You Have 51 Kids? (Statehumans)

Chapter seven: Canada

[Canada's P.O.V]
(Two minutes earlier)

"So you know Russian?" I asked Ukraine as we walked along the leaf-covered path.

"Yeah. Want me to teach you some?" Ukraine grinned. "When Russia's mad, call him a бедняга." (Poor angered fellow)

"What does that mean?" I asked, but Ukraine had already taken off down the path. "Hey! Wait up!" I ran after her, smiling.

"You can't catch me!" Ukraine taunted, turning around and sticking her tongue out.

"Oh you just wait!" I yelled, trying not to laugh.

I almost slipped on the wet leaves below me. The rain had turned into a steady drizzle and had soaked everything in sight.

Ukraine was about fifteen feet ahead of me, but I'm not one of the fastest runners alive, so I know I have almost no chance of catching up to her any time soon.

But, lucky for me, I see she has to round a turn, so I break off from the path and push through a bramble thickett. I wince at thorns poking at my arms, but that doesn't matter. I can use this shortcut to block Ukraine off.

I can see Ukraine's outline through the trees and smile. I just need to keep running and I'll catch up to her.

Suddenly my foot slips out from under me and I let out a panicked yelp, falling backwards onto the wet ground. I land hard on my wrist.

(Present time)

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ukraine looks down at me with worried eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to look back at her.

This was so embarrassing. Why did this have to happen to me right now? I know I'm clumsy, but this was really the worst time to get hurt.

And my arm might be broken.

"Yeah I'm fine." Wait did my voice just crack? "I just wanna get to America's house."

[Ukraine's P.O.V]

Finally the first aid box closed with a loud snap and I let out a sigh of relief. I don't want to spend all day trying to close a little box.

I glanced up a the sky.

Maybe it's just the clouds, but it's kind of getting dark. We might as well just spend the night at America's because I am not walking in the dark.
Too bad Canada couldn't convince Russia to come with us. If he came, he would be forced to leave his car here and we could take it back home.

I am kind of worried about Canada, though. He's not really looking at me and he's been pretty quiet since I wrapped his arm.
Just another reason to get to America's house before it's so dark we can hardly see. And I don't want Canada to get sick out here, what with all this sickness going around.

"Well come on then. Let's get going." I motioned for Canada to go ahead of me up the path.

He nodded solemnly and walked along, fiddling with his hands.

I, meanwhile, looked around. Who would've known America lives out in the middle of nowhere? Actually, I don't think anyone really knew where he lives. Even Canada didn't know, so we had to ask U.N. and people like that.
It honestly would've been easier if we had just asked America, but no, apparently that would given away our plan.

But why would he like to live so far away from everyone? Especially him? I would think America of all people would want to live right in the middle of a huge, overcrowded city just to throw parties and annoy someone's ears off.

He's usually so confident and full of himself, and seems to always want to be around somebody. It never matters who.
And I don't think I've ever seen him alone before. Well, when he is he's probably on his phone.

"Hey Canada?" I ask, not taking my gaze from the path.

"Yes?" His expression brightened and he looked up at me as though he had just been given a gift.

"Why do you think America took that Florida kid?" I frowned. "That's not like him, is it?"

Canada sighed, hesitating before responding. "No, it's not. And Florida had asked North where America was before..." he smiled slightly.

"How do you think they know each other? America was so quick to‐" I broke off as something rolled out from beneath a holly bush.

Is that a. . .

Chicken wing?

Both Canada and I froze.

"Ew, now look what you did!" An irritated voice sounded from the large bush.

"It's not my fault! You wouldn't let me use potatoes." Another boy replied.

"So you use my chicken wing!?"

"Sshh!" Someone else hushed them, and the talking bush went silent.

"Wha-" I started to speak, but Canada stepped forward towards the haunted bush. "Canada!" I whisper-yelled.

I know I probably shouldn't be scared, but I can feel my heart racing.

Four pairs of eyes shown from between the branches of the holly. These people looked like kids.

I took a breath and stepped out in front of Canada, blocking his path and ignoring his irritated sigh as I did so. "Who are you? Come out." I ordered, struggling to keep my voice calm.
If these are kids, I don't want to scare them off right now.

"Look what you two did!" A girl hissed quietly.

"He took my chil- I mean my chicken." The first boy hurriedly corrected himself.

Was he just about to call a chicken wing his child? Huh. . .

"I'm Canada." Canada pushed past me and kneeled down closer to the bush, causing for a frightened gasp to sound and rapid rustling of the bushes as though these small people were trying to get as far away from him as they could.

I wanted to ask Canada exactly what he thought he was doing, but kept my mouth shut. He's going to scare them away.

"Y-yeah well you better run!" A new girl attempted to sound mean. "You aren't welcome here!"

'You aren't welcome here'? What does that mean?

There was a small huff of annoyance and a sarcastic but quiet 'nice going'.

"Why don't you come out?" Canada urged and I winced. He was not doing a very good job at this.
Not that I could do better.

"Retreat!" The first boy yelled. Suddenly a white and red box flew up into the air and I sidestepped as it landed next to me.

It read 'KFC' on the side and had a human man on the top.

"Kentucky!" The fist girl –a bag that said Popeyes on the front in hand– exploded from the bushes after him, followed closely by a boy with a potato sack.

"Idaho! Louisiana! You said you wouldn't leave me!" A small girl ran after them, tripping on a branch and falling to the ground. She had a bag of wheat that tumbled down with her.

Canada immediately went to help her up, only to be intercepted by a teen boy with a golden Indian on his face.

Did he just fall from the sky? I thought, somewhat shocked. They are making this way more dramatic than it needs to be.

"My sister doesn't need your help!" He glared at Canada, but didn't move to help his sibling.

[Florida's P.O.V]

No! This isn't how this was supposed to go. The main rule is to not be seen, not play hero and expose yourself!

They know that we're here and now we have no chance of scaring them off.

I sighed. Great.