Yeah, so, Nova Scotia. No idea what the people there are like, since I've never been. I modeled the personification after Scotland, since (HELLO!) Nova Scotia literally means New Scotland. So she kinds of sees him as a father/older brother/uncle/mentor person. And yes, she has a dragon. Might include that later, with Alberta's Trampling Cow.

Someone said that NS has to have fish, so THERE YA GO.

DATFISH.

Nova Scotia: Loyal

"Mata!" a voice called out, a noticeable Scottish accent only adding to Alfred's fear. Would this province be like Scotland? He shuddered, thankful that he had stood behind his brother when they had entered the large Parliament building. "Good tae see ya, lad!" a tall, intimidating woman with orange-red hair and bright green eyes grabbed him up in a bear hug and swung him around, laughing uproariously. "How've ya been, Mata? Ah haven't seen ya in nearly a year!"

"S-so that's why your here then?" he asked, fixing his glasses when she put him down.

"Aye, ah'm here tae see ya! Aren't ya glad ah left BC behind this time?"

"Well, yeah... heh-heh... especially since I brought Al along. He wanted to meet you, I think..." The blonde nervously rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "Al, this is Nova Scotia. Peregrine Macall is her human name. Eh, did I say it right?"

"Naw, but ah don't mind! It's Peh-reh-grin, aye?" she grinned, showing off slightly elonginated canines. "C'mon, th' others are waitin' in th' back!"

"... Others?"

"Aye, Alberta 'n Manitoba tagged along when they heard ah was comin' 'ere!" She laughed again. "An' ah think Scotland's 'ere too!"

Mattie chuckled along with her, even as she took off at a jog towards the gardens at the back of the Parliament building. "She's named after Scotland, actually," he explained when Alfred gave him a confused look. "Nova Scotia means New Scotland. Obviously, the two are pretty close."

"... So, she's drunk, right? She acts like him when drunk?"

"No."

"Oh, good." He gave a relieved smile.

"She's like that all the time."

"Baw, what?" It turned into a horrified grimace.

"C'mon, I wanna go see Uncle!" Matthew grinned, grabbing his brother's wrist, not noticing his terrified wailing. "Uncle Neill!" the blonde cried out happily. "Where are you?"

"O're here, Mata!" a deep, scratchy voice called out with a much thicker Scottish brogue. "How are ya?" the redhead grinned, hugging Canada the same way Nova Scotia had just a minute prior. Almost expectedly, Matthew grinned and laughed, hugging back with a back-breaking force he rarely ever used.

"I'm great! How've you been? Nova Scotia tells me you've been pretty good, but I wanna hear about the hunts! How did they turn out?" the younger nation asked eagerly.

"Ah, great!"

While the two chatted and caught up, Alfred cautiously took a seat next to his brother's province, who was drinking straight whisky and fiddling with her favourite set of bagpipes. "So, Nova Scotia."

"Perry tae fam'ly," she corrected without taking her eyes off her bagpipes.

"Okay... So, Perry."

"Aye?"

"Why should I be scared of you?"

"Eh?" she looked up. "Th' hell are ya talkin' aboot, lad?" she demanded, confused. "Ah nev'r said anything aboot fearin' me."

"No, no, no!" he waved it away, exasperated that he had to explain. "I mean, like... uh, I should fear Newfie and Labrador 'cause they've got their beasts and NWT because she's freaking merciless, and Manitoba 'cause he pretty much is revenge. So, why should I fear you?"

She blinked a few times, then burst out laughing her signature hearty laugh. "Ah, ya wee fool! Ya got no reason tae fear me 'less ya try t' invade Mata's land!" She slapped him on the back, still chuckling and seemingly unaware of his pained wince at her slap. She never did learn how to hold back her strength. Damn her closeness to the Atlantic! Stupid island provinces..."There's nuthin' aboot me ya need to be scared of, lad. Really, I would nev'r hurt fam'ly!"

"Good to know. But, uh, what about other countries? Like, say..." he searched for a country she didn't get along with too well. "England?"

Her face darkened. "Tha' li'l bastard'll nev'r tame me," she muttered, grabbing the bottle of whisky and taking a swig from it in favour of sipping from her glass. "Nev'r, ya hear me ya wee shite!" she roared to the sky. "Ya canna't take tha wild outta me, England!" Her eyes were now blazing. "Ya won' be tamin' me any time soon ya fuck'r!" From out of nowhere, she grabbed a still-struggling fish and flung it at the chain-mesh fence, startling the guards. "Oi, potato-heads!" she called out. "Wanna fight?" They shook their heads right off the bat and, probably calling for reinforcements, spoke into their radios. "Feh." Another fish magically appeared in her hand and while she searched for a target, she swung it wildly in the air, spattering everything with water droplets as the fish flopped about listlessly.

"Eep!" Alfred threw himself onto the ground when she stood up abruptly, fish still swinging, knocking her chair to the ground as she stormed towards Scotland, who looked a bit confused when she smacked him upside the head with a large fish, which was then thrown over her shoulder. It nearly hit Alfred in the face, but he ducked and it went sailing through a wall. A brick one. The blonde nation simply stared at the hole with wide, terrified eyes. How did a fish do that much damage?

"Oi, Scotland! I need a fight, ah'm riled up 'cause o' tha' wank'r England!"

"Eh?" he demanded, his own green eyes starting to blaze too. "Wha' th' fuck he do this time?" he bellowed, wiping fish scales off his face and then wiping his hand on his kilt.

"Ya rememb'r when he first got Mata fr'm France?" she said, finishing off her whisky and standing before Scotland, her head just barely reaching up to his chin. The bottle also went sailing over her shoulder, through the wall and smacking a tired-looking politician in the back of the head. He then took a long nap. "Tried ta tame me, tha fucker!"

"Ar, now I wanna fight!" he said. "Pub?" he suggested.

"Pub!"

And they marched off to find the nearest pub where they could start a fight (maybe even a riot), raiding Matthew's stash of malt scotch on the way and leaving two very confused blondes behind, along with some potatoes to replace the stolen alcohol.

"Why did they do that?" Mattie asked. "What did you do, Al?" he asked in an accusatory tone.

"Nothing, I swear on Iggy's cooking!" he responded immediately, throwing his hands up. "I just asked what reason she had to make me fear her."

"... What." Deadpanning again.

"Well, I fear BC 'cause she's so violent, and NWT 'cause she merciless and scary, and..."

"Yeah, yeah. So what did she say?"

"Something about Iggy never being able to tame her." Alfred sighed and shook his head. "Don't really get it though." When his brother starting to laugh, he swung around and crossed his arms. "Don't laugh at me! It's rude to laugh at heroes!"

"You should be afraid of her," he panted between chuckles. "You should be very afraid of her because she's untameable."

"What?"

"She's completely wild, Al. If you try to change her ways to more "civilized" ones-"

"Like Iggy tried to do to Australia?" Alfred interrupted, pushing Texas further up on the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah. If you try to do something like that, well..." he winced, probably remembering something. "It won't be pleasant."

"Yeah... so, wait. If she's untameable, why does she listen to you?" Alfred asked, completely confused.

"Well, if she's anything, she's loyal. Remember 1812?"

"... Yeah...?"

"Well, England was secretly trying to use her as some kind of naval base. She beat him senseless, killed half his sailors and drank all their rum before sending them off." His brother's eyes were wide open and the right one twitched slightly. "But don't let anyone know you know that! It's supposed to stay a secret." The northern nation shrugged at the questioning look, then turned frantic again. "If you want to know more, go ask England! I need to go make sure they don't play dodge-ball with speedboats again!"

"... That sounds like a blast," America commented absently, watching his brother run out after his province and the other visiting nation.

"Perry! Uncle Neill! Wait a second!"

Yeah, so, she's tall because I said so. No, jokes. Her human-form-thing is tall because she's a direct descendant of the Celts, who were... eh, taller and stronger than the people of today. And, since she's connected very closely with the Atlantic (she's an island province), the power she can call upon manifests itself by making her taller and stronger than she should be.

As for the whole "I hate England" thing, it's purely personal. He tried to tame her, she's totally freaking wild and didn't take any shit from the country. So she hates him (well, not quite) and will only be civil if Canada asks her really nicely or if they're discussing politics publicly or something, since Canada and England are allies and she doesn't want to even chance ruining that alliance.

RAMBLE. OVAH.

One more province to go! Then I'll post something else about all their special pets - like Kumajiro is Canada's special pet/companion thing.

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DATFISH.

-Panther