Canada was sitting alone in the living room of his and France's house. It had been a few days since the incident with America and England's 2Ps. England had explained that 2P meant Second Player, and that it was a different dimension that they were from. And that there was more. A LOT more. He also had to explain why while America and his 2Ps were going back into the cave to go home America's kissed England's on the forehead and then received a quick peck on the lips from England's.
Canada looked over seeing France come running from the kitchen. He quickly closed the door and started to barricade the door as if something was coming. "What's wrong?" Canada asked the frantic French man, who ignored him and ran the steps to get something. He came back with a loaded pistol.
"France." Canada said seeing him. France simply held his Canadian lover close and suddenly one of the windows was smashed with a hockey stick. A guy who looked almost exactly like Canada hopped through the window, soon followed by a guy who looked hardly like France. He had too much stubble.
" Il s'agit d'une belle chambre." The one who looked like France sorta muttered under his breath and was met with a pistol aimed at his forehead. "Abandon." France growled. "You'll just be hurt too dick-bag." The guy who looked like Canada said. Canada sighed and Kuma went over to the person who looked like his owner. "Who are you?" Kuma asked.
"I'm Matt, dick-wad." The Canadian, Matt, said. Canada got what was happening now. "France let him go." Canada said to France, who for some reason was trying to beat the other French man with the pistol instead of shooting it. France stopped and looked over immediately. "These are our 2Ps. That's why they look so much like us.
Translations;
Il s'agit d'une belle chambre: It is a beautiful room.
Abandon : leave