The provinces were settled in a circle of sorts, ready to tell random stories of their history. Ontario spun small bottle in the middle.

ON: Oh... the prairies are first

MB: You act like that's a bad thing, we have plenty of culture and- did you just throw a sock at me.

BC: That was Nova Scotia not me

AB: Anyways we'll be talking about how we got out of the great depression with the discovery of the oil sands.

SK: No, we'll talk about the Regina twister, the deadliest in all of Canada's history!

AB: No way! How 'bout the trucker protests!

SK: Hell no!

QU: Language!

SK: That's not even a swear!

MB: How about we do the start of me as a province- the Red River Rebellion!

AB: What... when was that again

SK: Uh how about we uh talk about something else...

AB: 1870s and 80s? Like when Mani had super long hair and Sask looked like a housewi-

SK: Shut up Al'.

AB: Ha! You looked stupid back then! With the little braids and apron-

SK: Shut up Alberta. Unless you want me to mention what you called us back then.

NB: She called us what?

AB: None of your business.

MB: Ahem, this is the story of how we all watched a man die

PEI: What-

(Manitoba's POV, mid 1880s.)////

Here I am sitting in my farmhouse, freshly decorated and rebuilt after that Rupert's land passed. I got kicked out of the province house when I disobeyed that bozo's rules (and maybe got into a fight or two with Ontario). It doesn't matter though, the house is much more comforting then that fancy mansion.

"Alby! Alby! Give me that back!"

"Catch it slowpoke!"

Except for those two. They're not even provinces and they're more annoying the that Ontario guy. I'm not even sure who their parents are.

"Mani- tell her I want my pitchfork back!" The green yells pointing to the blue one.

The blue one sticks her tongue out. "Tell Sask her pitchfork is mine until she can catch me!"

"Alberta that is very rude to steal your sister's pitchfork! Give it." Alberta hands over the pitchfork. Her sister looks triumph until she sees me throwing it in a shed. "You're like ten, you don't need a pitchfork. Too sharp."

"Oh..." The girl huffs.

Now that is over I can work on the real problem here, that stupid dominion was going to come over for a 'chat'. Most likely on the proceedings on one of my rebels trial. He'd be found innocent in Northwest's capital, Regina. He'd have to apologize to me. I smirk just thinking of it.

"Girls, we need to tidy the house. The dominion is coming over."

"Awwwwww... can't you do it! He's your dad!" Alberta huffed.

"Did I spill Saskatoon pie while trying to eat it!"

"You did that? You said a groundhog knocked it over!" The other one argued.

"Well it's your fault for leaving it out!" She whined back.

"Cleaning you two!"

By the time the floor was mopped and the windows shined it was quite late. Around eight pm. "Huh, seems as if it is you ladies bed time. I'll get the nightgowns off the drying rack."

"What! I spent all day cleaning?! I can't even ride Rocky?" Alberta threw the mop to the floor.

"You can't just steal British Columbia's horse Alby." Saskatchewan picked up the mop.

"Yes I can! I'll steal all your horses and I'll... I'll... throw them in a bathroom! Yeah I'll show Onion and Moldy Baguette a lesson!"

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QU: You called me what?!

AB: Sask I said no nicknames

SK: Don't look at me, I'm not telling the story.

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I sighed, "How about you two can just stay in your rooms for a while, perhaps read or draw or whatever girls your age do."

The two beamed with joy. "You're the best big brother ever!"

With that the two dressedinto their respective nightgowns and bundled under the covers. Saskatchewan read a book on American history whilst Alberta was sketching drawings of her and her sister ruling the world... or maybe boiling her sister alive. I'm honestly not sure.

"Good night."

I left the room and sat at the dining table patiently for the ring of the door.

I was instead greeted with a knock.

"Hello Manitoba."

"Hey Ontario, guess dad didn't have enough time to show up himself. Sent his gremlin instead?" Ontario rolled his eyes and pushed me aside as he entered. Northwest Territories entered behind, providing a sad try of a smile. The gave a seat at the dining table.

"A seat? Unless your so full of yourself you stand above us?" Ontario snapped.

"Calm down Ontario." I took a seat, staring at Ontario's eye patch, the only thing keeping our flags unique. Ontario placed a small envelope on the table, addressed to me from none other then the Dominion himself. It was unopened, the seal still depicting the coat of arms.

"What is it?"

"Father said to read it with you. Only reason I'm sitting with you."

"Well, read it then." I shrug, knowing well the result.

"Not a chance I'm reading to a rascal like you, Northwest?" Ontario handed him the letter. He looked nervously at the seal before ripping it open. Inside was a small piece of parchment with beautiful handwriting.

He cleared his throat. "Dear Manitoba, Northwest Territories and Ontario,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and together as I have previously instructed, the matter of this letter is of the events of the battle of Duck Lake and Batoche both fought in territory owned by your dear brother Northwest Territories.

Though I must admit you did impress somewhat with your strength it was in loss for you, Manitoba.

With that loss came the arrest of Louis Riel as for Treason, the Regina courts were to then decide of his guilt. Though I do have the choice to give him freedom of the rope I have decided to use this as a lesson for you all.

He is to be hanged.

I expect all of your attendance, it is to be in Regina.

Your dear father,

Dominion of Canada."

Northwest Territories shook slightly as he placed the letter down on the table, he stared and examined the paper, like if it was real.

Ontario on the other hand gave it a quick glance and smirked. He looked to me straight on, waiting for my reaction.

I just sat there looking down at the page, he didn't change a word or mispronounce a single syllable, that's what Canada meant to say, in every way possible. I didn't know how I felt that moment, angry, sad, shocked, maybe all of them at once. I wanted to punch Ontario and Canada in the face at that very moment.

"How am I going to tell the girls..." I muttered under my breath, the two paid attention to what was happening and I can't just take children to see a execution.

"Who are you wanting to tell?"

I got up from the table "Not important, I'm not going."

Ontario grabbed my arm before I could leave, "We're all going no matter what, unless you want to be standing on the stool?"

"ONTARIO! Don't say things like that! Father would never!" Northwest stood up, pushing Ontario back.

"I don't see how shooting at him is any different, Manitoba let me give you one thing of wisdom. Watch your tongue." With that my brothers left me alone in the room.

It was a very cloudy November day when I arrived at the Regina Main Street. I wore my best suit and the two sisters wore almost matching dresses and bows.

The square was packed with people, all eyes on the main deck. By the left Quebec and Ontario stood, Quebec was seemingly annoyed by having to be here whilst Ontario had a slight smile. New Brunswick and Nova Scotia were only a little farther away, they looked somewhat nervous and seemed to be wearing their best. Northwest was closer to the front and the most anxious out of all of us.

"Shame we have to be here, I'm sorry for your loss Manitoba." A feminine voice came from behind me. British Columbia appeared from the crowd wearing a lovely red dress. "See you brought the girls, suppose you couldn't get a state to babysit? That's apparently how North got rid of Yukon."

"Believe me I've tried."

"Hey Ms. Vicky!" Alberta smiled giving her a hug. "Why are you here! You never show to anything."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to, Canada sent a letter that everyone should show to Northwest's capital, I expected this was an execution." She sighed, looking at the two then to me. "I feel bad for that poor girl."

"Girl?" Did he get ahold of her- no he couldn't. I flashed my eyes to the stand and she stood there. "No no no no no no."

British Columbia gave the girl a harder look and held her mouth. "That's... oh Manitoba."

"What's wrong brother?" Saskatchewan tugged on my shirt.

"M-my sister. The one you're named after."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Then what are we doing? Sitting here? We have to go- Alberta I'll give you a boost-"

"No you can't-" I started running after the two, not wanting them to get hurt. "She's already dead!"

"Catch me!" Alberta squealed.

Me and Bri chased the two kids though the crowd getting eyes from our brothers and sister.

That's when we heard wood clatter against the deck like structure

They were so close to the deck that they saw the stool fall and the air chill. My sister died right in-front of the two.

I bit my tongue as Bri covered her mouth. Alberta turned to us confused as Sask backed up slowly shaking her head.

"Too late"

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MB: The end

L: Wow Ontario you sounded like a total douchbag.

QU: He still is

ON: Hey! I was on strict orders, plus Manitoba was first to attack

NS: You guys remember that? Oh god it felt scary.

AB: It wasn't that bad- Saskatchewan cried like a baby though

SK: Because I watched someone die in front of me and have actually EMOTIONS!

BC: How you didn't react at all scared the literal hell out of me.

AB: Guess I'm just stronger then you

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This chapter is based on both the Red River Rebellion and the Execution of Louis Riel, though it is barely historically accurate for this is a fanfic. If you were interested I recommend you research the Red River Rebellion and the birth of Manitoba as a province because... it's something.

Also there 1880s, 1900s designs