To be honest, France's quiet lessons when she was a small child stick with her more. It's the reason she defaults to writing in French, as it was France who taught her, and it is why she will go France for advice if she needs it. For all England was her keeper, the guardian who essentially raised her into who she is now, France is like her mother, or more realistically a grandmother, who swoops in every once in a while, showers her with love and needless well-meaning comments and swoops back out. She will always be there for Canada, even if Canada does things she does not approve and Canada loves her for it.
However, she is closest to America, her neighbor to the south. Unlike most of her closer relations, she isn't afraid to call America on her faults or call her an idiot if the occasion arises. However,she is America's faithful listener, there to hear and advise on all her problems and America often hears hers in return. America is like her sister and as such is subject to all the little arguments that accompany such closer relationships. They do get along well enough now, but there was a great deal of time after America left England that they barely spoke and when they did, it was with icy tones of betrayal. Long familiarity with America has led her to treat most loud and brash people with the same sort of amused exasperation though. They all remind her of America and as such are half taken care of and half lovingly criticized.
Canada is used to casual touching, whether it's France's friendly hand on her arm or America's arm around her shoulders. She doesn't hesitate to fix someone's tie or give them a quick pat on the head. She would always apologize after though if it seemed to bother them and back off a little, never really taking it too hard. She quickly learns who needs more personal spaces. As an isolated country for her early life, she was used to her own space, but the last hundred years or so have broken down those walls. What little touch she had allowed America or England was slowly expanded to a new group of friends as she began to venture out into the world and meet new nations and people. Many of the new and old face, including the people she played sports with at home, had no reservations about hugs, holding hands or playing with her hair and while Canada was fidgety about it at first, she gradually grew to accept, become fond of, and reciprocate those actions.
She loves her people, seeing much like her children. Even if they do things she may not agree with or approve of herself, she is a loving mother to them all the same. She is polite and cheerful to all her people, even the ones most would consider rude or just mean, because every person is her own. She has never allowed a man to push her around though, ignoring them or giving them a sharp look if she thinks they are being deliberately rude or patronizing. Women may attempt to press her into more confining gender roles, tutting over how she pulls on her hockey uniform to go play, but she is unfailingly polite back. She enjoys being feminine in theory, but her favorite things like sports and hiking are often considered a bit masculine. She just ignores all protests.
However, she is closest to America, her neighbor to the south. Unlike most of her closer relations, she isn't afraid to call America on her faults or call her an idiot if the occasion arises. However,she is America's faithful listener, there to hear and advise on all her problems and America often hears hers in return. America is like her sister and as such is subject to all the little arguments that accompany such closer relationships. They do get along well enough now, but there was a great deal of time after America left England that they barely spoke and when they did, it was with icy tones of betrayal. Long familiarity with America has led her to treat most loud and brash people with the same sort of amused exasperation though. They all remind her of America and as such are half taken care of and half lovingly criticized.
Canada is used to casual touching, whether it's France's friendly hand on her arm or America's arm around her shoulders. She doesn't hesitate to fix someone's tie or give them a quick pat on the head. She would always apologize after though if it seemed to bother them and back off a little, never really taking it too hard. She quickly learns who needs more personal spaces. As an isolated country for her early life, she was used to her own space, but the last hundred years or so have broken down those walls. What little touch she had allowed America or England was slowly expanded to a new group of friends as she began to venture out into the world and meet new nations and people. Many of the new and old face, including the people she played sports with at home, had no reservations about hugs, holding hands or playing with her hair and while Canada was fidgety about it at first, she gradually grew to accept, become fond of, and reciprocate those actions.
She loves her people, seeing much like her children. Even if they do things she may not agree with or approve of herself, she is a loving mother to them all the same. She is polite and cheerful to all her people, even the ones most would consider rude or just mean, because every person is her own. She has never allowed a man to push her around though, ignoring them or giving them a sharp look if she thinks they are being deliberately rude or patronizing. Women may attempt to press her into more confining gender roles, tutting over how she pulls on her hockey uniform to go play, but she is unfailingly polite back. She enjoys being feminine in theory, but her favorite things like sports and hiking are often considered a bit masculine. She just ignores all protests.
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