"You start with a base the is cirular but you need an entrance so that will interupt the circle." That was confusing but Canada was sure they could figure it out. "I think it is just a lot of placing snow on top of the base after that."

"Okay....about how big do you think we should make it?" Big enough for them to get in and all, but he's not good with that. Which is why he hires people to build things when things need to be built. His stomach gurgles a bit and he ignores it for now. "Let's start."

"Good question, but I'm not all that great at preportional math." Sure the basics and accounting he can all do but Canada normally guest/esimates how much room would be needed. Canada heard the Confederacy stomache growl but when the young nation ignored it Canada felt it best not be brought up yet and started to help make the igloo.

Okay, so the confederacy isn't making the bricks really....he's doing it like MUSH MORE SNOW ON TOP....though he is trying to make it semi-rectangular. He's ignoring the hunger because he wants to make the igloo first...and he can eat whenever. He sometimes has a bad tendency of ignoring his stomach and its noises.

After a couple of minutes of hearing the Confederacy's stomache growl Canada decided to do something about it. Carefully as to not disturb what they had made of the igloo, Canada picked up the Confederacy and placed him over his shoulders. "We're going to eat now." Canada said cheefully, "We can finish the igloo later."

The Confederacy squawks as he's picked up. He makes this weird noise as they start going away from the igloo. "But the snow will eat it alive....and I wanted to finish it now." He's kind of saying it like a little kid, but he isn't really fighting at this point...since he is also hungry. Not that he was going to say it.

"The snow won't eat it alive," Canada said as he placed the Confederacy back onto the ground, "And plus I know this great place with very good maple syrup."

"If it snows enough it will." The confederacy is looking up at him with chibi like eyes. He's used to the...when it snows...it snows alot and quick as hell too. "Well, I hope it has more than that." He sticks his tongue out a bit...he knows that there will be more than the syrup.

Canada knows the Confederacy is joking but he can't help but say, "No, they only serve syrup." The shop actuall serves almost everything from Canadian Bacon to Miso Soup. The resturant comes into view and the sign above the door proclaims, "The Not Diner, We have Everything you Want to Eat and More."

"Then they won't be open for looooong. No one needs that much syrup. No one. In the universe." He just tilts his head at the name of the place. "I'm not even going to ask." He doesn't think he wants to know actually. It's a weird name to say the least.

"What about me?" Canada asked, "And all other syrup lovers?" Canada made dramtic guesters as though dying then stood up and started wlaking normally again. "Good thing not to ask about the name because the story is very long," Canada said as he opened the door for the Confederacy.

"Hello, and welcome to the Not Diner." Said a very cheerfull greeter as soon as they entered.

"Yeah, but I doubt ya'll live off of it. Ya'll would all be diabetic otherwise." That would be a lot of diabetics. He giggles a bit at Canada being all dramatic. "I wasn't going to ask." He just stays close to Canada as he looks around at the place. "Hello."

(We need to come up with alternative names for him...every country has one)

The greeter still smiling turns around and shouted to the kitchen, "Matthew is here and brought a guest!" Then in a much politer tone said, "Follow me to your table, Matthew honey." She started to lead them to the table and on the way asked, "And what is your name honey?"

Canada the whole time was grining at the waitresses antics, knowing why she did them.

(Yes, he does. Could he be William or is that already taken?)

He just makes sure to keep close to Canada. He was surprised by the sudden yelling if only temporary. He just follows after the two. "Ah....I'm William." Well, he has no clue about why she does what she does. He's just kind of trying to go with it.

(If there is, too bad lol)

"Hello, William." The waitress says with a grin as she arrives at their table, "Don't let Matthew scare you, he's a big softie on the inside." She pulls out her tablet as Canada sits down, "The normal for you, Mat honey?"

"Yes, please." Canada answers.

"And for you, William?" The waitress asked.

William tilts his head a bit. He hasn't seen the other be all scary or anything yet, so what does she mean by that? "What do you normally get?" He has no clue what he wants or what there is at this place, so what does Mattie here get?

"I normally get the coffee with syrup and the pancakes with syrup." Canada answers and the waitress give him a look.

The waitress nods, "And if he doesn't want that he takes something else...with syrup. I don't know where he keeps it all."

"Maybe his blood is actually syrup." That would make sense on why no diabetes yet in his mind. "Something with bacon. Lots of bacon." And not that Canadian bacon. That is ham. Not bacon. Not that William cares. It's food and it tastes good to him either way.

"American bacon or Canadian bacon?" The waitress asked imediatly, "Or both?" She addedd eying up how thin William was. "I'll get you both and what do you want to drink?"

Canada is watching the whole procession with amusement but is glad that the Confederacy is not acting like most people and contries act when introduced to this resterant.

William kind of snorts a bit, but doesn't say anything. He knows he's kind of scrawny at this point. Things had to be sacrificed and much work had to be done. So he lost some weight. "Mmmm...sweet tea?" It is the drink of choice in the South. What do other people act like when they come here? He just knows to try and not be a jerk.

"Okay, I'll be back in a second with your drinks and more syrup." The waitress says and then disappears towards the kitchen.

"What do you think of the Not Diner and Canada so far?" Canada asks the Confederacy curious to what the new nation though of the crazy diner.

"Thank you." He says to the waitress. "I think it's strange." He says simply. "But a good strange." He smiles up at Matthew/Canada. "So I like it....though if you eat that much syrup....I'm sticking with the your blood is actually syrup thing."

"My blood is real blood." Canada defended with a grin. "And the servers just like to joke about the fact I like syrup on almost everything.I don't eat if with shell fish though." He made a face at the idea of syrup and shell fish.

"It's syrup. I'm sticking with that." William giggles a bit...then starts laughing as he thinks about what could happen if there was a syrup shortage. Yes, he has some problems. Or just a lot. "So you eat it on other fish?" He makes a bit of a face-trying to not make the full out face.

Canada thought for a moment, "It is okay on cod but I haven't tried that many fish to be honest." Canada confessed. Any more questions were stopped by the arrival of the waitress with a large mug of tea, large mug of coffee, and a syrup bottle almost twice the size of the mug.

:If you need more, just call, Matthew." The waitress says with a strait face but the effect is ruined when she gigles, "And you food will be ready in a few minutes."

Okay, at the mention of syrup on cod....William makes this horrified face and fake dies right there. Then the tea arrives and the fake death and horrified face goes away as he drinks some. "Please tell me you won't need that much syrup. Or you must have the cure to diabetes or something." And that's the truth.

Canada smiles and says, "I don't make promises I can't keep." Then he takes a sip of coffee and judging it not to be sweet enough pours more syrup in. As he is stirring he tries to ease the Confederacy's worries slightly, "Think of it like honey, just a natural sweetener."

And there goes the confederacy making the most horrified face ever. "How...do you not have the DIBEETUS?!" It does not make sense in his poor little mind. "Hoooooooow?!" After a pause, "And too much honey means diabetes too." Truth is spoken.

Canada gives the Confederacy a look the his syrup. "I don't know," Canada said with a shrug, "But I have not yet." Canada smiles, "If I ever get them you'll be the first nation to knmow an the first on to say , 'Told you so.'"

"No. I'll just run around saying Diabeetusbeetusbeetus." He loves the videos made of Brimley and all. He finds them funny. His stomach gurgles a bit and he just kind of stares at it. "The food is coming. I promise. And without the army of syrup." He sticks his tongue out a bit at Canada.

"But the army if syrup will then feel neglected," Canada aurgued teasingly. And furth dicussion of the army of syrup was halted by the arrival of the food in which Canada place a lot of syrup.

"Caredul to have some pancakes with that syrup of yours," the waitress said with a smile beofre disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Diabeetusbeetusbeetus." He says very softly before he starts to giggle. He really does watch those videos too much, but he finds them entertaining. "I'm not against syrup....I'm against drowning my pancakes in it." And so, he starts eating the salty deliciousness in front of him.

Canada laughed at the Confederacy's complaint against drowning the pancakes. Once his pancakes had enough syrup Canada ate then quickly. "Warm and syrupy pancakes are the best."

"And they have the diabeetus too! Perfect combination. I'll just go with heart problems instead." And so, he keeps munching on the salty food. "That's too much sugar for me." He'd probably start feeling sick with that much sugar. It's happened before and he doesn't like it....just to say the least.

"I'd rather have diabetes instead of heart problems." Canada said truthfully. "Heart problems usually hurt a lot and lead to slow and painful deaths." Canada had lowered his voice when saying this as though departing a secret.

"Yeah, but you usually have more warning even if you don't go to the doctor. And then cut down on the salt....it'll help. But I don't eat this much salt at one time....usually." But bacon is good so he can't always resist the temptation. "And diabetes can lead to a foot or two being chopped off."

"A foot or two?" Canada asked curiously between bites. "I thought someone just has to cut back on sugar intake."

He shakes his head a bit. "Diabetes leads to poorer circulation to the extremeties....which include the feet. Which can also be a factor in some getting gangrene in their feet which could lead to getting them cut off."

"Finger would be first to go." Canada said thoughfully. "But with heart problems you get to have heart attack after heart attack and your body gets to kill you." Canada had become slightly more serious with that then with his comment apout loosing toes. "And heart problems could lead to lose of memory because of bloos flow to the brain."

"But heart attacks can be survived and prevented, but nothing can prevent age and the heart attacks that come with it. So either way heart attacks are coming." He shrugs a bit. "But diabetes can be completely avoided...and hopefully it would be the worst memories."