J'aime Canada, et Toi?

Jour Avec Belgium

Here we find a rather tall man, blond and wearing librarian glasses on top of his violet eyes. He is siting on a chair in a meeting room. The room has a large circular table and a white board on a wall. There are about 200 people sitting in this room, but for now we'll focus on the violet eye.
The man looks down to a creature on his lap, a tiny polar bear.
"Say Kuma-kuki, do you think that the others will notice me this time?"
"Who are you?" The bear asks his owner
The blond sighs, "I'm Canada, the one who feeds you."
"Oh, do you have any maple syr-
"You bloody twat! Stop eating burgers and pay attention to me!"
Canada looks up and sees his younger twin having his ear yelled off by the man who was presenting.
"Sarry dude, I can't stop my cravings!" Canada's twin exclaims. "Maybe you shouldn't have fed me coal!"
Canada winces, he knows both the people in the argument. His twin being the United States of America. They look nearly identical with a few slight differences. America's eyes are green and he has a cowlick. Canada's hair is silkier, blonder. His eyes are also slightly smaller and has a little hair curl.
Now the other person, was his former caregiver, England. England is rather short for a man, with emerald eyes and nearly gold hair. Also, for some odd reason, he seems to have two pairs of eyebrows.
The reason Canada is wincing is that England is rather sensitive about his cooking.
"You ungrateful brat! You cannot criticize my cooking if yours is deep fried oil!"
The two soon get into a brawl, somehow dragging in people on the other side of the room.
Canada sighs, "I guess I'll just leave for lunch, eh?"
"Matthieu! You are going out? Let me come!"
Canada was about to exit when he heard the voice of a friend. His friend is a brunette with a lime hair band and an absolutely massive bust. She is wearing a button up shirt and a blue dress.
"Ah, Bella, you want to come? Pourquoi?"
"Mon frere est combattre avec les autres nations." (My brother is fighting with the other nations)
"Where do you want to go, eh?"
Bella though for a moment and decided.
"There's a nice cafe nearby, I heard they have good waffles."
The Canadian looks disgusted.
"They better have good pancakes aussi."
They are about to leave when a man interrupts them.
"Belgium! Where are you going!"
"Sorry Germany! The meeting is not going anywhere so me and Matthjis are going out!"
'Germany' is a muscular blonde man with aqua eyes. He is currently standing on a podium with his arms crossed staring at Bella.
"You know die meeting hasn't been dismissed, ja?"
A clock chimes in the distance.
"Never mind, all you dumkoffs can leave."
He tells the room.
Belgium and Canada head out. They walk down the downtown street until they find the shop.
"Merde, closed!" Belgium exclaims.
"How aboot that one over there?" Canada points.
The place he's pointing to is a cafe with several European flags hanging on it.
"Huh, never seen that one, is it new?" Belgium questions the Canadian.
"Oui, it seems to be a multi-nation influenced café, eh?"
"But why does it have so many flags on it, I have never seen anything like that in Europe?"
"England has been adopting my brother and I's flag culture." Canada explains. "Flags are seen as a way to express your heritage, culture, influence and pride. We love just hanging them up everywhere."
They two head into the building and sit down. A waiter come up and asks for their order. Belgium asks for some waffles and Canada a plate of macrons. When they get their food, they take a bite and spit it out.
"MERDE" (SHIT)
"Matthieu, es-tu as ton syrup d'eable?" (Matthew do you have your maple syrup?)
"Non, mon frere a mange tout de stock." (No, by brother ate the whole stock.)
"Trade s'il vous plait?" (Trade please?)
The plates switch sides and they eat the new food presented to them.
"AUSSI MERDE" (ALSO SHIT)
Back at the meeting room, they see it empty. The food was so disgusting that Canada and Belgium went back way earlier than the other nations.
"What now, eh?" Canada asks
"Prepare for our presentations?"
"You have a presentation?"
"No, brother does that for me."
...
"Hmmm, I know. There is this thing going around where countries are personified as humans with flag colour skin."
"So, we see what the people think we look like?" Belgium asks
"Oui, it might be fun eh?"
They pull out their phones to look at these 'personifications'. They end up seeing a lot of 'ships'.
"Moi avec Ukraine? Pourquoi?" (Me with Ukraine? Why?)
"Sweiss! Non, il chocolate est plus merde." (Switzerland! No, his chocolate is too shit.)
"Why is it all on Wattpad! This is not what my people intended it to be used for!"
They get a few laughs in until the clock chimes in the distance. The rest of the Hetalia personifications file into the meeting room and the meeting resumes.
"So, Bella, how did the lunch go with Matthjis?" Says a man.
The man is the tallest in the room, with a cone head blonde hair style. His expression is neutral but eyes curious.
"Well Lars, we went to a cafe. But all their food was merde." Bella says to Lars.
"Ah, why did you not bring me along?"
...
"Because dear brother, it would hurt my chances with him too much."

Alright, first chapter. How was it? Sorry for bad French, used google translate and my grade 8 French experience. Also, this might be absolute trash as I wrote most of this at 2 am. I got the idea for this story after reading many Canada-centric stories.
The Countryhumans part is a reference on how the most poplular ships with them are with Ukraine and Switzerland. Wattpad was made by Hong Kong - Canadians. If you didn't realize, this takes place in London England. And yes, Can-Am flag culture really is like that.
I always found Canada to be easily paired, due to its somewhat favourable on look by most nations. This is what this book will be about.