𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔍𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 - Countryhumans.

17. ℌ𝔞𝔱𝔢

"Sooo..." New England began. "You two are my new roommates!" He greeted as politely as he could. "Listen, I... didn't have much time to prepare, your dad, aka my boss... kinda invited you two to my house without me knowing so... yeah." New England explained. The two Indiviuals, a smaller man around the same height as New England, and a taller woman in a light brown trenchcoat. "I suppose Canada is like that..." The woman commented, groaning. "I don't really mind... although do you have a TV around here?" The man asked. The man's question about the TV caught New England off guard, he hadn't anticipated such a request so soon. "Well yeah-" "Sweet!" The man sat down on the couch, turning the TV on. "Name's British Columbia, but you can call me BC." BC explained, as he turned on the first hockey channel. New England looked from BC to the tall woman, who silently observed the scene unfolding before her. "I see, BC," New England replied, slightly amused by BC's eagerness. "Well, I'm New England, as you already know. And I suppose you haven't introduced yourself yet?" He looked over to the woman, gesturing towards her. She sighed, clearly annoyed at the chit chat "Name's Québec." Québec answered, making her way too the couch, and sitting down.

New England couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation himself, her annoyed demeanor was quite off-putting, but he tried to brush it off. "Québec," he echoed, as if trying the name on his tongue. "That's a interesting name. I'm guessing you're French Canadian?" New England tried to lighten the atmosphere, though it seemed to have little effect. Québec didn't respond, focusing on the television. "Don't mind her mate, she's always angsty like this." BC explained... Québec clicked her tounge in response, the irritation evident. New England couldn't suppress a slight scoff at BC's explanation about Québec. "Yeah, I can see that," he replied, his tone slightly sarcastic. "Does she... always act like that?" BC shrugged. "Pretty much, a cigarette or two keeps her mouth shut though, speaking of which... do you have any beer in the fridge?" BC asked. "Beer?" New England repeated. "I... yeah, there should be some in the fridge. But, how old are you?" New England asked. "I'm like... 28, why?" BC asked. "Twenty-eight..." he echoed, the tone of his voice reflecting his astonishment. He took a moment before replying. "Well, I just didn't expect you to be that old, that's all." His eyes then shifted to Québec, wondering how old she was, but he decided not to ask. "In Canada, we drink when we're 14." "W h a t ?" "Nah, I'm fucking with you mate, it's 19, but still." BC explained. "You're... you're screwing with me, right?" He asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and concern. "You guys really start drinking at 19?" He shook his head, finding the culture difference quite unexpected. "...when do you Americans start drinking?" BC raised his brows.

"Well, in most states, it's 21," he answered, his tone slightly sheepish. "Not exactly the most reasonable age, if you ask me." New England explained. BC's mouth dropped. "TWENTY FUCKING ONE??? HOW DO YOU GUYS LIVE, THATS TOO OLD." BC exclaimed. Québec scoffed at the loud shouting. "I know, I know," he replied, trying to calm BC down. "Believe me, I've questioned that a few times myself." His eyes shifted once more to Québec, noticing her scoffing at BC's enthusiasm. "Speaking of which, mate." BC began, leaning back on his chair. "What's your favorite hockey team." BC asked. "Favorite hockey team, huh?" he repeated, a small smile forming on his face. "That's an easy one. The Boston Bruins, of course." he replied, his voice filled to the brim with pride. BC's face darkened. "...What did you just say?" BC muttered. "I said... my favorite hockey team is the Boston Bruins?" he repeated, his voice slightly more hesitant this time. He couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy by BC's sudden change of demeanor. "I don't think we can be friends you filthy McDonald's loving monkey." BC cursed, his face contorting in disgust. "Excuse me?" he exclaimed, his voice rising slightly, "Filthy McDonald's loving monkey?" He looked from BC to Québec, hoping she would provide some explanation or at least support him. "Don't drag me into this you Anglo idiots bickering over... hockey of all things." Québec hissed.

"You're calling me names over hockey teams?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with irritation. "What's your issue, mate? Bruins are a great team!" BC leaned forward in his chair. "Listen, Toronto Maple leafs, and the Vancouver Canucks is the ONLY acceptable hockey teams... truth of the matter is... YOU AMERICANS SUCK AT HOCKEY." BC proudly exclaimed. "Oh, now you've done it," he muttered, his voice growing colder. "Toronto Maple Leafs and Vancouver Canucks are acceptable? Are you out of your mind? Bruins are legends! Just because we're American doesn't mean we suck at hockey!" BC shook his head. "NAH NAH NAH, CAUSE YOUR TEAMS ARE MADE OF STEERS WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY." BC argued. "TORONTO WOULD BEAT YOUR ASS ANY DAY." "STEERS? Listen here, mate, Bruins could wipe the ice with Toronto any day," he retorted, his voice raising. "We've got history, skill, and the spirit that your sorry teams have never seen!" "YOUR HOCKEY HISTORY IS MADE OF TWO DONKEYS SMASHING THEIR FACES IN-" Québec hissed again. "Would you two shut the FUCK up?!"

The room went quiet.

The room fell into a tense silence, each of them looking at her, slightly taken aback by her sudden vehemence. "Sheesh..." BC commented. "Someones angry." "Ofcourse you braindead corpse..!" She snarled back again. "Now keep that little mouth of yours shut, or I'LL MAKE IT SHUT FOR YOU!" She threatened, leaning back on the Sofa. New England couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Québec's menacing tone. He was beginning to wonder how he got himself tangled up with these two roommates. BC, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by Québec's threats, though he still looked a bit wary. "Alright, alright, chill, will ya?" BC replied, trying to appease her. "Fine, FINE, I will, as long as you DONT BICKER ABOUT HOCKEY." She finally finished her tyrade, crossing her arms and legs. "Jesus fucking christ..." New England muttered under his breath. BC leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of relief and slight annoyance. "Bloody hell, mate..." he mumbled. "You still up for the beer?" New England asked BC. BC's face lit up at the mention of beer. "Hell yeah, I'm still up for a beer," he replied, a smile forming on his face. "This argument's made me thirsty for a cold one." New England smiled. "Great! how about you, Qu-" "No." "Okay."  he returned with two beer bottles, handing one over to BC. He sat down as he popped a cold one.

"Dude, you wanna watch like a movie? they released some good ones." New England asked BC, as he sat down on the couch. BC took a big gulp from his beer before answering. "Hell, yeah, man!" he agreed, a smile still on his face. "What do you have in mind? I'm up for anything good." New England leaned back. "Well, I was thinking..."