The Part No-One Talks About (Canada x Ukraine) (ON HOLD)

chapter 2

I started work on this emeditly after I release chapter 1

One more border walk later...

Canada's pov

"So.. Where do you live?" "Uhh it would be better if I just show you." Said Ukraine as he grabbed Canada's arm and crossed to the east side of town. So.. What's your family like?" I asked as he let go of my arm. "Most of my siblings are nice, but Russia... She has some bad history with me." "Really? Isn't she the eldest of the family?" Yea, me and her never got along. But, when dad was there, he would break up the fights. But he's... " I got down to eye level. "hey, whoa, calm down. You don't have to talk about it if you're not comfortable telling it." "O-okay.. " "you know, he was very good at ice hockey. Not as good as me though." "You k-knew him?" I gave him a smile. "Did you not think that the two largest countries wouldn't notice eachother? We actually had a lot in common." "I didn't know that he had made a capitalist friend?!" "First, I'm a egalitarian country, second, I was not seen as a threat in the game of nuclear chess. Now, let's get goi-"

"HANDS IN THE AIR, THIS IS A ROBBERY!" said a shrouded figure with a gun. "A-AND WHY ARE YOU WEARING FACE PAINT?" "Ah, you are new in town, aren't ya? Well, how about I give you a lesson." I said as I stood up and towered over him. I grab the hand that's holding the gun and with my left palm, slam his elbow inwards. "Lesson one. Catch your opponent off guard." I say over his cry of pain. "Lesson two. Take any opportunity given." I say as I use my left foot to collapse his leg. I then smack him aside the head with his gun, knocking him unconscious. I look over to see a stunned Ukraine, jaw on the floor. "Rightttt, I forgot that you where there. Uhh we should get you home before he wakes up."

Time skip

As we arrived at his house I remembered something. I pulled out a piece of paper. "Before you open the door, here. Call or text me if you need someone to vent to." I said as I handed him the paper with my number on it. He looked at the paper, looked back to me and kinda blushed and looked of to the side. "Thanks.. " he opened the door and who else was there? Russia. "Umm, hi." "You're late." She said with no emotion in her voice. "And hanging out with a capitalist, no less." Scuse me bi*ch "I'm - I'm not capitalist-" "shut up. You reak of weed too, don't hang out with my brother again." "Really? That's a shame, he seemed actually be happy for once." Said a female green red and white country, no taller than Ukraine. "Oh hello, who are you?"she said to me "Im- " "Belarus, don't socialise with the capitalist." "I'm a egalitarian country, not a capitalist one, that would be my brother. Also, discrimination against political views is how the cold war was started." Russia opened her mouth to say something, but she just glared at me. "C'mon, give her a chance. Just this once." "Sigh* fine, but if you hurt him or my family I will not hesitate to kill you." I'd like to see you TRY. "You don't have to say it twice." "Good." She said as she slamed the door. rude.

I arrived back home to loud snoring. Definitely murica. I head into the back yard and sit under the maple tree, finally able to relax and browse reddit. I light my joint and turn on my phone. I never realized that I hadn't looked at my phone all day. I looked though the notifications and find an email from UN.

Hello everyone,

Just a reminder that the next meeting is tomorrow at 12:30

See you there.

United Nations.

Greaaaaat. At least it's on a Saturday.  I finished my joint and headed to sleep.

The next morning...

I wake up and it's 10:30. I have a feeling that today is going to be bad. Oh well, I should get ready. I got up and had a shower, got dressed, yada yada. I decided that I should we a something to stop people from wanting to interact with me. Ah my old over coat. Haven't worn this since.. Since 1953. No, not the time to get nostalgic. You have a meeting to get to.

As I head downstairs I realize that America ain't awake. I'm sure that the sound and smell of bacon will wake him. Not long after the bacon goes into the cast iron pan, he walks down the stairs and starts making coffee. "So, how was the walk?" "Good. I met a new country. He's nice." "Who?" "Ukraine." That's one of the middle Eastern countries, right?" "Slavic state to be precise." "Slavic? Nice? Describing the same country?" I just turn around and look him in his eyes. "Keep talking like that and you won't get breakfast." He just kinda looked annoyed and whent to the living room. I finished breakfast and headed into the living room, placed ames food infront of him. "You're not still mad at me are you?" "If I stayed mad at you we would never get anything done. Also we have a meeting in an hour." "Groan* do I have to?" "Yes, now eat your food."

Notes

Sorry that this took a while, my neighbor called social services on us and we have been cleaning up the house ever since. Whelp, bye!