July 1, 1867
Parliament Hill
Toronto, Canada
I lifted my head from the podium to check the time. It was well into the small hours of the morning—well after the British Parliament's scheduled vote on Canada's independence. As my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, my hope dwindled.
Several Canadian officials sat sparsely in the audience with their heads bowed tiredly. A doctor specifically hired for the event was fully reclined on a bench, fast asleep. Despite their presence, I felt very much alone in the vast hall.
Finally, I heard it—so close that it sounded like an explosion.
I immediately shot to my feet, blanket in hand.
It wasn't immediately apparent where the lightning had struck. I sprinted down a cobblestone path through the garden until I found a hedge ablaze. Maneuvering through some bushes, I found a naked body hunched and shivering on the grass.
A woman!
I immediately threw the blanket on top of her, causing her to cry out in surprise.
"Hello!" I exclaimed excitedly.
She looked up at me with horror written on her face. Her brown hair and pale eyes appeared silver in the moonlight. Ignoring her erratic breathing, I reached down to pull her up.
"I...am...America," I said very slowly and clearly. "Do you speak English...or...French?"
"I—I, um..." She clutched my arms, shivering like a leaf. "Yes."
I nearly died for joy. I took both of her hands in mine and squeezed tightly. "Canada, we are going to be the best of friends."
"Oh...ha...," she breathed heavily.
Then, she collapsed.
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A/N: Oh, Canada! Don't forget to vote!
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