The Day...a Tuesday. I wait in my room until i hear Canada's car leave the driveway to go to the World Meeting that was scheduled for today.
When i was sure he was gone i got up and left my room and head towards his office. Im not sure how much im going to find because he takes his briefcase with him to the meetings, but i continue anyway.
I open his door, trying to silence the squeaks even though he isnt here. What can i say, its fun being sneaky. When im inside the room i close the door behind me and walk up to his desk. I walk around his desk to his extremely comfy rolling chair and take a seat.
Where should i start first? Canada is really organized so i have to be careful and put everything back exactly the way it was before. I start at the bottom where the drawers are located. Opening the first drawer on the left side i was a stapler and scissors and other office supplies that didnt seem important. Checking the drawer on the bottom on the right side i once again find nothing of importance. I do this with the rest of the drawers, but didnt see anything that was caught my attention. Getting up i walk over to the filing cabinet he has against the wall i open the top drawer and take out the most recent papers.
Heading back to the chair i was in recently i plop back down kicking my feet up on the desk. Fingering the papers i skim over what was being discussed, but nothing seems to be significant enough to make Canada so worried.
Thats when i hear a car door shut. I look out the window behind the chair to see Canada walking up to the door. I race out of the chair and put the papers back in the cabinet and hide in the nearby closet.
Why is he home so early? Was the meeting canceled? I wait for him in the closet and eventually the office doors are opened and footsteps walk to where the desk is located. There was a plunking noise, which i assume is his briefcase. A sigh from the Canadian man signals he is still upset.
"Where is Ashton i need to speak with her," he mumbles to himself and the footsteps head back to the door, which is opened and shut. I hop out of the closet and silently run over to the briefcase on the desk.
In an attempt to open it i notice a lock on it. It was a four number lock and so many possibilities. I go with the most cliche of them all and try my birth year. To my surprise it opens, and on my first try too. Im really good at this. Maybe i should give up being a personification and become a spy.
I giggle at my thought but shake my head and focus on the task at hand. I lift the top of the case up and immediately my attention goes to a paper with the giant red letters at the top that read URGENT. I pick up the paper and read through it. About half way through the paper my eyes bug out of my head and i fall into my seat.
So this is what got Canada so worried and he has every right to be. Why would someone want to do this? What has Canada ever done? He's hardly ever noticed, but when he is this happens?
Why would someone want to go to war with Canada?
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Little Sister
Fiksi PenggemarCanada was a new country once. Now he is a strong country with many provinces and cities. One of those provinces is Quebec. Quebec is a sweet girl who was the first to be found by Canada and though Canada sees Quebec, or Bec for short, as his little...
