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âYes old chap, I tested that all your ten syrup bottles fit!â
âUm I think I put my hockey helmet and cap in there... Sorry...â
UKball was struggling with Canadaballâs school bag, cramming all that Canada had needed and wanted to bring; the âneededâ being syrup bottles, Hockey equipment, and various food items. The âwantedâ, well... There werenât any. The school already supplied the sufficient books and supplies, though UKball suggested bringing a translation book because âCanadian English is so much more different than normal Englishâ. Of course, Canadaball knew that UKball was just paranoid... What Canadaball thought really needed is various of the books to speak with all the students. This time UKball said the Canadaball was exaggerating.
Americaball was also in the sidelines, watching the scene unfold. His sunglasses reflected the bright, but morning daylight. The clouds occasionally blocked the rising sun. He turned around , looking at the other students walking towards the school. While looking, he made the lush grass sift. Americaball didnât want to go to school because he claimed it would be expensive. It was really just another baseless worry, but he woudnât budge. He was starting to get bored standing there for the minutes that passed. âCanada, canât you just wear the helmet?â He said in boredom.
âOh why didnât I think of that! Thanks!â Canadaball said quickly pulling the helmet out. âWait- Canada-â UKball in a panic said. Unfortunately all the bottles spilt out on the floor before he could finish. America sighed in frustration.
Minutes later they finally fit all the âneededâ stuff in Canadaballâs bag, much to Americaballâs frustration. The sun was starting to finally show itâs brightest colours, or colors. Canadaballâs helmet gleamed in the sun, much like Americaballâs cherished sunglasses. Canadaball always wondered what it was like wearing such dark shades âTwenty four sevenâ. He always wore them, even at night. Canadaball started to ready to leave when UKball intervened.
âCanada, Promise me you wonât disappoint lad. For your old dad please?â UKball said with care. Canadaball looked back. âOkay.â Canadaball said back. He turned around. âGoodbye father! Goodbye brother!â He said reassuringly. America gave a single tear, while UKball waved with a white silk handkerchief.
So with that, Canada set off with the bag on his back, and his future ahead of him.
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NATOball took Canada's bag(s) and heard the maple syrup clanging around. He opened the bag, thinking he was going to sneak Kvass into the Highschool like Finlandball does, but was surprised by the many bottles of Maple Syrup. He chuckled, then secured the baggage to the bed of the truck. He then entered the car, but not before telling USAball, as thank you for donating a half track to the highschool, "Thanks for the car, pal!"
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