Countryhumans Summercamp REMAKE

Chapter 3: The Train

Canada POV

well, all I have to say is that i'm thankful. the the school board decided it would be best if we would all go to a neutral country, which would be my own aunts. my aunt is Switzerland, known for her mountains, gold, and peace keeping. she is Frances sister, my uncle is Belgium and we see him a lot more than Switzerland because Switzerland hates being a bother and coming over all the time. she's just like me, see, that's how i'm related to France. I haven't seen her in awhile which is unfortunate.

we are waiting at the train station, packed and ready, I can tell america is eager to get away from the house. my mother France is crying like a madman with her mascara running down her face, I try to comfort her but there's no use. In the distance we hear a loud horn that was most likely from our train. France quickly dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief which quickly turned into her aggressively wiping the mascara off. when the train arrived all four of us gave France a large hug, when It was my turn I hug my mother tight, and a bit longer.

Unfortunately my father decided not to show up, either because he was to busy, or he knew he couldn't control himself and would be overwhelmed with tears, I think we both know the answer why, to that one.

" au revoir maman.. " I whispered, tears forming in my eyes, I could tell why I was so worried for this moment, I would have to say goodbye to my mother for the whole summer, me and my mother are very close. " ne vous inquiétez pas, Canada, je suis ici. "  she whispered back.

I let go and the Train whistles again signaling its last chance to hop on. I quickly grab my things, and hop in, closing the doors behind me, I wave to my mother as the train begins to move, tears streaming down her face. and within seconds, She vanishes from view.

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I turn around from the window, I see the compartment rooms. In the letter we were instructed to go where-ever we please as long as we stay in our cart. Since we were the first few people on the cart we had to wait for some of our friends, unlike america and Aussie, whose friends were the first stop, I've mentioned them earlier, but not their names, their Spain's and Portugal's children. (still shocked their together? me to.) Mexico, Brazil, Peru, Argentina, Uruguay, ETC. they all play some type of sports together. I past by the loudest cart, I glance over and I see all my siblings and Spain's kids.

I would of gone in I swear but.. in the letter it said no more than 6 people, and they were already breaking that rule, sooooooo....... okay its not that, okay its part of it, but what would I even say? how would I say it? oh well it doesn't matter. I walk down the hall and choose a smaller compartment, I know I only want 2 other people with me. Poland, and Ukraine. Their my best friends, I play hockey with them, tell them anything, and we all support each other no matter what.

of course Poland was Ukraine childhood friend, they apparently grew up with each other, whenever their fathers would meet up with each other for meetings. We all have something in common, something is incredibly wrong with our fathers, some more than others. Poland was "adopted" (or should I say stolen) by his father, for his land, his father is, uh, no no Germany. source of all evil as some would say, Poland would say that. Ukraine's father,The soviet Union, only had her as a buffer state, trained her to fight against us, and made her build a ton of crap, and would invade her territory. My father, Is obsessive, wants everything the way he wants it and wants to rule the world, and uses america for money and a safety net if something goes wrong with him.  

I shake my head trying not to think about bad things during the summer, I look around the compartment. couches on each side big enough for a twin bed, and I see a carving in the wall that is meant to be a bunk about the two couches. The floor is carpeted, and there is a gigantic window in the middle touching the bottom to the ceiling, but in the middle of the two beds. two curtains are hung on the sides of the window, I scan around and only find a sink, no toilet. probably in the halls. I pull over the curtains over the door and pull my luggage under the couch bed on the left. I get out a notepad and a pencil and start calculating when we will arrive at Germany's, where they will have Poland, and when we will arrive at Russia's, where they will have Ukraine.