"Bush pilots," was Canada's only responce, "But your right we'll worry about that if it ever happens. Are you ready to go?" Canada asked chaging the subject and slightly anxious to see what had gone wrong.

He just makes a questioning noise, not understanding the bush pilot thing, but he lets it slide right now. It isn't that important he thinks. He eats his last bite of the fried ice cream. "Now I am." He smiles a bit. "Let's go." He notices the anxiety. "Whatever it is, you can handle it."

"I surely hope so." Canada says as he stands and heads towards the door. "I'm hoping it is just Mt. Paperwork but it could be pretty much anything."

"You'll be able to." William just trots after Canada. "Now....you might not be able to immediately....but you can." He giggles a bit at the mention of Mt. Paperwork. That's funny to him at least. "Maybe he's buried underneath some or something?"

"Paperwork avalanche." Canada said thoughfully, "The most unnatural of natural disasters. Caused by Mount Paperwork, the bane of every man or female."

William starts giggling again which turns into complete laughter as Canada continues. "It's a sign of procrastination....or too much work." He's back to just giggling now.

Canada smiled at the Confederacy's giggles, glad to be able to make the fledgling country laugh. "Woe be unto the one to whom it happens." Then Canada sighs, "I have way too much paper work to do, everyhting from mariage certificates to bush pilot requests."

He keeps on giggling. "I try to stay away from the paperwork." The/his president has people to help him with his paperwork and things....so that shouldn't happen to the president, right? "But....couldn't the marriage thing be delegated down to someone else?" He tilts his head a bit. "And what's a bush pilot?" His brain is trying to tell him beer which he knows is wrong.

"A bush pilot is someone who flies supplies to those who live far enough in the wilderness that they can't get groceries the normal way." Canada explains. "And I've always handled marriage certificates, because people can become Canadian citizens though marriage and I also deal with citizenship." A tetious task for sure, but one that must be done.

"Ah okay then....we don't have those that I know of." Which is a good reason for him having no clue what they are. "Well....yeah, but someone else could handle some of them at least if you think it's too much work....or need a break or something." No one's supposed to do it alone or anything.

"I believe I'm the only one that does," Canada explains, "Because I have so many people who aren't near civilization at all." Canada listens to the next of the COnfederacy's questions with a smile on is face, "My secratary helps me out on really bad days."

"Most people tend to try to live near civilization...of course....I think it snows just a little bit less in my area than here. Just a little of course." He chuckles a bit. "Snow and ice makes everything harder." So they don't need those type of things as much. "And...he gets eaten my the avalanche of paper?"

"Most people aren't most Canadians unfortunatly." Canada said fondly exasperated at his people. "And as long as they get their Tim Hortons they don't really care if they never get any company. Wich also adds to tons of paper work that both me and my secratary are often buried under." Canada chuckles at the mental image of his secratary being eaten by the papers.

The Confederacy pouts a bit. "Yeah, but humans need interaction. At least to a certain extent. People might go insane or something otherwise if they don't." After a pause, "What kind of paper work?" He's trying to think of how that causes more paperwork, but he's never had experience in that area...so he's having some problems thinking of how.

"They have the bush pilots...once a month." Canada does agree with the Confederacy on the fact they should have more human interaction but he cannot order his people to just do it. "Paper work is caused by requests to host events over the falls, political letters, budgets, and request for laws all require paperwork that must be done by me."

"What if that isn't enough for the month....for some reason or another? Would it be possible for another run to be made easily if their supplies were low?" The Confederacy worries about things sometimes. He even worries about the one he broke off from. Sure, the south may not be extremely industrial, but it did provide some food to the rest. "Yep. He's been eaten by paperwork."

"Then they live off what is in the wildernesss." Canada said not seeing a real reason to worry. And it would be possible but difficult to get another run to them." Canada explained patiently. "Hopefully just paper work and not Germany's dogs again."

"Well...sometimes that can be scarce..." It depends on how it's going for the animals. And luck. A lot of it is luck. "Germany's..." Then it hits him. "Oooh." The dog/sled teams. Sometimes his brain is a little slow, that's all. "I'm sorry, but I'm kind of glad in that prospect that I don't live here. Other than that I like this place so far. But I need more people around and more security in the fact that I can definitely get things when I need them, but if you've lived here forever...it doesn't really matter."

Canada shrugged a lot of people did not want to live here for the same reason. "We still have town and cities, just with not a high population as most countries." Canada personally did not mind his scattered polulation, to each his own.

"Overcrowding can happen. Crime is higher with a more densely populated area, but that's statistics. But with bigger populations come more money which could mean more help for people, either from the government or non-governmental organizations. Though I don't like the idea of being like sardines in a can either. I'd like my neighbor further away than that." He kind of shudders. "Like the stores of immigrants back in...the early 1900's? Sardines. Many sardines in a tin can." He's like having a conniption over that idea. "We get ice a lot." Random topic change. "It rains or snows and melts...then becomes ice." Also, he likes to ramble a bit...without filtering his words.

"Late 1800s early 1900 were the big population growth in the American states." Canada said hoping he was right. He showed no surprise at the sudden subject change other then blinking, "We get a lot of ice and snow. It will snow, freeze, then snow again." And that was very dangerous to walk on because you could not see the ice.

The Confederacy isn't sure on the years. He's more of a know what happened type of person, but not necessarily when it happened. It's better than some do at least. "I hate ice with a passion...unless it is in my drink. Then it's good. Otherwise, hate. Snow is great. Ice....no. Just no." Certain areas....get a lot of ice. Almost no snow, if they get any, but plenty of ice.

"Snow, ice, sleet, hail, it is all the same to us." Canada said not really understanding why someone would hate a normal part of nature.

He just makes this face. "Stop talking about those thiiiiiiiiings." He's still not fully grown. "Snow is good...all else is bad. It's dangerous. Around here ya'll are more likely to have chains and all the stuff for this weather. Down with me...not so much. It's dangerous."

"Can't you just get chains?" Canada asked. "And do you have a lot of warning before your largest storms?" He knows not being prepared ends up causing the most damage.

"Yes, but depending on the place, chains are not available except by special order. Which might not come before the storm. Also, sometimes we don't have warning. Sometimes the storm...they say it's not going to be that big or bad...and then the electricity is out and it's just bad. Other people are just stupid and will drive in bad weather with bald tires and stuff." Southerners are a bit stubborn to say the least.

"I can understand that but most Canadians are too stubborn to even think about not having certain comodities available for sudden storms. And it takes quite a lot to have a Canadian [lace of work to shur down." Even in really bad storms people would head to work and just stay there till the storm finishes.

"Ours may or may not close, but that doesn't mean anyone will be there to work. Many will just stay home if the weather is bad no matter if the place closes or not. Sometimes it isn't worth it to even try. Also, in some places at least, that buying special things for snow and the like is a waste of money because the bad storms don't even happen once a year. Though tornadoes and the like are different stories."

"Thankfully we don't get many tornadoes up here." Just snow storms which his people have adapteed to. "Not something my people would enjoy give them a heavy three day snow storm any day."

"There's rarely a bad tornado...though when there is...God help you all, you know? Death and destruction all over the place. Other wise, just chill with some candles or flashlights. More than likely a tornado will never touch down and it works out for everyone. But there are always exceptions. Always. We're more prepared for those than snow or ice storms."

"I do know from the few times it has happened here." Ande very time was worse then the one before, "Give us any other kind of weather." Extremem heat and extreme cold they can take, sudden uncareing and destructive winds the Canadians would prefer if they never saw.

"But we're a little more prepared for them. Tornadoes are more likely than bad snow storms. Limited money means you can't prepare for everything." It's the truth and he doesn't have unlimited money. Though if he could prepare for everything, he would. "Eh...I'm used to the winds. I pretty much ignore them."

"We're used to winds but not extremly strong ones like tornadoes." Canada explains. "We prepare as much as we can but there is not a lot that we can do without also taking away from our snow protection."

"Be glad you are up north...else you'd have to worry about hurricanes too." William makes a face at that. "That's the problem we have. We pick tornadoes and floods and the like over snow. Though we still have lots of salt. Which no one knows how to put down at the right time so it doesn't become slush and refreeze."

"I'm glad we don't get huricanes. We would have no idea how to really handle them well." Canada said thoughfully and solemly. "And laying salt is an art."

"It's too cold to get hurricanes. I hate those too. Especially when people know it's coming but refuse to move...same goes for anything like that...and I don't think there is a way to handle a hurricane well." Truth is told right there. "Apparently it is."

"Yeah, the only way to really escape one is to move away and you stuff still gets damaged." Well, at least he thinks so. "I think the best time to lay salt is right after snow, before it melts to ice."

"Well except what you can take with you. But it's better than dying." William/Confederacy would rather lose his possessions instead of his life. "But then....doesn't just turn to nasty slush?" He tilts his head a bit. He isn't sure on that one though. So that's why he's asking instead.

"Material possesions can be reboght, life cannot." A quote to live by if Canada knew one. "I don't think so, not if the snow is fresh enough."

"But some people still refuse to leave." He sighs a bit. "No matter how bad the storm is or anything." He shakes his head a bit. It's common sense that you should do what is needed to survive. "Mmmm...have to try that sometime then. Snow I like. Ice I hate with a passion!"