Never Forgotten

Chapter Thirty Two

The above is just a little guide to the Provincial and Territorial flags. Among my top three are Nunavut, Nova Scotia, and Quebec. Damn son.

Prussia's POV:

Nova Scotia was growing up exceedingly fast. He was maybe four or five in human years by now and, even though he wasn't mine, he was still one of the most precious things in my life.
In the morning he would wake us up at seven, asking for Mattie's pancakes. Of course, Birdie would always relent easily. Hector had the biggest eyes  I had ever seen. It was almost as if he were one of those characters in Japan's comic books.
Honestly, I had never felt more at home.
"Hey Gil?" Mattie asked one day as we were cuddling on the couch, watching Disney movies while Nova played with a toy fishing rod on the floor.
"Ja, Birdie?!" I currently had the blonde lying over me like a blanket. His head was resting comfortably on my chest.
"Do you wanna get married?" His hand found mine and he entwined our fingers.
"Really?!"
"Yeah..."
"Of course I do, Birdie! Vhat brought zhis on?" I smiled, kissing his head.
"I'm just really happy...and I want this to last." His eyes closed and he smiled lightly. Gött. So beautiful.
"Can I be zhe one to valk down zhe aisle?"
"If you want to..."
"Und can Luddy be zhe one to lead me?"
"I don't see why not..."
I squealed like a Justin Bieber fan except probably somehow louder. Nova Scotia looked up at me with the cutest and most judgemental face a kid could muster. Vatti? Y u scream?
"Sorry, Cheese Puff." I told him.
"Please don't call my baby Cheese Puff." Mattie requested.
"Vhy not?"
"I can name many reasons."
"Vhat do I call him zhen?"
"Little Lobster."
"Vhat?"
"He's my little lobster..."
"Jou're insane, Mattie. I'm leaving you for Gilbird." I laughed.
"First of all...Gilbird is the size of a small Apple....how would that even work? And secondly...if you ever leave me I'll go all yandere on your ass."
"Language, papa!" Nova scolded.
"Sorry, dear." Mattie reached out his free hand to pet the child on his head.
"Vhat if I called him Pumpkin?" I whispered.
Birdie sighed. "I guess you can call him pumpkin if you want."
"Kesesesese~" I laughed, kissing Mattie's forehead again.
There was a silence in which I just enjoyed my Canadian blanket and he enjoyed his Prussian bed. Then, mein Liebe spoke up again.
"I shoulda known he was gonna be Nova Scotia after all those times I was craving donairs when he was in my man-uterus." This made me laugh even harder.
"Kesesese~ Donkay! Jou made a funny!"
"We are not doing this bit again, Gil."
"Are jou saying zhat zhe shrek jokes are...all ogre now?" I poked his cheek lightly.
"Of course they are...we are mature adults now."
"Zhat's vhat jou vant to zhink." I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nozhing. Nozhing." I rolled over so he was now under me. "How aboot ve call jour papa up to babysit our little bluenoser und go out for dinner tonight?"
Mattie studied my face, trying to crack the hidden meaning behind my words.
He did.
I wanted the booty.
"Did you just say aboot?"
"I-"
"Heheh! Gil, you're picking up my accent!"
I turned bright red at this. Why do Canadians have to be so infectious?
"Well...are we gonna Netflix and Chill or what?" I asked, averting his attention back to my intended topic.
"How aboot we telefrancais and chill instead?"
"Oh hell no! I ain't sitting through that horror again!" I grimaced at the thought of that godforsaken French pineapple.
"I was kidding, Gil. But let's totally go out on a date tonight." He smiled.
I smiled back, kissing his cheek before rolling onto the floor. "I'll get Francey-Pants on zhe phone!"

Bluenoser- a name given to Nova Scotians. It comes from the ship (the one on the Canadian dime) and the occurrence when fishermen are out in a cold day and their noses freeze to the point of turning blue.
Since I'm pretty sure all the readers of this fic are Americans I'll just go into Nova Scotia's culture a bit.
Back in Canada's early days, NS was a big fishing port. Their main economy still borders around fishing, farming, and boat building as well as logging. Lobster and donairs are popular Bluenoser dishes. (Not together. That would be disgusting)
Donairs are only an east coast thing, the rest of Canada and the world don't actually know about them. they're hard to explain. Google it.
The name "Nova Scotia" is Latin for New Scotland. And hot damn is it ever Scottish there. One of the NS military uniforms involves a kilt, they eat Haggis in the Cape Breton Highlands, and it's a stereotype that all Nova Scotians play the fiddle or Bagpipes.
They're also known for their beer and wine. Jöst vineyards sells wine all over the world and the Alexander Keith's factory is haunted.
Speaking of haunted, Nova Scotia is also known for its ghost stories. One of the most famous in the world, the story of Esther Cox (Google it) takes place in Amherst. We also have myths involving Selkies, which are seals who shed their skin on a full moon and become beautiful people. If you steal their skin then they are forced to stay with you.
We also have the Hidey Hinder Of Dagger woods. That thing is creepy af.
And lastly, our music is killer.
Like I said, scottish. A lot of our music has a Celtic twist.
We're big on the rock and country tho. Popular bands/singers include The Stanfields (personal fave.) Classified (I've visited one of his houses) George Canyon (my mom went to school with him) and I think Matt Mayes. We also brought The Trailor Park Boys and This Hour Has 22 Minutes into the world.
And also we send a Christmas tree to New York every year as thanks for the Halifax Explosion aid.
Aaaaand we were mentioned in a Sherlock Holmes story.
Also:
-second smallest province
-shaped like a whale
- highest taxes in the country
-coal mining was also a big trade for us in the early 1900s.
-100% the best province.
I think I'm done.