisp salute and dove into the snow, the wind howling like a maddened beast. It was turning into a blizzard quite quickly, but for some strange reason, Canada and his citizen were content.

"W-why a-aren't y-you t-two f-freezing?"

"I'm Canadian!" the pilot shouted, whooping and punching the air. Matthew blinked, then grinned and laughed, shouting wordlessly and happily into the air with her. Alfred had never seen him this outgoing before, and it startled him. What else was he not noticing about his little brother?

They stayed inside the helicopter to try and block some of the wind, and eventually Matthew and Kumajiro had to get out, piling snow up to insulate the air vehicle. Alfred, used to seeing only the tiny little polar bear, almost pissed himself when a full-sized adult male white bear stared at him through a window.

"Are you okay?" it asked in a deep, rumbling voice. America could do naught but whimper, while the pilot reached over and wiped the fog off the window to give a thumbs-up.

"W-was that K-Kumajiro?"

"Yep!"

Not half an hour later, after Mattie and his bear had returned to the confines of the vehicle, Yukon returned with a sled freshly – and professionally – made of pine trees and a team of white wolves. He held what looked to be a harness made of animal skin, and a full bear pelt lay over the sled itself.

"C'mon out! Let's go!"

Matthew was the first out of the helicopter, with the now small again Kumajiro and the pilot following closely. She gave the wolves a wide berth and followed Yukon's directions to sit in the sled, under the bear skin. The territory assured her it was perfectly safe and asked America to do the same. There was enough room for the both of them, with a bit to spare, and Mattie ended up sitting on the front end of the sled. He whooped happily, throwing his hands in the air and laughing, the moment they started to move. The wolves had, for some strange reason, allowed Yukon to harness them, and they contentedly pulled the two nations, the pilot, and the territory to the nearby meeting at a steady pace.

When they arrived, England and France were the first to greet them. America, having dozed off, was startled by France's shriek of fear – because of the wolves, of course, who ran free the moment the leather harnesses were removed. Yukon waved and they howled goodbye, and he grinned, turning to the two gaping nations.

"Wassup?"

Canada sighed and stood, stretching stiffly with a smile on his face. Kumajiro grew to about ten feet in length and shook his thick fur coat free of ice and snow, and France, now thoroughly frightened, jumped into England's arms. The man promptly dropped him and ran inside. A moment later, Germany, Japan, and Italy came to find the source of the ruckus. They all gaped at the large bear and the grinning young man, and the smiling pilot and the yawning America.

"What happened?" Germany shouted, slightly concerned.

"Oh. Well, the helicopter's rotor got ice stuck in it and we crash-landed out back," Yukon pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "So, I killed a bear and gave the meat to the wolves and made a sled and brought us over here!"

Germany's mouth closed, then opened a few times before he sputtered, "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Disdick!" Yukon laughed hysterically before patting Germany on the shoulder and walking inside, waiting for Canada and his now-small bear before entering. They later found out that he was the one to catch up on Canada's waiting paperwork, completing it with little help from his country.

As he passed Germany, America put a hand on the other nation's shoulder. "I have some advice for you, thanks to a few discoveries about my little bro's provinces... and territories."

"...What?"

"Don't mess with Canada. They'll fucking kill you before he can say, "eh?""

So there ya have it! Yukon the versatile, childish territory!

Lol.

Any questions, comments? Feel free to write me!

-Panther-chan