Meet the Provinces and Territories of Canada!

Chapter 3

Place- Williams Family House in Quebec

Queque's POV

After that stupid anglophone leaves I turn towards the countries. "Bonjour. I am Quebec, my human name is Pierre Bonnefoy-Williams. Welcome to the family house that is in my part of country. I'll be leading you all to the guest hall where all the guest rooms are." I say to all of them. I then look at papa. "Salut papa! How was the flight here?" I ask him. "It was fine there was no problems." He replied. "C'est bien. Anyway Allons-y!" I say as I start to walk into the house with the guests and papa following.

England's POV

When we walk into the house we are greeted by a large entrance hall with two stair cases that lead to a large balcony that wrapped around the room. "I know this place." The frog said. "Huh?" I say. Quebec chuckles and then says. "Well you should. This is the place where you raised papa while he was still called New France and still under French rule. I kept the main look and feel of the house but updated some of it to suit our needs." He tells the frog. "Really? You actually did that?" The frog asks utterly shocked. "Well, yes I did. I had heard many stories about you from papa. He told me how you designed the house and what furniture you had. I tried to keep it as close as possible throughout the years." Quebec tells him. The frog is utterly shocked that Canada's son would do this.

Suddenly we see a young girl with brown hair run down the left staircase. "Konichwa! Bro!" She yells excitedly while tackling Quebec into a hug. "AHHH!" He yells while falling to the ground with the brown haired girl. "VICKY!!!!" He yells at her. "Nani?" She responds. "POURQUOI FERAIS-TU ÇA?!" (Why would you do that?!) he yelled in French and enraged. "Because I love you!" The girl replies. "NO YOU DONT YOU JUST LOVE ME FOR MY ACCENT!!" He yells back. "Uhhhhhh...... ya. What can I say I'm a sucker for your French accent." She replies to his comment and then looks towards us. "Oh. Hello countries!! I'm BC but you guys can call me Vicky!" The girl who we now know as BC said enthusiastically. "Anyway. Vicky? Do you know if Micky is back yet?" Quebec asks. "Ya she's back I think she said that she was going to the pool room to chill in the hot tub for a bit until she is needed." She replies. "Ok then. I guess I'll take you guys to your rooms and then I'll take you to go and meet Micky so that she can lay down some other ground rules for you and then I'll take you to the dining hall for lunch. Any objections?" He says to us. We all shake our heads. "And while you guys doing that I'll take dad and meet you guys in the dining hall!" Bc says while dragging Matthew up the left staircase. 'Poor lad' I thought. "Alright. Now follow me." He tells us. We all follow as he leads us up the right staircase and into a big hall way. "These are the rooms you'll be staying in. Your room is marked by your flag. But in the case of the Italys with Veniciano and Romano underneath your flag so that you can tell your rooms apart." He tells us. Prussia opens his mouth to say something but then Quebec interrupts him. "Yes you can Gilbert." He says simply. Prussia looks like a kid in a candy store and runs back down the stairs with his bag. All of us are very confused as to what is going on right now. Then Germany said. "Vhat just happened?" " Well he wanted to go to the room that he normally sleeps in when he's here." Quebec responds. "And that room is?" I ask. "Papa's room." He replies shortly. "Ohhh" we all say in unison. "Anyway.... put your bags in your rooms and meet back out here so that we can go and see Micky!" He says to us. I look around the hall and see the Union Jack two doors down and on the right.

I walk into my room and see a queen sized bed in the middle with the headboard against the wall. I also see a wardrobe to the left near the bathroom and a dresser to the right near a little sitting corner. 'This is quite a nice room.' I thought. I place my bag on my bed and then head back to the hallway where I see Germany talking with Quebec. Quebec then looks at me. "Bonjour Angleterre." He says to me. "So I'm guessing you kids know who we all are?" I ask him. "Well.. yes we do.... but I also saw you walk out of the room with the Union Jack on it. As well as your accent gave it away..... and maybe your eyebrows as well." He says while mumbling the last part. "I'm sorry i didn't quite catch the last part of what you said." I say to him. "Nothing!" He says quite quickly. We continue to have small talk until all of us were back in the hallway. "Alright everyone here?" Québec asks. "Ja. It look like it." Germany says. "Alright then follow to the pool room so that you can meet Micky." He tells us. "So Quebec?" I ask him. "Please just call me Pierre." He tells me. "Alright. So what this "Micky" person like?" I ask him. "Well the way that I can describe her is, i kind , strong sister who will turn into a drill Sargent if she needs to." He tell us. "But you shouldn't have to worry about her turning into a drill Sargent unless and of you hurt one of us. She may have a handicap but she can still kick your ass." "A handicap?" I ask him. He sighs. "Ok. So before I tell you what that handicap is and how she got it. I want you to promise me you won't treat her any differently then you treat me, my siblings, or our papa. Got it?" He clarified to all of us. We all nod, some more hesitant than others. Once Pierre has seen that everyone has nodded then he starts to talk. "She lost her right leg during world war 2 when the Canadians were helping liberate the Netherlands. A grenade landed right near her and took off part of her leg, so to stop it from getting infected she got it amputated. The person who actually threw the bomb was Germany. Even after everything that had happened she never blamed him in the slightest. She knew that everyone was fighting each other and that he most likely did not want any part in it but, as a country you need to do what ever the elected government tells you to do." He takes a breath and then continues. "Now after knowing what I have just told you, I wish that you do not blame Germany for what happened to my sister and that you accept that she does not blame Germany for the loss of her leg. Got it?" He says to us. Everyone is in pure shock as to what we were just told. "B-but-a women were not aloud to-a fight back then. S-so how did she-a?" Italy says while stuttering. "She dressed and acted like a boy. Much to papa's dismay when he found out that she was actually on the squadron that papa was in charge of. Let's just say I've never seen papa so worried, scared, and mad at the same time. Well not since 1812 at the burning of York when I had to see his only daughter at the time in a coma for almost a month and then bed ridden for five months." He tells us. We are still all too shocked for words. "Wipe off those shocked faces because you'll make her uncomfortable." He tells us. We all try to wipe the shock from our faces but are failing miserably. We then come up to a door with a stained glass image of waves. "Well here we are. Are you guys ready to meet her?" Pierre asks us. A few of us nod. "Well then, come on." He says while opening the door.