HOLY CRAP it's been so long since I updated.

Anyway, here's Ontario - the more, ah, connected of the provinces.

-Panther

Ontario: Connected

Once again, Alfred was hanging out at his brother's place. He was more cautious now than ever before, because he had met some of Canada's "minions", but not Ontario. Mattie had assured him that the province wouldn't hurt him, but he didn't quite believe it. After all, Quebec seemed to have no trouble threatening him – and promising to keep those threats. What would Ontario be like?

They met up with a man about their age, with slicked-back hair that was multiple shades of brown. It curled up at the base of his neck and the tips were bleached white or dyed red. It also had a few streaks of blonde, and the color matched England's. His eyes were dark blue and he was a bit pale, but wore a lazy grin and a pair of black slacks, along with a red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, showing a bit of extra skin. There was a white bandanna around his neck, probably occasionally used to keep his hair back. It was imprinted with the Ontario flag.

"Yo," he greeted, and Matthew smiled back as he gave him a tight hug. Kumajiro got one too, and he glanced over at Alfred. "This America?" he asked in a friendly tone. His nation nodded, and the visiting country got a bro-hug, too.

"Welcome to Canada. Specifically, Ontario."

He led them through a labyrinth of back streets and alleys and they came out on a boulevard, where he led them to a red sports car and waved them into it before getting into the driver's seat. He drove them to his house, a large mansion that more closely resembled a castle, and someone came over to park his car in the garage for him.

At some point they ended up eating popcorn and watching movies. It was the most normal visit Alfred had gotten with his little brother, until there were the sounds of a gunfight coming from the other end of the mansion. Ontario sighed and slipped his cell out of his pocket, pressing the speed-dial and growling.

"Why is there a gunfight in my house?"

Someone one the other line apologized, and chattered for a few seconds before he interrupted. "I don't give a flying rat's ass about your damn grudge. Get these motherfuckers outta my house, now, before I skin you alive, you stupid mobster-wannabe."

He flipped it shut and moments later, the shooting receded into shouting. That soon vanished as well and Alfred stared. "Was that...?"

"Yeah, a gang decided it'd be fun to have a shoot out at my place. Sorry for the interruption, Mattie."

"Oh, it's no problem." He smiled softly.

The blonde-brunette mix grinned and faced the TV again. Alfred shuddered, realizing that Ontario was probably one of the more... connected provinces of Canada.

Yet another scary one. This was turning out fabulously for Alfred.

So? Like, don't like?

-Panther

(P.S.: Putting more up. Enjoy the Canadian Awesomeness.)