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Canada choked back the tears as he ran, hand held to his face where England had struck him. The young colony knew that his 'father' had not really meant to strike out at him like he had, but the fact remained that Canada had once again been mistaken for his brother and England had been too angry to notice his mistake until it was too late. Canada finally stumbled over a tussock of grass and ended up sprawled on the ground. The little colony picked himself up and hiccoughed miserably, wiping at his eyes furiously. He squeaked and shuffled back as a shadow fell over him, "Hey, hey wee one, it's a'right." A gruff voice hushed, "It's only me." C

Scotland knocked cautiously on the door of his nephew's house. His youngest brother had visited just the day before and had come home in a foul mood, muttering something about 'ungrateful brats' and 'I never raised him that way'. Getting no answer, the Celtic nation opened the door and poked his head around it, "Canada?" he called, a couple of his fairy friends flying into the darkened hallway. Scotland frowned when he still received no answer, "Mata, laddie, are ye hame?" he tried again. A sudden movement in the gloom at the other end of the hallway caused Scotland to go into a defensive stance, it was too small to be Canada. Eventually a s

 Matthew Williams hummed to himself softly, trotting through the halls of HetaliaHighh merrily. His feet clattered along the floor, he himself a bit earlier than usual. Not that he minded, however, he actually liked being early. He continued along his path at a steady pace, not too fast, nor too slow when he caught sight of someone walking his direction. It was a girl, average height, with long, dark hair that was tied with red ribbon into pigtails. Her nose was planted in a book, as she glanced up only every now and again to make sure she stayed on track, and not run into anyone or anything. He finally recognized her as Victoria Bonnefoy