Maple leaves, daisies, roses and irises

The author has something to say: newcomer, try the style of writing, please don’t shoot QwQ

I know that Little Transparent's popularity is very low, so the popularity of this article should not be high...but the author worked hard to write it (lie down

The early stage was non-cp-oriented, well, the main line of the whole article is a serious and honest historical direction! ! (serious face) The cp of the love direction is going to modern times... For those who don't like it, please go downstairs and turn right...

Well, it can probably be treated as a history book... ==

Ask, and you will receive; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened.

"Ahh~ I'm really upset, I'm really not reconciled to having such a cute child taken away by that robber in navy uniform..."

In his field of vision, unprecedentedly huge ships occupied the entire harbor, blue and gold iris flags fluttered on the masts of each ship, and countless people landed from wooden boats, wearing a sea blue color Clothes were of a style and texture he had never heard of before.

The blond man at the front of the line had an appearance comparable to Apollo's. His jewel-like blue eyes and frivolous smile made him look even more attractive.He kissed the delicate iris in his hand, behind him were countless ships and soldiers, his beautiful blue eyes were full of the joy of conquest——

"Don't worry, my child, I will paint golden flowers on the banner and insert them all over your body one by one."

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Matthew Williams wakes up.

The meager light penetrated the sky-blue curtains, casting the hollow patterns on the curtains into golden patterns on the ground.The cool Toronto wind of early summer blows into the room, bringing in the fresh street air and the soothing scent of maple trees.While rubbing his eyes, Canada fumbled for his glasses on the bedside table with his hands, but accidentally knocked the flat glasses to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Matthew Williams sighed helplessly, pulled back the quilt, got out of bed, carefully picked up the eyes and put them on, and rolled up the curtains by the way.While the curtains were rolled up, the not-so-glare sunlight shone on him, illuminating the dark bedroom. Plain and featureless furniture were neatly arranged in the room, as ordinary as their owners.While their owner wrestled with a beige hoodie with a tight neckline—given to him by his brother last year—with some distressed thought:

Why do you remember what happened back then?Obviously so many years have passed.

Matthew Williams was suddenly annoyed by his good memory, which he prided himself on most of the time.But he soon realized that he had to stop thinking like this, not only because the collar of his hoodie was suffocating him, but also because he had put the hat on his feet like a sock for two full minutes, no wonder he No matter how hard I try, I can't wear it.Canada put aside his black baseball cap in frustration, and concentrated on the difficulty of concentrating in the morning, concentrating on the struggle with sleepiness and clothes.

After half an hour he was victorious.When he went downstairs after washing, he stood in the small room of his pet and hesitated for a while. Hearing the even and sweet breathing in the room, he softened his heart and didn't go in to call it. Instead, he went downstairs to make breakfast, picked up the knife and fork I ate it first.

Let Mr. Xiong Ji take a good rest... Matthew thought so.

No matter who it is, such Matthew-style care is very considerate, but unfortunately, the white bear who is cared by Matthew doesn't think so at all.When Matthew finished his second glass of milk with his head up, the door of the upstairs room was kicked open, and the stupid but murderous white bear rushed out of the room. When it roared angrily:

"How many times, Kanada! You eat alone without waiting for me! I want to break up with you, and I want to run away from home! I want to find a good host who can give me hot milk and maple syrup pancakes!"

After finishing speaking, Ice Bear ignored the weak protests from the people downstairs ("It's Canada, it's not Kanada..."), ran downstairs with heavy steps, rushed to the dining table, and stared at his own The master patted the other's thin body with his furry paws, and shouted awkwardly: "Did you hear me! If you don't agree to my next request, I will run away from home! You will never be like me again!" What a cute white bear!"

Matthew Williams put down the tableware in his hand, stood up, and asked with a helpless smile, "Okay, what do you want?"

“Two Pot Maple Pancakes!”

"..."

Look, he knows it.

The owner of the white bear, who knew his pet deeply, wanted to cry without tears, but walked obediently to the kitchen and put on the apron consciously.

Behind him, Xiong Erlang pulled away the chair, propped his paws on the chair and climbed up, not forgetting to tell: "Canati, two pots! If I make one less, I'm leaving!"

Yes, it is Canada...

Matthew Williams paused, weakly retorting in his heart.

Making maple syrup pancakes is naturally a piece of cake for Maple Leaf Country. It is as familiar as knowing how to blink an eye. The only time-consuming thing is the cooking of food.By the time the steaming food was put on the dining table, the hands of the clock directly above the TV in the living room had already pointed to seven o'clock.

The window was finally completely lit up, and the birds seemed to have woken up. The combination of the noisy human voice and the crisp bird song made Matthew Williams, who loves a leisurely life, squint his eyes with great enjoyment.The white bear sitting on his left was two seats away from him, and he was stuffing food into his mouth. His already chubby face looked even fatter due to the food in his mouth.

Seeing this, he hurriedly got up and poured a large cup of hot milk, and said worriedly: "Mr. Xiong Ji, I think you'd better eat slowly, so you don't get choked..."

"Mr. Xiong Ji" waved his paws nonchalantly, and ate his breakfast without listening to Matthew's persuasion.Canada on the side looked helplessly, and then showed a gratified and happy smile at an angle that the other party could not see.

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That was the first time he saw the world clearly.

The blond man has a gentle smile but a cold hand. He does not hear the painful cries of the Indian people. He uses powerful and terrifying guns and ammunition to meet the spears, bows and arrows of the locals. As he said that day, he quickly penetrated all over North America. Three irises banners.At that time, he was weak and had no ability to resist, not even a formal name, so he was forced to surrender because he was powerless.

The handsome man in Western Europe picked him up, put him on his lap, kissed his forehead tenderly, scraped his nose with his slender index finger, and whispered like a lover: "Don't be afraid, my lovely little angel, brother I I won't do anything to you..."

With injuries that were not serious but not light all over his body, he looked at the aggressor in front of him blankly and helplessly.The other party was wearing a military uniform, and it seemed that there was warm Indian blood on it, but this man kept spit out the sweetest words of love in the world:

"It's a pity, why are you so small?" The blond man said with a smile, "If you grow up a little more, look at your facial features, they are as delicate as those carved by Michelangelo... At that time, brother, I will definitely not be able to control them." live..."

A man named Franci gave him his name. "I heard from the locals in the Gulf of St. Lawrence that they call you...Stadakona?" France's beautiful blue eyes sparkled, "Then call you Canada, how about it, my lovely sweetheart?"

The blond and elegant man had a soft smile, and his tactful tone seemed to be asking for his opinion, he lowered his body and asked in a low voice.

In fact, what qualifications does he have to say "no"?From that evil year of 1535 he was doomed to the same fate as his southern twin.When the man named Jacques Cartier landed on the east coast, how innocently and foolishly he and his people were happy, not only answered all the other's questions, but also warmly sent many things to the man. Hounds of the wicked king!

It can also be said that he has brought the blame for his current fate, right?

He quietly lowered his eyelids, and his long and dense eyelashes washed his royal blue eyes like a small brush.He remembered his once innocent and lively brother in the south. Under the warm eyes of the North American continent, the other party took his hand and said happily and firmly as if swearing: "We are blood brothers, we are a family. .”

He who was given the name "Canada" raised his shy face, and seemed a little embarrassed because he was not good at communicating with others, and said in a very small voice: "Then, Mr. France... What should I call you? Woolen cloth?"

France Lance was stunned for a moment, and then a smile comparable to the midsummer sunshine appeared on his face, and his beautiful voice was very pleasant:

"Ah~ Just call me Brother Fran..."

Then, the blond man rubbed his chin on the top of his forehead, with a bit of joy in his tone, he added: "This is the first sentence I heard from you, my lovely brother."

He pursed his blood-red lips, not used to this way of getting along. When the horn of a ship sailing in the distance sounded, Francis Bonofova got up reluctantly and smiled at him: "Goodbye, my little one." Angel, next time I come back, I will bring my boss and ask him to witness me, us, two, people, of, relationship, relationship..."

The powerful man who was speaking thought for a while, reached into his arms, and took out a fragrant iris flower from his inner pocket. The golden flower was extremely dazzling with his golden hair.Francis plucked the broken hair on the side of his right ear, put a flower branch on it, and blew him a kiss.

"Brother, I am looking forward to it~"

Ships travel far.

He was covered in bruises and looked towards the east without moving, and he didn't move even half a step until the ship's mast was submerged below the sea level.After a long time, he took a few steps back as if suddenly awakened, his beautiful eyes widened in horror, and the large and small scars on his body burned like fire; Fa ruthlessly pulled down the flower and threw it on the ground, raised his foot and crushed it into mud.

Who am I... exactly?

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I'm Canada, even though I thought I was Stadakona.

In any case, such an established fact cannot be changed.He looked up feebly at the iris banner fluttering in the sky.Hundreds of years of deceitful innocence finally ruined him, and the beautiful and splendid indigenous civilization was trampled clean by the self-proclaimed smart and advanced Europeans.The unyielding souls of the Indian people lingered on the bloodstains they left behind, and the roars made him more heartbroken and saddened than the sound of shells.

The colonists left behind by capitalism expelled the dying local tribal groups, raised their black guns indifferently and cruelly, and aimed at unarmed women, the elderly and young children.The gushing blood dyed the whole world red, all he could do was to stand aside, let the proud noble show cruel pleasure, lift his noble feet wearing high-end leather boots, and step on the spreading blood on the ground with disgust .

That piece of blood was still a person's life at the last second.

——He felt that he should go crazy, that he should collapse, that he should rush up desperately, snatch the gun from the devil's hand, and shoot and kill that noble gentleman before he was killed by others.

But he ended up doing nothing.

He remembered the pain of his brother in the south half a century ago.His brother entertained the man named Columbus warmly, and he was soon overrun by the army brought by him.When his breath was about to expire, the boy who had been stubbornly resisting raised his head, his watery blue eyes were full of hopeless hatred, as if there was a red light flashing when facing the invaders.

"I surrender."

At that moment, the boy bowed his head deeply to the blond gentleman in a gesture of submission.The British gentleman who got his wish looked down at the boy's supple but blood-stained brown hair, raised a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, pressed down on the brim of his hat, and said loudly with satisfaction: "You humble and ignorant low-class aborigine, you finally understand It's a day to clean up your situation!"

He knew it, his brother knew it, and they knew it better than anyone in North America.

Whether it's Great Britain, or Spain, or France...

They will always be who they are, and no one can change that.