Province stories

Statehood ark flashbacks in order

//(1763, Paris)//

His mama was yelling at him in the kitchen. She was screaming something in english to him, the only words Canada could make out were names.

"NU! Yua cent tarn Canada ontu sum english twat! Hi's already besterd loki yua, Britan! Yua end yuar dambess Thirteen cen hot thi road!" His mama screamed. She was really angry at him, even angrier then when Canada accidentally walked into her office.

Something crashed against the wall and Canada held his ears. He didn't like when his mama's angry.

"BLUUDY HILL FRANCE! Eri yua insane?! Canada os mach bittir woth mi thin e sociopath like yua, pllas yua dun't hevi e choice du yua?" Yelled back the other guy in the room. He had a funny accent and was really mad as well.

The two kept fighting and screaming. Canada slouched down to the floor, holding his ears. His grandpa joined in, he was even angrier then France. Soon enough though, they were all quiet and left the room with a small piece of paper.

Grandpa grabbed him by the arm and threw Canada up to the ground. He muttered some complaints about his tardiness. "You have two minutes to grab your things, Mr Britain is taking you home."

"Wha...What?" He slapped his wrist. "Sorry... I'll get my shoes."

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Mr. Britain's house is really fancy. It has pretty white walls of marble and lots of portraits. There was this big one of him in his fancy king wear, one of him and Thirteen in his office. Speaking of Thirteen Colonies, he's sorta nice.

"Su yua dun't spiek english roght?"

"What?"

He blinked in dumbfounded confusion. "wueh... lotirelly unly french?"

"French? Um yeah. My mama doesn't like me speaking english."

Thirteen colonies wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry I know a little french. Britain teaches me some." He flipped his hair and grabbed my shoes and coat, the only items from my old home. "Now let's get you all fixed up."

//(1775, Britain's Mansion)//

Canada walked through the empty halls of the grand manor. It was a sad silent. Thirteen never let it be this quiet, talking about Thirteen, he should be back from the city anytime soon. He's already been gone for a good five hours.

SLAM!

"THAT LITTLE SHIT! WHAT A-" Britain threw open the door inside and stomped through. His eyes were a fiery red and he was so so angry. Canada felt a shiver in his spine as Britain stomped towards him. It intensified when he realized Thirteen Colonies wasn't behind him. "CANADA!"

"Y-yes father?"

Britain knelt down to Canada's height. "You know where Thirteen Colonies is?"

"The city? He was going to the city right?"

Britain shook his head and laughed. An insane laugh. "No... he left to fight me! His own father!"

Britain squeezed Canada's shoulders. This only scared Canada more. "Is he not coming back?"

"Oh I'll make sure he comes back, then I'll teach him a lesson. He won't be able to leave me every again." He let go of the colony and began to walk upstairs to his office.

"He left us... and doesn't want to come back?" Canada's gut felt hollow.

"He left because he hates us, hates you. He said he didn't want to be part of this family anymore."

Canada shook his head. "Brother doesn't hate me. H-he said I'm his best friend."

"He has a new best friend, kingdom of France. He doesn't need you anymore. It's about time you say the same." Britain walked up the stairs and left Canada alone in the dark hallway.