Ok, so 

Noob lives in Moscow, Russia. He was living his happy life with his loved parents. Noob was pure innocent and filled with joy. He had lots of Russian friends. One day, he asked his parents to go with his friends to hang out. They said yes and be back soon. They walked around and his friend's dared him to get USSR symbol by the hot long stick thing. (kinda like how farmers used the things for animals) he got one and he felt the pain. His friends betrayed him because he wasn't "cool" enough to hang out. He teared up and immediately left to go home. But as before he gets there, there were lots of people and his house was burning. He passed through and watched the horror in his eyes. His parents are dead. He's left Alive and alone. He cried more and visited his parents funeral. He has nowhere to stay. His only opinion is run away from Russia as soon as possible. He took his pet with him and left the country. He gets on the plane by himself  and used his parents credit card. He flew all the way to North America. He arrived at Canada because he likes Christmas and snow. He got out and wondered around the city. Being a homeless child and nowhere to go. So he sat on the bench with his stuff. Canada spotted him and comes up to him. (oh god I'm crying while I'm typing this) the Canadian country asked him if he had parents with him. Noob told him about what happened in Moscow, Russia. Canada asked again but with a different family he could live in. Noob shook his head no. Canada can't see him being alone and don't want him to die in the Cold so he asked him if he could live with Canada. Noob nodded and stayed with Canada. Few years go by, he's is now different. Living with the Canadian and Canada had challenged his whole life. 

(now excuse me while I cry huge puddle of tears)