[Pandemic: Post Colonial]
Really it's only fitting to colonize France next. America doesn't get the same flashbacks as Canada, but they're there. Stepping into Calais makes Canada shudder and he feels the blond frenchman all around them. It's scary to take the first step. America used to get such flashbacks in England, but Canada was always closer to France.
So it barely surprises him when the ghost of France seeks him out. He's smiling, a dimmer ghost, a woman at his side. He's actually happy, and Canada almost feels the ethereal hand stroke his hair, but it's just the wind and the image is gone. But he can't shake the feeling that...
It's ok. France approves. There isn't the haunting sense of loss here, not so much. France is happy with someone Canada can't name, but he feels he should remember. And as his colonists, well his and America's colonists, spread around him, settling into the quiet port town, he ducks his head and doesn't shed a tear.
They've been here 6 long months already and the integration has taken so much longer, even if they aren't sure why. They even have a name for their country, New Alberta, even if Quebec grumbles that a french colony should be named after him. As if the old countries have any say in the new ones. But still he doesn't show.
It's 8 months after the first people show, 1 month after the second group joins, that she slips from the trees, walking along the water with wide eyes.
New Alberta has hair that falls just past her ears, and it's a color that were Canada a romantic, he'd call cornsilk, instead he calls it light blonde. Her eyes are pale green--or are they blue, Canada can't tell. But she has that trademark French smirk and silky hair that would make Francis jealous and she steps up to him and holds out her hand.
"I'm Jeanne, New Alberta. Nice to finally meet you Papa. I got a little lost back by the...Seine? I think it's called. Yes well anyways, getting across that was a nightmare and really I haven't gotten the hang of things here yet but I am certainly going to do my best."
So it barely surprises him when the ghost of France seeks him out. He's smiling, a dimmer ghost, a woman at his side. He's actually happy, and Canada almost feels the ethereal hand stroke his hair, but it's just the wind and the image is gone. But he can't shake the feeling that...
It's ok. France approves. There isn't the haunting sense of loss here, not so much. France is happy with someone Canada can't name, but he feels he should remember. And as his colonists, well his and America's colonists, spread around him, settling into the quiet port town, he ducks his head and doesn't shed a tear.
They've been here 6 long months already and the integration has taken so much longer, even if they aren't sure why. They even have a name for their country, New Alberta, even if Quebec grumbles that a french colony should be named after him. As if the old countries have any say in the new ones. But still he doesn't show.
It's 8 months after the first people show, 1 month after the second group joins, that she slips from the trees, walking along the water with wide eyes.
New Alberta has hair that falls just past her ears, and it's a color that were Canada a romantic, he'd call cornsilk, instead he calls it light blonde. Her eyes are pale green--or are they blue, Canada can't tell. But she has that trademark French smirk and silky hair that would make Francis jealous and she steps up to him and holds out her hand.
"I'm Jeanne, New Alberta. Nice to finally meet you Papa. I got a little lost back by the...Seine? I think it's called. Yes well anyways, getting across that was a nightmare and really I haven't gotten the hang of things here yet but I am certainly going to do my best."