A New World
Before I start, I want to explain what this is. I always create situations where America, Canada, and Greenland (eventually Mexico was added to the mix) discover how there is magic in the world like England and Norway have been saying. And ever since I played Tomb Raider (2013) 2 years ago, I have had this story stuck in my head (with continuations/sequels included) ever since. To place them in this kind of situation and FORCE them to learn much like Lara did in the game. And so I finally decided enough was enough- I'm going to write it. So I'm probably not going to place it as a crossover because my plan for it is that the story eventually leaves crossover land eventually.
You know the drill, I don't own either show/manga or game.
March 5, 1992
A decent sized research vessel leaves behind a city, heading straight towards the ocean. On its hull it bares the name Endurance, with smaller words below it- Plymouth, its origin place. The ship is an old one, this is evident by the dents, scraps, and permanent filth all around her hull.
Different individuals could be seen spread throughout the ships deck.
An Asian girl fiddling with her camera. Two crew members receiving instructions from a man with a loud and thick Scottish accent. Another man tinkering with his computer. A large man with brown skin was whistling a tune as he gutted a fish. A stern black woman overlooking her subordinates.
Among the activity on board the ship, there was something different about a couple of the Endurances crew in this new expedition.
Away from the bustling crew sat two of these individuals. A small female that had dark skin and long black hair tied into a loose braid. Next to the woman was a fair skinned blonde male who, even when sitting, was a good ways taller than her 157.5 cm (5'2'' in) size.
These were the respective nations of Greenland and Canada on a couple crates. They were looking at a sheet of paper
"See then this would be the area they plan to search in" Canada said pointing at the paper, map really.
"And they're just trying to find evidence right? I mean usually things like this are old and it's never good to disrupt the spirits" Greenland implored then seemed to back pedal as soon as she realized what she said "I- uh I mean if you believe in those kinds of things"
Before Canada could reassure Greenland in some way shape or form (this was Canada after all) someone else seemed to materialize behind them
"Having second thoughts Greenland? We only left Japans port 3 days ago. Last I checked I'm the one who threw up" Mexico was a naturally tan individual with unruly dark curly hair to match her personality, also one of the notably shorter nations at 150 cm (4'11'' in). Mexico never did like feeling nervous, so she placed it upon herself to jump into the conversation in that moment for her fellow female nation.
She was never known for being subtle.
"Lort!" Greenland almost fell off the crate with how badly the other girl scared her. Canada rolled his eyes at Mexico's comment and the apparently obvious note that she had been listening to their conversation, for a good while by the way she easily integrated herself into the conversation.
Nosy Latina.
"But" Mexico continued like she hadn't just scared the life out of one of the countries "I can see where you're coming from Gre- uh." Here she paused and glanced at the other female.
"Ane" Greenland repeated her human name, it wouldn't do to arouse suspicion in humans after all.
"Ane" Mexico parroted, then continued from where she left off "creating unrest in spirits is a nasty business, curses and all. Pero Ane, do you really think we're going to find something?" Mexico looked back to Greenland, she still seemed nervous to Mexico. In actuality Ane was not completely comfortable with Mexico, only meeting her a hand full of times before this adventure of theirs began. Actually now that she thought of it, she never really interacted with the female nations more than necessity.
"n-no?" Greenland managed to squeak out, as soon as it passed her lips she started berating herself for the slip. Mexico eyed her for a millisecond before coming to one conclusion.
This girl needs to eat. I'll have to feed her some of my enchiladas.
"Even if we did find something, Andrea" Canada finally cut in "what makes you think Ane or I will gain some part of the cures with how you and Alfred love to hog archaeological finds?"
Mexico huffed but said nothing against his claim.
Hours later, another individual could be seen examining different research files. This man was almost identical to the aforementioned Canada, except that he had shorter hair and tanner skin.
America was seated a desk that was littered with items. Papers, electronics and a collection of coffee mug looked as if they were seconds from spilling on the floor. He let out a large sigh before linking his hands and raising them above his head in a long stretch.
"I know you're a workaholic but even for you this is a bit much" Canada stood at the door of the small cabin. America turned his body automatically towards his brother, giving him his full attention.
"well, with everything being so hectic- this is the closest thing I could get my boss to agree to a 'vacation'" here America raised his hands and physically placed quotes on the word vacation.
Canada snorted.
"Did you even tell him what this was really about?"
"I basically told the Prez that I was gonna do some science south of japan. I think telling him I was bringing you, Andrea, and Ane really convinced him to really let me though." America made a face "Something about strengthening alliances? Meh, as long as I'm here I might as well try to help the researchers- no matter how impossible it is"
"Just get some sleep tonight Alfred"
"Ugh- Fine, just for you Mattie"
Mexico was on her bed reading a book titled 'Mitos y Más'. She was so engrossed in the book that she almost missed the ship rock violently. This force her to look up. The sound of thunder was prominent outside. Andrea rose from her bead, intent on checking the window only for the ship to once again rock violently. It threw her onto the cabinet next to her bed and she let out a shout out of both pain (mierda did that fucking hurt!) and surprise. Mexico rose from the floor grunting in pain. The lights were off. Emergency red lights were blinking frantically.
Shaking her head, she tried to clear her head. She wasn't going to sit in this room- something was obviously wrong. She opened her door and left her little cabin, heading to the top of the ship. she wobbled her way through the corridors as the whole ship continued to shake. The alarms were still blaring.
Turning into a new corridor she stopped. Not because her seasickness was returning. No, it was because she couldn't comprehend if that was really a wave of water coming down that hall straight towards her.
She really shouldn't have stopped and stared.
Mexico was tossed from side to side by the relentless waves until something struck her in the stomach. Something metal. Andrea latched on quickly when she finally comprehended that they were the ladders that lead to another level of the ship. Away from the water.
She used her arms to pull herself above the water and to the top of the ladder. All she needed to do now was climb out of the porthole and try to find the others then she. . . .
JODER! WHO THE HELL CLOSED THE FUCKING PORTHOLE!
With a loud cry of "MALDITA SEA!" Mexico started banging on the glass because holy shit the water was raising.
Before the water took her last bits of air, Mexico took one giant gulp of air. Now completely submerged in water Andrea continued her banging, after all stubbornness hadn't killed her off yet.
She continued to bang on the glass for a bit longer when her lungs finally seemed to give up on the cause. As her vision blurred and she began to sink, Mexico began to regret her earlier thought.
Out of nowhere, an arm grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her upwards. Mexico cough and sputtered. She only managed to pick pieces of her surroundings, but that's all she needed really.
The porthole door was torn off its hinges.
There was someone with army boots to her left patting her on the back.
At this point, she was so grateful that America was born with such supernatural strength, even for a nation.
Too soon from a brush of death for her own liking (not that it really mattered to her kind); Alfred brought her to her feet as they raced to one side of the ship. Andrea mind finally processed that the ship was torn apart, right through the middle and they had the luck to be on the side that was sinking the fastest. On the other side was Canada, he was gesturing to them to jump.
Mexico wouldn't be able to make that jump.
Her second of hesitation spurred America to action once again. Disregarding her cry of protest, America picked her up bridle style.
Then he threw her.
Canada, as in sync with his brother as ever caught her easily (he carries a polar bear almost daily, this shouldn't be much of a surprise) then placed her on the floor next to him not so gently.
Matthew was well aware Andrea didn't need any coddling, besides he had more important concerns at the moment.
Alfred was still on the other side.
His brother wasn't with him.
Canada watched on as his brother took a few paces back before racing towards the giant hole in the ship, at the last second he jumped. It almost seemed in slow motion to him. Then to Canada's greatest fear, it didn't look like America would make the jump.
Out of what seemed like pure instinct, Canada grabbed onto a nearby pole and reached his whole body forward in a grand attempt to grab his twin.
It worked.
Matthew managed to grab a hold of Alfred's forearm. He would have pulled him up as well if the rain hadn't made their grips slippery. Both twins released a started yell. One watched his brother eyes widen in terror and attempt one last lunge, even if it meant he might fall as well. The other brother saw something similar before he disappeared into the dark waves below.
America could barely comprehend what was happening around him, the water was hitting him on all sides, tossing him about.
All he really knew was that he needed air.
The water didn't seem to be sympathetic.
It threw the man about, at the worst of times he didn't know where was up.
Then finally his boots felt earth under them. Sand, he realized absentmindedly as he trudged past the waves onto a beach, he coughed and sputtered as he did so. His body felt heavier, he was fatigued he one again noted. That thought came a bit too late as he was at this point simply crawling onto the beach before finally flopping on to his back, his coughing and sputtering didn't stop.
When his mind finally caught up he only had a few thoughts that he found important to focus on.
Where's Mattie?
Where are the others?
What the hell happened?
Once again belatedly, he realized there was noise coming from his right, a good distance from him.
"Put some pressure on it!"
That was Reyes, the chief mechanic of the ship whose previous profession had been a NYC cop. She was a woman of average height, with shoulder length hair that was arranged in dreadlocks. She was what Alfred would call the personification of being a boss. If only said woman would stop bossing others around to maybe hear him.
"Hey!" America tried again to get the African Americans attention as he lay on the beach, still exhausted. "Over here!"
They didn't seem to hear him.
"Come on, come on"
"We've got w-"
"I knew something like this would happen"
"Come on doctor, help us out here!"
"No sign of Alf-"
Their words made no sense to Alfred who just continued to cry out for them, but it seemed the storm was too loud for them to hear him. Or themselves by the way they were shouting. He continued to try to gain someone's attention never less.
"Matthew!" he rose half his body off the sand with his harms, it only seemed to make his coughing worse "I'm here!" he rose to his knees, placing himself in an unsteady crawling position "Andrea!" he finally lifted of the ground. For a brief moment in his fatigue he lost the direction the others where. He looked around for a brief moment.
Sharp pain
Something hit him. On the back of the neck.
America passed out.
Lort- Danish for shit
Pero- Spanish for but
Mierda- Spanish for shit
Joder-Spanish for shit/fucking hell
Maldita Sea- Spanish for damn it
As for not giving Greenland a Greenlandic name, I kind of followed the pattern that of colonizer finding colony and giving them names from their country. For example, America's human name is Alfred (meaning something like elf council/king)- a bit obvious that England named him now. Historically, Norway picked up Greenland and Iceland. Iceland's popular fandom human name is Emil (rivalry)- so my conclusion is that Norway gave no fucks of meaning and only if they sound nice. So Ane.
Same goes for Mexico = Andrea (Brave). Also because I'm getting tired of all the Maria's being used as her name.