Who are you? (Epilogue)

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Canadas pov

Lately my boss has been pilling up work for me to do so I've been really stressed. I thought a walk would do some good. Heading out of the house I grab kuma and start down the street. The walk was very calming, it was almost as if my stress was slowly disappearing. All I could hear was the clunking of my boots hitting the ground.

I walked around like this for a few hours but after that my feet really hurt so I started to walk back home. On the way back Kuma abruptly stopped.

"Come on Kuma, my feet hurt. Don't you want to go home?"

I tried getting him to move again but he just went back to the bush he was at. He looked at it quite weird and then started to sniff at it. I got curious, so i knelt down next to him to see what he was looking at.

"Kuma? What is it?" All of a sudden there was a rustling noise in the bushes. I peer through the leaves and see bright purple eyes staring back at me. I stand up and reach through the bush and pick up the figure with the purple eyes. Holding it up it seems to be a girl. She has long sandy blonde hair, the purple eyes i first saw, and a tiny curl that stops at the bottom of her nose. In fact she looks a lot like me.

"Who are you?" I giggled at the familiar phrase.

"I'm Canada. Do you have a name?" She nods her head a tiny bit, but bows her head and i notice she seemed to stumble on her words. She also has a thick french accent.

"Pouvez-vous me dire votre nom?"
(A/N: can you tell me your name)

"Oui, mon nom est Quebec."
(A/N: yes my name is Quebec)

I giggle again," it looks like i've found the problem. Don't worry we'll work on your english little one." I set little Quebec down and took hold of her hand and continued to walk back home.

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