I felt like I needed to have this done. I think

That just because of the fact that I'm learning

About the Native Americans in class again ,

I wanted to do it in Hetalia world. It's in the

Eyes of Native America

Nica's first fic! Please don't hurt me…

We are not savages. They are the savages. There was no difference between us except for our appearances and the difference in language.

I watched as our land was getting taken away.

"You cannot do this!" I exclaimed, grabbing the pale man by his shoulder and turning his around. My dark eyes stared into his sky-colored orbs. He seemed like he was at a loss of words. This . . . this was not right. We were here first, so why were they claiming this? If we'd known that it would turn out like this, we would have run them out of here the first time their feet touched this land.

"Of course I can; I'm America!" He said in his loud, obnoxious voice of his. "And you'll still have your land-."

"What about the other people?! You only acknowledged five tribes as civilized. The others are savages?!" He said nothing. "So let me ask you this, America," I said his name with as much spite as I could. "Just how are you any different from these 'savages'? Why are the white men so much better?" I spat, poking him in the chest with an accusing finger. I glared, resisting my urge to strangle him right then and there.

He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. He looked away, averting his eyes. He then turned away, walking away – escaping his problems. While he didn't have any problems anymore, we did. I bit my bottom lip, fighting back the water that was collecting in my eyes.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Not very good, but I'm working on getting better!

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