The Christmas Without War (Canada version - Recognition)
anonymous
October 22 2009, 17:58:31 UTC
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Canada rolled over, yawned, opened his eyes, came face to face with a camera, and screamed.
His abject and very real horror was not shared, as his reaction caused a wave of hushed whispers and giggling. Canada bolted upright and stared.
His room was filled with people.
"W-W-Who are you all!?" He stammered, too scared to appreciate the irony in having to ask his least-favorite question. "W-W-Why are y-you in m-my room!?"
"Oh mister Canada!!" The girl with the camera breathed, gaznig at him starry-eyed. Canada stared back blankly. They knew his name? Furthermore, why did everyone in the room have that same adoring look? "Can I take a picture? Please? Can I? Can I touch your hair?"
Canada, deciding that the best strategy in dealing with apparently alien drones who wanted to eat his brains or something was escape, threw open his window and jumped out from the second floor in his boxers.
Kumajiro sat up lazily, not in the least fazed by his partner's hasty escape, and glanced around curiously at the throng of people in the room.
"Who?"
Canada, standing up after recovering from his rather abrupt freefall, dusts himself off, flushes in embarrassment when he realizes he's now standing on his lawn in his maple leaf boxers, and looks up and stares.
His flag is everywhere. "CANADA IS AMAZING" and various other phrases with the same sentiments seem plastered everywhere. There are people lining the streets and waving flags, his flag, and he realizes not all of them are his own, and it's six months until Canada Day. There's no reason for this, but it's there anyway.
He turns his head slightly, taking it all in, and he notices a TV set up by some of the people camping out on his lawn. It's playing the news, and it's filled with his face and his flag and all of his good deeds.
There is nothing American, nothing British, nothing French around, only Canadian.
A smile jumps to his face, unknowingly, and he wonders if it's all right to feel proud.
Canada rolled over, yawned, opened his eyes, came face to face with a camera, and screamed.
His abject and very real horror was not shared, as his reaction caused a wave of hushed whispers and giggling. Canada bolted upright and stared.
His room was filled with people.
"W-W-Who are you all!?" He stammered, too scared to appreciate the irony in having to ask his least-favorite question. "W-W-Why are y-you in m-my room!?"
"Oh mister Canada!!" The girl with the camera breathed, gaznig at him starry-eyed. Canada stared back blankly. They knew his name? Furthermore, why did everyone in the room have that same adoring look? "Can I take a picture? Please? Can I? Can I touch your hair?"
Canada, deciding that the best strategy in dealing with apparently alien drones who wanted to eat his brains or something was escape, threw open his window and jumped out from the second floor in his boxers.
Kumajiro sat up lazily, not in the least fazed by his partner's hasty escape, and glanced around curiously at the throng of people in the room.
"Who?"
Canada, standing up after recovering from his rather abrupt freefall, dusts himself off, flushes in embarrassment when he realizes he's now standing on his lawn in his maple leaf boxers, and looks up and stares.
His flag is everywhere. "CANADA IS AMAZING" and various other phrases with the same sentiments seem plastered everywhere. There are people lining the streets and waving flags, his flag, and he realizes not all of them are his own, and it's six months until Canada Day. There's no reason for this, but it's there anyway.
He turns his head slightly, taking it all in, and he notices a TV set up by some of the people camping out on his lawn. It's playing the news, and it's filled with his face and his flag and all of his good deeds.
There is nothing American, nothing British, nothing French around, only Canadian.
A smile jumps to his face, unknowingly, and he wonders if it's all right to feel proud.
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No one saw me de-anon ok. D8
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