Canada Speaks Up!

Morning came early, today is the World's Conference Meeting and Canada was dreading on going. He was up all night with his adorable pet polat bear who had caught the flu. It is not fun dealing with a runny nosed polar bear who doesn't even remember your name!

"Besides," Canada muttered, " it's not like anyone will notice I'm there and no one ever listens to my ideaseither. AND NOTHING EVER GETS DONE!!!" he looked into his wardrobe to find his usual tan suit all covered in snot.

"Yuck! I must have been so tired I forgot Mr. Kumajira sneezed all over me last night...Disgusting." he grabbed for his out-dated faded blue suit and sighed. Today was just not his day: his coffee had burned his tongue, he had melted a plastic fork to his pancake, his hair wouldn't lay right and to top it off he was out a maple syrup. The nation left his house in an extremely bitter and depressed mood.

While trudging through the meeting hall's lot, Canada wondered absent midedly that maybe the other countries would start paying attention to him if he caused trouble now and-...No he ended that train of thought quickly. If he started acting up people would mistake him for America even more.

Canada loved his brother, he truely did, but sometimes the other nation was a bit to much to bare. America was headstrong, obnoxious and loud; the polar opposite of quiet, gentle Canada. But because they happened to look similar Canada often got blamed for his brother's stupid stunts. He had bruises from Cuba to prove it.

It didn't surprise him when he walked in to find England and France at each other's throats with America egging them on. It was always like this; England and France despised each other and America just loved a good fight.

Canada gingerly stepped arounf the bickering nations and quietly took a seat next to the quarreling Frace. He liked sitting next to France because he was one of the few countries that actually knew his name, except for his brother of course. He was very quiet and withdrawn during the conference. he didn't even try to make any suggestions. He just wanted to go home.

All that changed when fance and England's spat spiraled out of control. England started to throw punches and when France dodged; canada was hit in the face. He could feel his left eye swelling as his head pounded. His day was just going from bad to worse, and to rub salt in his wounds he heard someone mutter, "Who's that?"

Pushing himself off the floor he dusted himself off, took a deep breath and squared his shoulders saying:

"I'm not a lumberjack or a furtrader, I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber or own a dogsled. I don't know Jimmy, Sally, or Suzie; although I'm sure they are really really nice.

"I have a Prime Minister, not a President. I speak English and Franch NOT American, and I pronounce it "about" not "aboot". I can proudly sew my country's flag onto my backpack."

His voice grew stronger as he continued speaking," I believe in peace-keeping Not policing, DIVERSITY NOT ASSIMILATION, AND THAT THE BEAVER IS A TRUELY NOBEL ANIMAL! AND IT IS PRONOUNCE "ZED" NOT "ZEE" "ZED"! CANADA IS THE SECOND LARGEST LANDMASS, THE FIRST NATION OF HOCKEY AND THE BEST PART OF NORTH AMERICA! MY NAME IS MATHEW AND I AM CANADIA!"

The nation stood there panting. he had never done that before, never spoke up for himself. It was invigorating. He felt amazing, noticed, the center of everyon's attention.

Untill a jarringly farmiliar voice rang out through the silence," Hey Bro! When did you get here?"

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The above quote in italics was not written by me I give all rights to the man who wrote the speech.