It was a cold winter day, the snow was falling lightly against the empty road, it wasn’t very crowded no traffic since it was cold and the roads where iced over this far from the towns or cities.

Canada was hunting his truck parked on the side with his sniper hanged down on a shoulder, he stretched his arms as he leans against his truck pulling out his phone as he pulls one of leather gloves off with his teeth as he checks if he got any calls

He then turns his phone off and back in his pocket sliding his glove back on before putting his gun in safety and in its case placing it in the bed of the truck then he hears a person voice and went over the direction seeing you next to a pretty old lookin car he hums walking over

“Hey, is there something wrong with your car?” Canada wake up towering over you with his height of 7’1 do to being the second largest nation geologically