The Country That Disappeared CanadaXReader Chap 2

                                                 
                                               *Your P.O.V.*
                   I hear a creak as I wake up to it's sound. Two males and one female, I recognise them as a family. 
                   "Hello," the boy asks in my native tongue, "What's your name?" 
                   "(Nickname) , (Name) (Last Name)," I say , squirming a little.
                   "I'm Salem, and this is my mom and dad," he introduced his family in a very bright attitude. 
                   "What year is it?" I asked.
                   "The year 2014," a new voice, womanly in stature had said.
                    I looked down , its been a thousand years since I have last opened eyes.Two thousand years since those eyes showed any emotion. I turned away as I thought about  all the countries that may now be on this Earth. Plus the fact I may not be able to talk to my best friend anymore.
                    I turned to the family, I closely analyzed them one by one. The  mother, Salem's mother, bares the traditional braid of my country, (Country).
She had beautiful bleach blonde hair, a trait my country has valued for thousands of years. The father, who sat close with an intertwined hand with his wife. His strawberry red hair wasn't hard to miss. This showed why Salem had strawberry blonde hair.
                    I stand up, and wobble a little as I trudge to what I think is the bathroom and ask if I can use it.
                                                 *Time Skip*
                    I play with Salem quietly, not to disturb my caretakers. But I watch as Salem struggles to stay awake but sadly he lost to his body's plea to sleep. I pick him up carefully not to wake him. I gracefully lay him down on his bed and tuck him in. I kiss him on the head to insure his good dreams. I take a blanket and trudge towards the couch in the living room, plop myself down and as soon as I lay my head on the pillow my consciousness disappears.
                                                  *Time Skip*
                    I awake to the touch of some animal.
                    "(Nickname)-chan, I'm glad I can see you again," my old friend flying mint bunny joyfully says," Its been while, plus people have not been able to see me,
all but a country named England." I think to myself quietly. I scrape my feet across the carpet over to the kitchen, I have to thank Salem's family some how. I open the door, the smell of familiar foods waft to my nose. I decide to make this new recipe sitting on the counter called pancakes, thinking it may go well with bacon and eggs.
                    First I make the batter, after that I place the chunky liquid into the pan to cook, I set off to work on the bacon and eggs. I crack eight eggs, two for each of us. I feel glad to be back in a kitchen, but my body won't process the motion in my eyes and face so it just looks like I don't even want to make anything and I was forced into making food for the family.
                    Salem walks over to the table quietly, I see him plop into the chair out of the corner of my eye. He doesn't look like himself, his strawberry blonde hair all matted and wire like. A green long sleeved shirt barely hangs across his womanly shoulders. In this unusual circumstance his bright, erratic, sharp green eyes were dull, boring, and dark. His night pants rolled up a little above his ankle. He didn't look to awake so I chose not to bother him and to be quiet.
                    I finished making breakfast for everyone, careful not to drop all the dangerous, will-burn-on-contact stuff to the sink. Plates, four in number were moved to the table as I watch Salem's parents, Lily and David which I had learned they are the (*Oligarchy/Democracy/*Tyranny/Monarchy) of this country, my bosses.
                    I sat down to join them for breakfest, hoping to get to know them better.
                                                (In (Country))
                                                *At the Edge*
                                                -Third Person-
                    "SHUTUP YOU BLOODY GITS!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU BOTH SAY ANOTHER WORD!!!!" England yelled at America and France. They were walking through the large crumbling city. Canada and England were looking around for any inhabitants while France was bothering America. The ground was barren, a wasteland of ash that hasn't been treaded for years. Buildings of all shapes and sizes, colors
and materials dotted the ground. The rock, glass, metal, and crystals were the crumbling bones of the old city before them. It looks like it used to be the best in its day, built to last a lifetime, and a millennia. But alas it fell down with its country, taking its secrets down with it.
                     "Now," England started, "I think there's another city over there so let's go!"
                                          Chap. 2
                     Thank you for reading! With the help of a friend he had figured out how long it would take for you to go to the bathroom, it would take 3 and a half years  if your bladder and large intestines didn't explode.