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(A/N: Real quick guys, (C/N) stands for Country Name and when I switch to '_______' it stands for Human name. I know most of you already know this, I just want to make sure no one gets confused. Okay! I'm done! )



The weight of the silence was killing you. How dare they let this happen? You had tried warning them but refused to heed your words. Now you were paying the price. Not them. The looks on their old, distinguished faces wasn't helping your mood. You were already beginning to feel broken and little. The lack of pity or remorse made you feel betrayed. You keep a straight face, refusing to show the fear and anger you feel. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"(C/N), we know that this news is very grave." Your country's Second in Command says with a false tone. You scoff but stay silent. They wouldn't listen to you when they needed to, they didn't deserve your words. "We had no idea that the Country would fall into such disarray. We were doing what we thought was best for the people."

"I warned you this would happen." You finally say in a low tone. "I told you exactly what was best for the people but you ignored me."

"Unfortunately we can't change the past. We must look to the future." The Secretary of Defense says with a clearing of their throat. You glare at them but fall into your silence once more.

"If we don't do something soon, we won't have a Country anymore." Your Boss says trying to bring the attention back to the matter at hand.

"Oh really? I thought we were doing so great! It seemed like we were even starting to make America jealous." You say with a small smirk. Your Boss sighs as they rub the bridge of their nose.

"(C/N), I understand you're upset but sarcasm isn't going to help the situation." They say and you can feel your eyebrow twitch.

"Then what do you suggest? All of your ideas have worked out so great so far! I'm going to disappear if we don't fix your mistake. A fact none of you seem to be taking into consideration!" You finally snap. "We're not just taking about land. We're talking about my life!"

"If you'll listen for a moment, (C/N)." Your Boss says with a patient tone. Your (e/c) eyes look up to the ceiling in annoyance but you stay quiet. "I have a solution. You're not going to like it but unfortunately it's the only option we have."

"Well then, let's hear it." You say with wave of your hand.

"We're going to Annex you with another more powerful and stable Country. Hopefully they'll help up stabilize our economy." Your eyes widen.

"Absolutely not! I refuse to go crawling to another Country for help!" You yell. You were a proud Country and for most of your life, pretty self reliant. You knew how the other Countries were. They were possessive, greedy and controlling. You wouldn't let them control you.

"It's too late, (C/N). We've already taken all the necessary steps. You have been annexed." The word hit you like a car head on. Your administration had gone behind your back once more. There was no fighting it. You belonged so someone else now.

"Please....please just tell me is wasn't to America, England or Russia." You quietly plead. Your Boss offers you a sympathetic smile and shakes his head.

"No. Luckily another Country stepped forward before them." You let out a little sigh of relief.

"Then who?"

"Canada."

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It was moving day and you were miserable. Your entire life had to be moved to an entirely new Country. You had barely spoken to Canada so you didn't know what he would be like. You knew he was America's brother so you were praying he wasn't anything like him. Your car pulls up a long snow covered drive. You just had to come to Canada during its winter season. You weren't used to the snow. The car pulls to a stop before a quaint cabin home with no neighbors for what seemed like miles. The driver makes his way around to your door which he opens, allowing you a chance to step out into the cold white tundra. The snow crunches softly underneath the weight of your boots, sinking you further than expected. You make your way through the snow, with a lot of difficulty, up to the front door of the cabin. You glare at the wooden entrance as if it were the cause of your misfortune. Sighing you finally give in and raise your gloved hand to softly knock on the poor door. You hear soft padded footsteps coming from behind the door. As the door opens, your eyes widen.

"Who are you?" A little white polar bears asks causing you to jump back slightly. Your boots hit a small patch of ice which sends you flying down into the snow.

"Kumajimbo, what are you doing?" A soft voice hits your ears, sending your eyes up once more. At first you think its America but slowly you start to notice the differences. The blonde hair is slightly lighter and longer. America's trademark cowlick was much thicker than the curl in this man's hair and his eyes had a hint of violet in them. "O-oh. I am so sorry. A-are you okay, Miss?" His voice was also incredibly softer than America's. He offers you his hand to assist you as you shake your head, trying to snap yourself from your thoughts.

"U-um, yes. I'm fine. Your...bear just surprised me." You say, ignoring his hand and pushing yourself up onto your feet. You brush the snow off of your pants and coat, though the coldness stayed. "You must be Canada. I'm..."

"(C/N). Y-yes, I was expecting you." He says with a small smile. "I'm glad you made it here safely. P-please come in." He says quietly as he scoops his bear into his arms, giving you room to enter his home. You bristly walk past him, enjoying the welcoming warmth inside. The driver leaves your things in the hallway before leaving you alone with your new Boss. You stand awkwardly in his living room, just taking in everything around you. The fireplace was lit and warm, though on the mantle above it was littered with gold medals and hockey trophies. Behind you sat a nicer kitchen than you had in your home, but of course that was because of the money your Government had lost.

"You...you have a lovely home." You say with a stiff voice.

"T-thank you. Please, take off your coat and make yourself at home. It just as much yours now as well." He says softly though his words make your stiffen. You missed your Country so much. You comply and take off your coat but keep it in your arms.

"Thank you." You say glancing back at Canada who stands nervously in the hallway, bear still in hand.

"B-by the way, feel free to call me Matthew. Canada sounds so formal. This is my pet polar bear. Kumajija? Kumajimbo? Kuma...."

"Kumajiro!" The bear squeaks in annoyance. You stare at the pair curiously. How did he not know his pet's name? "Who are you?" Kumajiro then asks. Your eyes widen. So the bear doesn't even remember his owner. You think to yourself with a small chuckle.

"I'm Canada." Matthew says softly in defeat. He places the bear down before turning to your things. "Here. Let me take your things to your..."

"No!" You say quickly. "I am not some broken down Country. I can take my own things!" You snap, taking Canada by surprise. You frown, realizing how rude you had just been.

"O-oh, okay!" He says nervously. "Just follow me then." He says motioning for you to follow. You grab as many things as you can before following Matthew up the stair to the second floor of his home. You make it to your room with much difficulty thanks to your bags. You drop them onto the wooden floor of your room before taking it in. It was warm and inviting much to your surprise. A comfortable looking bed sat in the middle of the room with a desk beside it underneath a large window overlooking a beautiful frozen lake behind the home.

"Oh wow..." You say softly.

"I-I'm glad you like it." Matthew says happily. You straighten and shrug.

"It's a-alright." You say though you actually enjoy the room. Canada's smile barely wavers.

"Well I'll let you get settled. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to come ask." He says kindly before turning away from you. You scowl and cross your arms over your chest.

"I do have one question for you. Why did you want my Country annexed with yours?" You ask causing Matthew to turn around once more. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Honestly? I heard about how your Country had fallen on such hard times and well...I just wanted to help in anyway I can." He says with an earnest voice but you're not buying it.

"No one does something like this because they want to 'help.' So what is it you really want? My land? Oil?" You demand loudly, making the soft spoken Country jump slightly.

"I swear! I just wanted to help you. I've seen you at meetings and you seemed like you were struggling. I'm not my brother or the other big Countries." He says with a much more confident voice. You shake your head before narrowing your eyes.

"I don't need pity! I was doing just fine before my Government decided to throw it all down the drain! I don't need anyone else's help! I refuse to rely on anyone else besides myself. I've learned that the hard way!" You yell though this time, Matthew didn't flinch. Instead, he just stared at you with a slight curiosity. Almost as if seeing something familiar.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that, (C/N). But I promise, I'm only doing this to help you. Once your Country gets back on its feet, you're free to become to become your own again." Hey says with another smile that finally catches you off guard. You stay quiet so Matthew takes it as a sign to leave. He excuses himself, leaving you alone in your temporary room in your temporary home. You take a heavy seat on the edge of the bed and stare sadly down at the ground.

"Who are you?" You look up and see Kumajiro staring up at you. He rests his paws on your knees and you can't fight the smile that finds its way onto your face. You gently pick him up into your arms and sit him on your lap.

"I'm (C/-....I'm ________." You tell the small white bear softly.

"_______, I'm hungry. Can I have some pancakes?" He asks you which makes you giggle.

"Sure, Kuma. Let's go get you some pancakes."

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The first three months were difficult. You refused to let Matthew help you with anything which unfortunately didn't end well. One morning you decided to shovel the walkway because you needed to go into town. Matthew had offered to help but you were too proud to accept. Ignoring the fact that you didn't know how handle snow. You ended up sick in bed for a week. Matthew never once  stopped being anything but nice to you, even when you were rude or grumpy. Slowly, he whittled your guard down allowing you to finally start letting him help you with small things. He taught you how to make amazing pancakes, snowmen, and gather Maple. Small things that were making you fall in love with the Country. The actual Country, not the personification. (A: *Cough*Yeahright*cough*) The best was when he taught you to Ice Skate. Every time you would fall, Kumajiro tripped Matthew. You couldn't remember the last time you had so much fun.

"________, a-are you okay?" A feathery voice broke you from your thoughts. You were sitting in Matthew's office going over the books for your Country with him. One thing you did appreciate was that he always kept you in the loop when it came to your Country and he wouldn't do anything without consulting you first.

"I'm fine, Matthew." You say with a small smile, trying to fight the small pink dusting in her cheeks. "Just think about how horrible I was to you when I first came here." You explain, your smile falling.

"It's alright." Matthew says with a shy grin. "I knew you weren't actually mad at me. It was a rough time so I never took it personally. Besides, the fact that you even saw or spoke to me was enjoyable." He adds with a small shrug. You sigh and shake your head. The other Countries always seemed to ignore poor Canada.

"I don't think I ever thanked you." You realize quietly. Matthew shakes his head and blushes slightly.

"You don't have to thank me! I told you. I just wanted to help." He says with a small shy smile. You lean forward across the table and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"No, I do have to. Thank you Matthew." You say with a small blush that pales in comparison to Matthew's blazing face.

"Oh this is taking forever." You feel a furry paw push against the back of your head. "Now. Kiss!" Kumajiro says happily as he pushes Matthew's face against yours, crashing both sets of lips against each other. You both sit there wide eyed for a second before melting into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed. Satisfied with a job well done, Kumajiro hops off of the table and makes his way out of the room. "I'm hungry."