Canadian Idiot 16 May 18
To be fair, on every other visit, Canada made sure that the room was locked and that everyone knew not to go into it. Then again, he had always known his family had never been very good at impulse control.
So, of course they had wandered into his secret room.
"Well, well, well, welcome to my lair."
Walking in, you might think this was the home of a hockey coach…who had had every single team member donate their jersey to him for some reason…along with their pucks…and sticks…and medals.
Until you counted in the fact that as a Nation, and as someone who doesn't age…Canada had participated in nearly every one of his team's across his country. He could never bear to throw any of it out, as each one now stood for a memory and a time gone by that only he was still alive to remember, hence the enormous and flagrant display of paraphernalia that America, England, and France were still recovering from their shock of seeing.
Alfred was the first to snap out of it.
"Holy shit, this is almost as much stuff as I have in my hockey collection.
Everyone turned and stared at him.
"What?"
"You have more than this?"
America now sported his trademark confident grin and thumbs up. "It will fucking blow your mind away, guaranteed."
Have a great day lovelies! Hope your enjoying your summer XD
North of the North