I've always wanted to write something on the Mad Cow War...
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So, uhm, a little introduction to the Mad Cow War.
It was between Brazil and Canada, not too long ago. If I remember correctly it was around twenty years ago, if not then it was fourty years ago. :P
It came from suspicions Canada had about the meat that Brazil was importing from the country. It seemed that the meat they had been importing may have had traces of Mad Cow disease.
Not going to spoil the rest between the two, but it was one of Brazil's greatest wars. You know, seeing that Brazil isn't much of a warfare country or anything like that.
And since this is the first time I'd do something like this, Canada might not be in character... :o
Also, in this ficcie thing, Argentina is going to be mentioned to be with Brazil a lot. So to clarify the relationship they have in this, Argentina isn't with Chile and Brazil isn't with Portugal, but instead I guess they have more interest in each other. A bit of a FrUk thing goes on with them, where they hate each other but they still have that thing.. xD
So basically I kinda set this in a environment where Argentina isn't at all in love with Chile and Chile hates his ass. Also, where Brazil is still angered with Portugal and Portugal is still too upset to speak. :D So yeah, it's different than my usual.. thing.
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"So you say there's a case of mad cow disease? Really?"
Canada, or just Matthew, had been working at his office all day. Sorting papers, making sure everything was in order. Of course, sometimes he'd question his sanity (Really, he was being driven insane with everyone treating him like a ghost) but that seemed to be in order too. But today, something unusual happened. Something weird.
"Yes, the meat that may have caused the disease seems to have come from Brazil," said his apprentice.
Matthew nodded lightly. "I see.. I think I'll have to advise Brazil on this. In the meantime, try to keep things in control, please. If things get out of hand, go ahead and have the meat recalled. Don't get him angry, please, I don't want to start a fight.," he replied in his usually quiet voice, though there was a sense of demand in it. This was very strange. Unless Brazil was purposedly contaminating the meat, there was no reason for this to have happened. Matthew was sure the place was sanitary.. Or so it seemed.
So the rest of his day he spent sorting and wondering what could have gone wrong. Sometime around 5 in the afternoon, he called Brazil.
"Ola?" said the voice on the other line. It was cheerful and not aware of any of the problems that were arrising.
"Brazil? It's Canada."
"Oh, I thought you were someone else. What's up, bro?"
"It's something a little serious." Matthew's voice became even more silent. He really didn't want to break this to Brazil, but he had to.
"Anything."
He took a deep breath. "There's a case of mad cow disease here, and.. It seemed to be linked to you."
There was a long pause. "Amigo, really? You know damn straight that my place wouldn't have that type of thing." His voice seemed a little irritated.
"I might have to go and check on the cows in your country if this gets serious."
There was a scoff. "Whatever, bro. You obviously have the wrong idea."
"But--"
Brazil hung up.
Matthew held the phone to his ear, though he had hung up. "Hello? Hello? Brazil..?"
No response.
That bothered Matthew. Not much, but a little. Why did Brazil hang up? Really, he could be so immature sometimes.
Oh well, he thought. There's going to be a world conference in a few days. I could talk to him there. You know, if I can get myself together to ask him.
In the next few days, there were more reports of possibilities of mad cow disease. Not many, but very few. But it was a few too many. -
I'm liking. :D *le learning something new*
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On the day of the conference, everyone ignored him. As usual. But Matthew was too fixed on Brazil to actually notice. He was busy laughing was two other Latin countries. One was blonde and had a resemblance to France, the other had black hair and some, if any, resemblance to the Italy twins. Matthew hadn't really noticed those two before, but seeing them laugh pissed him off a bit. Couldn't Brazil be serious for once?
Well, here's something new, he thought to himself. It's been a while since I've actually felt angry instead of just irritated. Or shy. Or scared. Or forever alone.
When it ended without any resolution to a problem, as usual, Matthew raced to confront Brazil. He usually left quickly because he was pretty social with his neighbors, and he didn't like being in a room with countries who did nothing but argue when he was used to being pretty nice.
"Esteban, uh, wait!" he cried, finally catching up to them.
He turned around. So did his friends. "Ola, Matthew. What happens?"
"I need to talk to you.
The smallest of the three- the one with the black hair- playfully punched Brazil's arm. "Ahaha! Why don't you tell us that you have pressing matters with your nooooovvvvviiioooo~?" he snickered.
"Funny how you say that when you seem to be holding some sort of tension with the blondie over there," Esteban grumbled, pointing his pen's point at France, who was just barely leaving the room.
The dark-haired man became red and angered. The blonde was laughing hard.
Matthew became a little annoyed, but he was to scared to let it show. "Esteban, please?"
"Of course," he said, shooing the other two away. The blonde remained a second, seeming to want to say something, but instead he left.
"Who were they?" Canada finally asked. Obviously he was curious, and maybe knowing what countries they were would give him an idea of why they were so mature.
"The short one was Mexico, a good friend of mine." Then he let out a little groan. "The other... Argentina. I swear, I hate his guts."
Matthew wondered if that was true- that he hated someone. He couldn't grasp around that, people hating each other. And Brazil didn't seem like that type of person.
"I'm sorry he does.. whatever he does."
"It's fine, I guess that's why his country is so boring," he shrugged, and smiled suddenly. "So what's the matter, friend?"
Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but Esteban stopped him. "Wait! I'm trying something. Call my cell."
What is he up to?, Canada wondered. Nonetheless, he called.
And when he did, the sound- the most insane sound he ever head- shot out from in back of him. He leaped forward in absolute horror.
It had to be a mix.. A mix of just some insane cow sounds? Wait.. A MAD cow.
Oh no. Now he was sure Brazil was really wanting to start something.
While Brazil was busying dying of laughter, Matthew was trying to calm down. "That's real funny.." he said, still twiching from the fright. And anger. How long had it been since the last time he was angry?
"You'll be seeing more of that," snickered Brazil, his voice full of venom. He grabbed his phone and shut it off, rushing to ctach up to his friends.
Leaving Matthew alone.
Canada didn't know what he felt more, anger or just plain disturbance. -
Poor Canadia. :o
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And now he was suffering from lack of sleep.
When one of the very people who would actually talk to him began to treat him like he was nothing, it must have taken away his will to sleep. Also, he couldn't stop having dreams about sick, insane cows.
If only he had the guts to tell Brazil right in the face that he was being a dick. Oh, if only...
After about of week of dealing with that, he decided to call Brazil. Again.
He never really got around doing it until the evening. Late evening. He forgot the time differences within his capital and Brazil's, so it msut have been why he had to call three times.
"Hello?" answered a gruff voice.
"Brazil?"
"No. It's Argentina."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"That's fine. Let me pass you to him."
"Thank you."
It was supposed to be a time to relax from his embarrassment and shyness, but on the other end there was screaming.
"You lazy b------! Get up, Brazil!"
After a while, a softer voice answered. "Hello, who is it?"
"Canada."
"At twelve in the morning?"
Canada felt himself blush on the other line. "I'm sorry. But I wanted to call to tell you that I'm passing by tomorrow."
There was a very, very long moment of silence. "Okay. I'll wait then."
"In the meantime, to advise you, your imports of meat have been cut off until further notice."
"Okay."
"Goodnight, Brazil."
"Goodnight, Canada."
And they hung up.
Well, he thought. More good than bad. At least now they seemed to be reaching- hopefully- the end of this dilema. Or maybe just the beginning. -
This is good, it belongs in the show. :D
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That'd be a disaster. xD But aw.
Canada got to Brasilia sometime in the late afternoon. The plane ride was pretty uncomfortable, everyone was just sort of.. staring at him.
When he got off the plane, he was surprised at how warm it was. Crazy, he thought. It's winter! It's so hot.
Sure enough, Brazil was there to greet him with his big smile. "Ola~! Hey Canada. Let me get your bags." And so with one arm linked to Canada's, and the other holding Canada's baggage, Esteban walked him to his house.
"Crazy weather, right? It's freezing!"
Canada nodded, though he found it strange that Brazil actually thought it was cold.
"By the way, while you're in Latin America, maybe later you'd like to greet people?"
"Who?"
"Well, we can go to Sanitago, San Salvador, Lima.."
"What about Buenos Aires? It's nearest."
Brazil snorted. "Please. Argentina's a dick. Let's not even get close there."
If he's so much of a dick, then I guess that's why you sleep with him, thought Matthew bitterly. Just say it...
"Well, that's fine. But right now, we have to focus on the cows."
"Of course."
And so, when given the directions to the main industry in which Brazil imported his cow meat, Matthew sent it off to his people to have everything examined.
For the next few days Matthew stayed in Brazil and had to deal with his constant arguing with Argentina and his desire to dance all day.. But of course, he remained silent.
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