NB: Alright let me have a spin

NU: NOO! I wanna try!

YK: Why can't I try!

ON: What if I-

🇨🇦:WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The provinces stopped and turned to the door of the falling apart house. A very wobbly Canada and slightly shaking Cuba entered the door.

🇨🇦: I'm back hahaha.. what are you all doing heh-

The provinces sat and stared blankly at their father that was always seemed slightly against them drinking was blanked out on the floor.

🇨🇺: Woah! He drank a lot more then I expected... I guess he did get into a drinking match with Argentina but Sheesh

NS: AUNTIE CUBA!

🇨🇺: Oh hey. Forgot he had kids.

🇨🇦: Rude!

🇨🇺: Oh my god get up

🇨🇦:What are you? My dad- holy crap your grip is strong

🇨🇺: I know I box

🇨🇦: Anyways so what are you all doing?

The provinces exchanged looks.

BC: Talking about our traumatic childhoods you caused.

🇨🇦: What! I didn't do anything-

He fell back into the smaller woman in a wobble before standing back up. She mumbled something and he sat the by them.

ON: Here take a spin

🇨🇦: Oooooooo- oki!

Canada spun the bottle

And of course it landed back on him, causing sighs across the group.

🇨🇦: So we're just telling stories right?

QU: Oui

🇨🇦: Oooo! Then how about how I met your very lovely mother! Well not actually mother... more like a step mom.

A varied mixtures of excitement and total boredom went through the group. And a gaze from Cuba could see she didn't want to sit through this story either.

🇨🇺: Um well I guess I'll go... don't drink anymore! Well at least for now.

🇨🇦: Yes yes, didn't know you were my mom.

(Canada's POV 1947)

It was quite a somber yet beautiful day. We had finally kicked those facist dumpster dwellers till they were a bloody pulp. Gave me a smile, just thinking about it.

What I didn't smile about was this boring and sad meeting I had to sit through.

Countries from all over the globe (their colonies included) who fought in the war were all crammed in this house my mom was kind enough to provide. Of course she, my father and my dumb yet loveable brother took the stage and discussed the treaties.

But that wasn't just it. A tall country who towered over me, wore a heavy coat, ushanka, eyepatch and had red hair and skin. He threw my brother and father for a spin, he controlled more of the conversation then France could even try to keep up. Unlike America who seemed to dislike him I thought he played his part, he got to Berlin didn't he?

Three children sat near the front, they must have been no more then 11. They seemed upset, scared and wanting a break. I could see UK and America had some sympathy for them, but even when I tried they reminded of us too much of them. I mean they're children of the enemy, of the monster.

I didn't have much a part, well I wanted too it's just UK and America can figure out my needs fine enough for the rest of the world. "I'm going for a smoke." I mumbled to Mexico.

"Oh c'mon Canadá! You going to get in trouble?"

I gave a very quiet laugh. "No no, I'll be right back."

He nodded. "Not too long Canadá! No good for ya"

I got up from my seat and disappeared into the swarm of colonies stuck in the back, my generic flag fit right in and I quickly passed right through to the outside.

It was quite a cold day for Paris, a misty one at that. That didn't stop me from digging in my pocket for a cigarette box. I took out one of the two left and my lighter. The lighter was being a total nuisance today, a click wasn't resulting in crap.

"Stupid lighter... how the hell did this cost 75."

"Um.. sir you're using a chuck of wood?" A quiet voice tells me. I stare at my hand and pull out my actual lighter.

"Thanks, this dumb eyepatch does me no good. Wait a minute-" I turned around fast, a teenage girl stood by me with her arms raised. She was blue and red with a commie symbol by her left eye. "Hey I'm not going to hurt you. Just wanted to know if I was imagining crap."

She laughed a little putting her arms down. She wore some sorta dress that went down to her small combat boots which were obviously too small and too worn. She was very skinny and quite small, looked malnourished if anything. "S-sorry."

"It's fine." I start clicking the lighter.

"Your Canada right? Dominion of Canada?" She asks making me take out the cigarette, again.

"Mmhmm, here in the flesh. Didn't know I was famous."

"My da- father mentioned you a bit, so did Cuba, Latvia and Mexico. He says you're scary and cold. You don't seem scary and cold." I flinched a bit when she stuttered. "You alright?"

"Yeah yeah, you know you should call your dad whatever you want. He's your dad not your ruler."

She looks around before covering her freezing ears. "The lines becoming a bit blurred these days. You know I actually thought that m-monster was here to free me. What a lie." She shivered and slightly sobbed.

I took off my coat and plopped it on. "You need to be staying warm, and he fooled everyone don't feel so bad about it. Here, you look like you need this." I placed a loaf of bread in her hand.

I didn't know why I was being so nice to her, she is just some Slav... be it a cute, sweet Slav. A cute, sweet Slav with a father who treats her like crap and hell like I'm gonna pretend that she doesn't exist.

She tried to push the items back, even though the coat super oversized and hard to take off. "Please I can't accept these, you need these not me." I rolled my eyes and stuffed the bread in her mouth.

"You need food and I get myself enough bread as is, plus this isn't even that cold for me. I can survive a good minute." I said as she began wolfing down the bread. I was right, malnourished.

She wiped the breadcrumbs from her mouth. "Thank... thank you."

I couldn't help but smile. "You don't need to thank me, just take care of yourself."

Then came clattering footsteps of more combat boots. A boy approached with a similar flag to the girl, he was quite tall and seemed just slightly younger then me. He wore a ushanka and a coat that looked barely warm. "Ukraine! What are you doing with the crazy capitalist man! You know dad would kill you if he found out."

"No p-please Russia he just smoked by me I-I didn't disobey this time! P-please!"

The boy rolled his eyes as a much younger girl with a bow and small coat similar to the tall boys. "Did she talk to you?" The girl asked.

I shook my head, lighting a smoke. "Honestly I just got here and I don't need any dumbass kids bothering me. M'kay?" I say in my best tough voice.

"Oh please we're probably the same age Tea bag!" The boy yelled, he grabbed his sister's arm.

I sighed pulling out the smoke, "Was that a challenge... Kid?" The boy grumbled and yanked his sister away, when they were all turned around Ukraine looked to me and mouthed a thank you. I simply nodded.

I stood out in the cold with no jacket for a while. I didn't even smoke, my mind was fixed on what happened and that poor girl. She looked around my age and so did her siblings. I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Mexico popped his head out the shack's door. "Canadá! You coming back in or freezing to death- where the hell is your coat?!"

I began to walk back inside. "I just met the strangest girl."

He elbowed me. "Was she cute?"

"Honestly... yeah, definitely."

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SK: What a story. Poor mom.

QU: Oh please, she's barely counts as a parent. Why couldn't you just fall in love with a nice French woman, like Belgium, she seems quite nice.

ON: No! Ukraine is a lovely person, plus isn't Belgium into girls or something?

QU: Oh... what about any French colony? Like um Algeria?

MB: Do you even know Algeria?

QU: ....

YK: I always thought he'd end up with Netherlands

BC: Same! I swear those tulips aren't just for friendship

🇨🇦: What? Netherlands is my best friend, he doesn't like me that way!

The provinces stared blankly among themselves almost debating telling him something.

PEI: I was betting on CuCan honestly...

All other provinces muttered shock and surprise.

🇨🇺: I'm still here you know?

PEI: Oh....

🇨🇦: Can you all stop with shipping me, I'm in a happy and loving relationship with my girlfriend and don't need you all ruining it! Anyways I'm off to bed.

Canada struggled himself up and began off to his bedroom and Cuba went out to her door.

NF: Bruznysgpdonthattheirexes

L: Newfound don't start that.

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So, you get some lore on the actual country and his relationship with Ukraine. I know this was uh... a lot of countries for a province book but I wanted to close this little ark thing with a good ending.

The backstories on the provinces might continue later. Idk. Also I'll be taking a slight break from writing, I have a lot of uncool and cool stuff to deal with. Anyways lovely winter break to you all.