Countryhumans Summercamp REMAKE

Chapter one: The Letter

Canada POV

As If this day couldn't get any worse my mother suggests we go to the malls to cheer up. someone like her only cheers up by spending money. but unfortunately for my case a new bag or more makeup for her to test on my face wouldn't fix my new situation.

 what happened was that we had just received a new letter that someone a slid under the door along with some bills, newspaper, or whatever. 

looking through them I noticed a similar print on the letter, this was associated with my school, an academy for the countries around Europe and neighboring continents whose countries would have dorms on campus. 

with a subway train connecting them all over, my father had funded the school to up his reputation to other countries, making the school creators drool over him so he would give more money, this would in fact help his ego and give him more supporters. 

the school creators where a collected bunch of countries would believed that education was very important to the young minds, more than just math but world peace and etc.

well I slowly walked over to my mother, France, yes, THE France. everyone always seems surprised when I say that. she was drinking tea- weird she usually drinks wine- uh never-mind. 

France was always considered "Beautiful" by other countries, In old stories, (also by Americas Friend Germany who was basically head over heels for her), they always describe her with long white curly hair that stretched down her back and a weird aura that seemed romantic, even with her terrifying red eyes they seemed like a pretty deep wine red in some lights. 

When us seen together, usually shopping, by what I mean shopping I mean her being a shopaholic and me carrying the bags and letting her plaster makeup on my face to test it. people always be chatty and go on about how similar we look. by looks, we are basically twins.

I have short wavy hair that slightly curled too but instead of a snow white color, I had the red wine look. although I'm pretty sure I don't have that "Romantic aura", I do have freckles, which I got from her, seeing paintings of when she was younger  - when I say younger I mean younger, like not a few hundred years old like maybe 9 years old. - I saw freckles plastered under her doe-like eyes. 

(next part is translated into french.)

" euh- mère " ( uh- mother ) I said, handing her the letter. " oui le Canada ? " ( yes Canada? ) she asked, her eyes not breaking from the cover of a book she was scanning at, she read that thing like a thousand times, seriously, She was probably thinking about reading it again. 

she opened the letter, still looking at the book, as she raised the letter to her gaze I saw her face instantly drop. My stomach dropped, why would she have the reaction like that?  her face didn't seem scared, so I figured I shouldn't be, but she looked confused, kinda worried, a some point annoyed, then, she turned the letter over facing the table, and looked towards me.

" uh- canada- " she says nervously as if that if she were to talk any louder she may set off a bomb or something. " yes? Is something wrong? " I say full of worry. " your going to a summer camp. " she said quickly, she bit her lip, nervously wondering for my response.

" a- a summer camp? " I say with a fake worried smile. " I suppose. " she says now with less worry. she flipped over the letter and scanned it again. " I don't understand why they would send a cold country to a hot and muggy camp!  " she hisses, when shes done being worried the attitude takes over. I guess her being worried was a response to america (Recently..) having a meltdown over not being able to go to a friends house for awhile or something as little as not being able to go fish. so I can see why shes so on edge with me.

although not once have I really gotten out of line (unlike my older brother america-) I'm the type to never disobey my mother or father, especially my father because he is in control of about 90% of the world. crazy right? 

" uh- I- Is.. is it mandatory? " I say, stammering over my words, still in shock over the random, sudden news. " Yes, I guess. I remember when I had to trench into the mud and the disgusting lakes and rivers during my early age to get around, or was that while I was in constant war with your father? " France says, ranting on to herself.

I didn't really listen though. " well who cares," she says as she stops herself from rambling on, " I think being out of this house would be good for you and your siblings, us pampering you all. you should see the real world. " she smiled to herself. " now keep your mouth shut about this, we'll talk about this during supper. "

I nod my head, still with a worried look, knowing how my mother likes making things more dramatic then it is, telling this to everyone at dinner would be perfect. she sits up and starts walking to the stairs slowly, like I did, still examining the letter.

I sighed to myself, great! All I wanted to do this summer was hang low, not be involved- wait- if this is a mandatory school event, then Russia's stupid little gang would have to go. I usually spend the summer not seeing them once, being on the west side of Europe living in my mothers territory  and them all being over at eastern Europe and even in Asia. so Avoiding them wasn't even on my mind. now we'll all be stuck together at some muggy old camp at where-ever anyone knows.