You woke up to the sounds of someone yelling outside your door. Of course. Weren't you promised you could live a pretty normal life in Canada?

Humanoids and monsters are common in the World, you just got sick of being around them all the time, as they're the worst in America, they're ruthless, egotistical, and simply a bunch of bitches.

So you moved to Canada.

Moving back to the present, you walked to your door, listening in on what this random Canadian was waffling on about,

"MATT! O-open the damn door! It's f-freezing out h-here!" He shouted, you sighed silently, wrong house situation, you assumed, and you swung open the door, only to be met with not a person, but a small little milkbag, shivering in the cold.

"I'll turn into a bag of frozen m-milk if you don't-.." He cut off abruptly, gasping sharply when looking up at you, his eyes widening in shock. "O-Oh...!..I'm- I thought you were a friend of mine..h-he moved and- I-I thought this was his house-...oh man..." He shivered out, bouncing back a couple.